I really, really liked that song, so we’re going to see them.
I don’t “get” live recordings.
explain
no
Just kidding. I agree that most live albums are pretty inessential, but sometimes they serve as a greatest hits album for bands that don’t have a greatest hits album, and there are some bands for whom a live album is worth it.
You get the vibe from the crowd, the enthusiasm.
I agree that most live albums are pretty inessential, but sometimes they serve as a greatest hits album for bands that don’t have a greatest hits album, and there are some bands for whom a live album is worth it.
Motorhead.
the sound from a black lips show is pretty different from what’s on their studio albums and still pretty great but in a different way. i can not wait for the b-lips live album, i heard from someone who has it that it’s amazing.
I had this live Fear album (post connections what?) that I used to lurrrrve for the retarded onstage banter between songs.
Uh. I woke up for the start of my hangover today, then I went back to sleep. Taking off today is the best decision I ever made.
Um, our sousaphone player is flying into O’Hare tonight, is that going to be a problem?
Flights into Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport were experiencing delays of almost three hours, according to Federal Aviation Administration.
Hi! I don’t know how to get back on this ILX train, but hey. I’ll probably go to the Green Mill tonight with a few people (including a friend from high school who I haven’t seen since graduation—he’s passing through town and is apparently kind of the manc0w of New Hampshire), and if not I’ll go tomorrow night. You’re all the tops. Would love to see any and all of you soon.
Hey, z-town. I’ll definitely give you a call when we get back in town.
Oops, used my real name.
Z-TOWN AND DOG BOYZ
Eric, HI!
What should I watch on youtube?
omg, Sarah and Nick, that’s awesome about FFs picture in the Reader!
I am sorry about various and sundry hangovers and traveling inconveniences. fyi for anyone flying/picking people up from airports, the flight that I got bumped to after missing my actual flight yesterday was delayed an hour and a half. that seemed endemic; all the flights around me were delayed.
also, hi, Eric!
Sorry just trying to be “controversial” upthread re live recordings. I don’t have much of a relationship with them, though. In a lot of cases I’d rather just listen to the studio version than some poorly recorded substitute. And I don’t want to hear crowd noise unless I’m actually there, because otherwise it can take away from the intimate connection with the recording. Neil Young’s Live Rust is pretty good, though.
ALSO, MOTORHEAD.
I was just gonna say: There are some good, some bad, just like studio records. I have an EITS bootleg that sounds almost as good as a studio recording and I actually like it better than the album it mostly draws from.
I will now officially vow to not mention Motorhead again for.. say... six weeks.
We are Scientists are cuuuuute.
Might I recommend Incation or Great Escape.
That was INACTION. I’m not even drinking at my desk today!
I’m listening to Ace of Spades now, Kenan. Hey! The pixies ripped off that riff (or paid tribute to it?) in nimrod’s son!
dear god i can not wait to get home and crawl into bed.
No hair of the dog? ;D
no. what the fuck happened to me last night?
unrelated: the bob inn has malort.
I think you just answered your own question
SHIT someday I’ll learn to read
Be strong!
That show looked fun. I got drunk with strangers instead. How was it?
Holy momma. A subcontractor just gave me a $50 gift card to Lord & Taylor. Niiice.
first set was kind of choppy, second set was way way better. by that time everyone (crowd & band) was pretty sauced but it was a whoooooooole lotta fun. then there was an afterparty at a place pretty much right across the street. me and amy cabbed it home around 4:30-ish, i got back home around 5. my brain feels like it’s been pressed against a circular sander for about 6 hours.
Bbut it was worth it, right?
My boss just came up to my desk and said I could go home. BOO YAH!
Have a great Christmas, everybody!
i have 72 minutes to go chicago, not sure if i’m gonna make it. it’s the same sensation as when you’ve been driving a car with the gas gauge way past E for too long and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to make it to the next gas station or not.
Middle dude kind of looks like Mark Wahlberg/David Spade.
you can do it otto!
you can do it otto!
Hey does anyone have any of these songs?
Zeigeist, “Tar Heart”
Geiger, “Good Evening (Supermayer Remix)”
Momus, “Nervous Heartbeat”
Sasse ft. Kiki, “Loosing Touch”
They’re the only songs standing in my way of having the entirety of Pitchfork and Stylus’s year-end lists on my hard drive.
No.
I am thinking about showing up at the Green Mill around 10 tonight, but I might just go to tomorrow night’s show. Not sure yet what I’m going to do. What should I do?
Who do you love more, me or Dan?
The Green Mill calendar doesn’t provide show times.
nevermind. I see now that you can click on the name of the act and get a showtime.
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm. What to do.
Who loves me more, Dan or John?
i’m gone chicago, hope your holidays are everything you wish them to be.
peace & love.
Q: How do you make a mix CD for someone in an age when they’re able to routinely burn hundreds of songs from your hard drive and put them on their iPod and thus already own the songs you’ve played for them thinking they’d like?
make it a mix cd with a flow to it. that they’d listen to in a car or as a playlist. so, basically you’re just parsing and organizing them.
Hey! The pixies ripped off that riff (or paid tribute to it?) in nimrod’s son!
Oh, but it goes so much deeper than that. I was a fool before. I did not know enough to recognize that Motorhead is rock. They are the pinnacle and the nascent form all at once.
Christgau has a clear thought for once:
The stuff is so pure it’s almost rarefied: no operatic declamations, no schlocky guitaristics, no satanism or medievalism or sci-fi or sexist s&m. Just aggression, violence, noise.
YESSSS!
Ok, so I have to tell you about how I bought a couch today. I went to that strip of Milwaukee between Ashland and Damen that is just lousy with crappy furniture stores. That and shoe stores. The are more end tables and Nikes on that block than anywhere in Chicago.
So I went to four of these furniture stores, and saw a lot of overstuffed things and a lot of grandmotherly things and a lot of just plain bullshit. It’s a lot like looking for records in the dollar bin. But then this one couch jumped out at me. There was a soft glow behind it, and angels sang. I knew it was meant for me. It’s a chocolate brown number with no arms and tapered and angled steel legs.
This is the conversation I had with the salesman:
Me: “I really like this one.”
Him: “That’s... yeah that one’s nice too. It’s very retro.” [emphasis his]
Me: “I’ll take it.”
Him: “You’re some kind of artist, aren’t you?”
Me (flattered): “I’m a designer.”
Him: “I could tell by your glasses.”
So I have an artist couch, apparently. It will be delivered tomorrow.
Oh, and it folds out into a double bed. I laid on it — very cushy. So feel free to crash at my place. Bring a friend, even! A friend you like a whole lot!
hi! i’m enamored with chicago again. it’s a nice feeling. midafternoon beers at 3rd coast + dinner at lula + drinks at danny’s + ending the evening at the zebra lounge = A+. although maybe it was just the company. so good to see old friends and meet some new ones as well. plus, the superhot bartender at zebra lounge was all smiley at me and told me i had a cute haircut! i’m taken, but that’ll get me through the week i’m away from my gf just fine...
john, you might also be interested to know i ran into n1ck luck1ng! he’s following me everywhere. he came to 3rd coast with me and dan!
No Dan at the Green Mill. No nobody, except for Jordan. So I left the cramped space and met Sayjal at Crew where we had quesadillas. Then we went back the the GM at 1.
After that we went to Nick’s Uptown where we drank vodka and sodas until 4. I am strangely about my wits and I do not like it whatsoever after the money I spent on hard liquor (5 hours of drinking) that was to have taken me outside myself.
So you’re at work, it’s Xmas eve and you are saying goodnight to your favorite wonderful mother-surrogate, white-haired, Twisted-Sister-loving, pothead, gives-you-a-hug-when-she-sees-you co-worker and what do you think you might say to her?
How about, “Goddamit—who do you have to blow to suck some dick around this place?”
Then I got a hug. Yay.
HAPPY XMAS EVE!
Sry guys. Everything happened later than anticipated, and ppl were tired.
Now I’m gonna go drive home. Merry Christmas, Happy Haunnakah, Krazy Kwanzaa, and all that to all y’all wonderful people.
Weird drunk. I drank vodka all night and then came home and polished off a whole bottle of wine at about 5. The thing is that usually I can’t handle hard liquor. Strangely, I have only a normal hangover. Not that it doesn’t completely fucking suck, because it really totally does.
vodka is a surprisingly clean drunk.
Did anyone tell Jesse that it’s not xmas eve?
Jesse, it’s not xmas eve.
I am in Virginia, watching “White Christmas” with my family.
Wodka is deeeelightful. Sadly I have none. Actually vodka (more than any other liquor, for me) is for going dancing and being manic and/or coked up and busy. Everything else is for down times.
I am speaking to a limited audience here, I know, but I just went to a good restaurant that you should all know about. It’s called Glenn’s Diner, it’s on Montrose near Damen, and they serve seafood. I’m normally really skittish about ordering fish at smaller places, but they seem really good.
The best part is their specials. There’s the early bird special—seated before 6, you get an entree, soup, and salad for $10.95. The special that I’m reeeealy excited about is all-you-can-eat Alaskan KING crab legs for $29.95 on Tuesdays.
Tonight I had the Simon and Garfunkle tilapia, seasoned with—you can probably guess—parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, broiled (I think), and served with string beans and roasted red potatoes.
They have a small but respectable wine list. And you can order breakfast all day.
What’s funny about crabs and lobsters is that they are the only animals I can think of that look appetizing when they are alive. It’s kind of disturbing to pass the tanks in the window and get some mouth-watering action going on from looking at a living, moving creature. No other animals look so much the same alive and on a plate as these guys. This does not happen when I see a pig or a cow, but it would be funny if it did.
JESSE YOU IDIOT I HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THAT RESTAURANT ALL WEEK. I WENT THERE LAST NIGHT. I HAD THE POTATO ENCRUSTED WHITEFISH. THIS IS NOT NEWS.
Me. I don’t know what date we’re going to come to your show yet. On Friday (the 22nd) I’m arranging for Restaurant Club to go to Glenn’s Diner, a place a block away from Kr’s apartment that specializes in seafood and also serves cereal all day. It’d be v. easy to just come to the Gr Mill afterwards — it’s relatively close — but if that doesn’t happen for some reason, then we’ll def. be there on Saturday. Kr is v. excited.
— jaymc (jmcunnin...), November 29th, 2006. (jaymc) (link)
Do you want to come to dinner with me at Glenn’s Diner, for breakfast cereal and seafood specials?
— jaymc (jmcunnin...), December 18th, 2006. (jaymc) (later) (link)
Jordan — the restaurant is Glenn’s Diner at 1820 W. Montrose. I’ll be there at 7, it’ll be a party of 4 to 6 folks.
— jaymc (jmcunnin...), December 20th, 2006. (jaymc) (later) (link)
I missed that due to skimming. Do you think I have the time or the desire to read every single post on here?
Now that I’m not spending my days in an office I have a huge backlog of unread posts when I come to visit.
Was Jordan there at 7? Because I was there from 5:45 to around 7:30 and did not see him.
Good job, Jordan, avec le Digd0wn.
uh oh. Girlfight.
Bad Santa is not just a good movie. It’s hilarious. It’s a classic. It’s kind of amazing. It’s bleeding genius.
You know how some people watch It’s A Wonderful Life every year and cry every time? I used to be that guy. Now I watch Bad Santa every year and cry laughing.
It’s pretty good, you’re right. Underrated.
John — do you have OCD?
I slept for fifteen minutes, as sound as a dollar. Except the dollar is far from sound. It is worth about two cents.
For twenty years, Robert Shields has kept a written record of absolutely everything that has happened to him, day and night. For no less than four hours each day, Shields holes himself up in the small office in his home, turns on his stereo, and types. His diary, at 35 million words, is believed to be the world’s longest.
i hear that chicks dig that.
I have a raw, bloody place on each hand. I had a day. After I got my couch, I felt that something was missing, so I went to Brown Elephant and bought an end table, a lamp, and four dining chairs. The chairs were the bulk of the price, but I still got out of there for under $100. But I injured myself moving this stuff in several ways. Worst of all, the tip of my right thumb has a gash on it that didn’t stop bleeding for hours. Ugly and painful. I hate using the space bar right now.
Then I watched His Girl Friday, and everything was ok again.
I like movies. A lot.
I don’t have OCD. Why do you ask?
I thought that diary you posted might have been of Sen. Bob Graham (D-FL).
I was kidding about OCD. :D
I think he asks because it was a little odd (obsessive perhaps, but not compulsive) for you to dig through old posts and repost them. And you do that regularly.
Kenan, have you ever tried using your other thumb on the space bar? I use my right one and I’ve experimented with the left one when I had a hang nail and it was nigh impopssible.
impopsicle
John. Question. Where did Nora/Norah rank in baby names in 2004/2005? I’ve met three babies with this name in the past week.
I AM HAVING XMAS EVE SUNDAY BRUNCH AT TWEET.
kev: xmas mix is a real hit with the fam!
raise up
This is from BC’s website.
Look for beer tasting night coming soon to Big Chicks!
Hooray.
Things I have learned so far from my parents’ cable TV connection:
1. The new Nas single samples “Inna Gadda Davida.”
2. The Prince song “Black Sweat” kicks ass, and the video is pretty great too.
3. Cable kinda sucks (I already knew this, but I forget it).
Chicago was fun, now I’m in Milwaukee at my dad’s house. I just gave a drum lesson to a little Hasid kid named Moshe.
Black Sweat was definitely one of my singles of the year. I think I’m going to go watch some cable now.
me too!
I’ve had a headache for the past two and half days. This has never happened to me before, waht is wrong.
I took a nap yesterday and the the weirdest, most intense dreams I maybe ever had. I kept falling asleep and going into this totally real alternate reality, where I would be doing mundane things, like talking to my coworkers. Only one of my coworkers would be someone I totally made up, someone I have never even seen. And I’d say to myself, “Wait a minute. This is a dream. I don’t work with any light-skinned black guys!” Then I’d force myself to kind of half open my eves to check in with the real world real quick before going right back to sleep and doing it again. It was strange waking up. For a good half hour, I still wasn’t entirely sure that this was the real world, and I kept looking for signs that something was wrong with it.
Hey, you know what, guys? Merry Christmas.
Merry xmas bros. Made a good haul. Lots of books, including two copies of the new Pynchon (going to return one). Donald Barthelme’s 60 Stories. Sweaters. The Residents’ Commercial Album. Good stuff. I am sleepy. Watching “Mythbusters” in my parents’ freezing basement.
Barthelme is a hero of mine. That’s an awesome book. Get ready to laugh a lot.
Merry Xmas. My neighborhood is a place that Xmas forgot—all the stores and restaurants are open and the sidewalks are full of people and Vietnamese women menacing pedestrians with their BMW SUV’s and Volvos.
Last night Sayjal and I went to Tweet for brunch, then had a salty dog at Big Chicks while I filled out a job application. After that we saw The Queen (good) then went, had Chinese in Chinatown, and returned to Big Chicks.
Sayjal had to work today so she left me and my other brown friend Sheila joined us. We had only had a couple sips of our beer before a drunk man told Sheila and me that we were “beautiful, gorgeous people,” and that he was from the Lower East Side and not since he was last there to had he seen such good-looking people. Strangely, he correctly guessed that she was Guatmalen and I was Mexican. He tried to buy us a drink, but we turned him down, to which he responded, “I’m really sorry to bother you but it’s just that you’re both so beautiful that I’d like to penetrate you both.”
Hi everyone, Merry Xmas and stuff once again. I’m relaxing on the couch and thinking about the eggplant and mozzarella baked ziti dish I’m making for dinner tonight. Got some good books (Iraq Study Group Report, the Motorcycle Diaries) and a MIDI keyboard (!) among other things for presents this year, and everyone seemed to like what I got them. I helped my dad set up his iPod (his big present) this afternoon, and I put a bunch of music on it for him. I can’t wait to see him listening to N.W.A.
The papasan chair is gone. I’m sorry if anyone wanted it, but I doubt that anyone does, given the reaction it got last time Jenny offered it up. First I noticed that it was enormous and crowding my living room. Then I moved it into the bedroom, and noticed that it was even more enormous in there. Now it’s enormous in the alley.