your rock n roll lies

hello kittens,
yes it's that weekly time we all gather round the electrodes and take a glance at what favorite magical musical elliptical platter is spinning away in joey's fat ride. this week it's really fresh from the wrapper, a few hours fresh in fact. ah. the smell of cellophane, the struggle to get a fingernail under a corner, the failed attempts to get the sticker off of the top in one whole piece without leaving even a sliver on the case - a new cd. a good cd. this week it's RAZORLIGHT. you know me and brit bands. this thing is really great - just what i've been looking for, a band to get attached to. It's Beatles meet Sex Pistols meet the Police - if that's possible. so, jump on the streetcar and dostle down to the record shop and give razorlight a listen. or, get me to upload it to the ftp - not that i'm into that sort of criminal activity. finally, a freaking good cd with just as good artwork.

cheer-ee-oh,
-joey

untitled...

turn and face the strain...

the thoughts

dot

compulsion...

i feel like writing something.

word on the street is that you are now an audience of four. wow. impressive. an increase in readership by a whole i-have-no-idea-because-i-am-bad-at-math percentage. zingers for whomever can do the math correctly.

ok, so the reality is that i feel like sending something off into space, but i have absolutely no idea of what to say. so here's to ramblin'. lawd, i was born a ramblin' man.

yeah, i just sang that song. more zingers to whomever knows the band.

no no no...no zingers. thats too easy cuz its the allman brothers, and everybody knows that.

do you ever wonder about that time in first grade when you peed your pants? really. like if traffic lights and flapping butterfly wings is what gives fate a shape, then what did that big, wet, warm accident after lunch on the playground influence who you are and what you are doing right now? if you hadnt (who am i kidding...i hadnt) done that, hadnt stayed on the tire swing too long, or drank that extra chocolate milk, would things be different or not? would you be more confident with yourself? more succesful? you could be a rockstar. instead you end up a mortgage broker with an suv and an average looking wife who watches friends every night at 6:30. and your boss, he is the guy who made fun of you. he is the kid who first noticed the darker shade of blue in the crotch of your jeans. and you, in adamant appeal, screaming, crying, "hey, i aint peed in my pants! the tire swing had water in it!" or, "i didnt pee in my pants! brad shaddix spilled his orange juice at lunch and it got on me!"

in fifth grade kevin pooped in his pants. i dont remember kevin's last name. but i do recall how he, because of this giant drying, crusting load, walked around funny all afternoon and sat in his desk with all his weight shifted to one side. (you know, so he wouldnt squash it.) what if i met kevin now, years later? what would i say? maybe i would congratulate him on his mortgage broker job. and when he introduces his average looking wife i wonder, "does she know that the man she married was destined to be something great, but because he pooped his pants in fifth grade he is a lesser man?"

well, thats exactly what happend, actually. poor kevin. but i guess he's no different than anyone else. we've all crapped in our pants. and he's just trying to make a livin' and doin' the best he can.

like a football fan on saturday...

resentment

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things groovy, things contemptable.

so its been a while since i last posted, and in an attempt to keep this going and put up something partially interesting but largely self referential and aggrandizing i thought i would post a list i created. this list, while fairly comprehensive, still has some gaps but it might be useful in finding out about a number of things that i obsess over, some of my pet peeves and other things that just make very little sense whatsoever. that is, if you even care about knowing me in this manner. but since there are only about 3 of you out there that read this, it doesnt matter anyway. 10 points for whomever knows anything about the more obscure references in the groovy list.

so, here goes.

things groovy:

Rainy days 
Vinyl lp’s 
Girls who eat cheeseburgers 
Collarbones and Hipbones 
Driving at night 
The city, the country, but not the suburbs 
Antiques 
hot goth chicks  
simplicity 
Adults who write notes on their hand 
brunettes 
Being late 
Bicycles 
Hotel rooms 
Addition, but not subtraction 
Lebanese food 
All celestial bodies, but not the sun 
Travel  
Surprises, but not acting surprised 
Second chances 
Concept of the trinity 
Spelling color “colour” 
The colour black  
Irony  
army surplus goods 
q-tips 
fireflies 
the smell of the library 
the "clackety-clack" you hear upon entering the library
summer nights 
layered clothing 
cold weather 
Duchamp 
Christian Boltanski 
Rothko, Newman, Kline, Motherwell, but not de Kooning or Pollock  
Simon Norfolk 
Warhol, but not his paintings 
Aquafresh 
Fortnights instead of two weeks 
intelligent children 
Good books 
Goodwill (toward men, and the thrift store) 
Wearing the same thing everyday 
Accessorizing 
grandparents 
humility 
Letters by mail 
Tennyson, Frost, cummings 
Cynicism of reality and romanticism of the ideal 
Holly bushes 
Daisies 
Post structuralism, but not Derrida 
Conceptual art 
 

& things contemptable: 

Beefcake guys 
Passing on, passing away, going home; instead of being dead 
School spirit 
Christmas spirit 
Patriotism and patriotic people 
Doctors 
Visiting the doctor 
Western imperialism 
Hipsters who know their hipsters 
Yuppies who think they’re hipsters 
Alcohol 
Unruly children 
Self-proclaimed artists 
The phrases: "in love," "relationship with Jesus," & "You know what I’m saying"
Kinkos, Wal Mart, Fed Ex, Pepsi, Wendy’s, KFC, The Gap and Old Navy, but not K Mart, Sonic, UPS, Coca-Cola or H&M 
Cell phones 
Pseudo intellectuals 
Flight attendants 
Gallery assistants 
Arrogance 
Selfishness 
Potheads 
Phony cultural relics and faux antiques 
Grease. The oily substance and the movie. 
the beach 
Femi-nazis 
Hyperbole 
Beer guzzling baseball cap frat boys 
Hot sorority girls. 
Jocks, but not athletes 
Myself, in most situations 
Rednecks 
Christians who think Jesus is a Republican 
Christian products, culture, music, art and t-shirts 
Baby talk 
Impressionism, Realism, Romanticism, Surrealism  
Chinese food 
Looking like my dad 
Sounding like my dad 
Swimming 
Ebonics 
Paperbacks with broken spines 
High school football 
Morning breath 

new week, new leak

hello all in marvelous country,
this weeks edition of pick o' the week features a band i was just introduced to last week. hailing from athens, ga - now it's overhead - gets the prized position of spinning deep within the caverns of my montero sport factory stereo, lasers pulsing, the whole deal. i can't believe i've never heard of these guys before, wait, yes i can - there are only like 865,000 bands out there. but sometimes, you find one that just works - this is it. now it's overhead is for fans of remy zero, the postal service, and R.E.M. (who they're currently opening for in this year's euro tour. so, check out their site www.nowitsoverhead.com and give "wait in a line", the new single, a listen.

candidate...

...for our logo.



any opinions?

that new thingy...

so i am a few days behind joey in adding my album of the moment, and i know all three of you out there have just been on pins and needles. but its worth the wait, especially if you love derivative, schlocky, cute, geeky music. because thats just what CAMERA OBSCURA is. and its great.

if one were to make a souffle (how do you spell souffle? nevermind, lets use the word casserole instead) casserole of mod music, then the recipe would go like so: using a heaping helping of velvet underground, add 3 teaspoons of diana ross (yeah, i said mix v.u. with a splash of diana...stay with me) and blend with a little mopey morrisey. if you are out of morrisey, then substitute with gracious amounts of belle and sebastian. bake with a deadpan delivery, wear your buddy holly protective eyewear to prevent any kitchen injuries, and prest-o! a casserole fit for geeks, sheiks, blips, polits, mods and rockers. just be sure to wear a bib. we wouldnt want any spills on your favorite cardigan sweater, would we?

wait a minute, i forgot that these guys are from scotland. forget the flippin' casserole. its haggis time!!!

a new thingy

like anyone cares. this is the first installment of the "CD of the week" installments. i call them CD's even if they were bought totally digitally, like on itunes or something. although i don't enjoy the purchase of tunes from the i , i do confess, i do it from time to time. i'm a sucker for album art and liner notes - gotta have something to read on the can, right? to make a short story long, here's my pick this week...even though this CD came out in late 2003, it's one of those that just got it's second wind in my car, thanks to the new DVD that came out last month. So, the CD of the week will from now on be the main disc that has heavy rotation in my car and yes, my iPod, regardless of release date.

this week, the sheer genius and infection of David Bowie's "Reality". yes, like a true artist, he did the whole CD art and design. and played the stylophone. look it up. it's cool. and the music is badass.



don't you feel better? stay tuned my darlings, whomever you are.