THE BEATLES ON COKE

My Bloody Valentine - Cupid Come

My Bloody Valentine - Honey Power

THERE'S A GHOST IN MY HOUSE

I'm in the living room playing Mario Kart 64, while Tom Fry is in the bathroom drinking a bottle of Robitussin he's had lying around for a while in the medicine cabinet. In a little while Tom will be into cavernous head space, and I'm ready to see it, but in the meantime I'm occupied by the three red shells I just picked up. Where am going to shoot them?


Tom Fry and I are driving around Northfield suburbs without purpose or direction. Tom tells me where to turn moments before I turn and I listen.

"I am possessed by cool driven magic," Tom tells me, and I believe him.


We are back at the house now, but the lights don't work. "Where is your fucking magic, you asshole?" I plead, but the magic only works in automobiles.

"There's spirits here," says Tom. "This is a ghost town and we're in a ghost house. Who knows the most about ghosts here?"

I shrug my shoulders. Nobody I know has any clue about ghosts.

"Then we're in trouble. The only safe zone is the roof."

Albert Ayler - Billie's Bounce

I MISS YOU DARLING

A rough week of paper-writing and presentation-giving deserves a lazy Friday afternoon as a reward, and I was up to the task and then some. Nobody was home when I got back, so I spent my time on the back porch enjoying the beautiful weather and getting my drink on. 70 degrees + breeze, a bit of sun peeking out of the clouds, dandelion overgrowth where last week there was next-to-nothing, sixer of Miller High Life, a black and mild for old time's sake, an ADD mix of guitar-playing and reading, some nostalgia with an old pal. And, of course, some tunage.

The Beach Boys - Can't Wait Too Long

The Attack - Anymore Than I Do

Jay Reatard - Screaming Hand

The Fleshtones - The World Has Changed

Black Uhuru - Utterance

FLOORED

If you are in the library and you have the book I need and I'm presenting, give that shit up bitch.

KNUCK IF U BUCK

OCDJ - Woopash

Also, addendum to yesterday's post: I know nothing about black metal!

TUESDAY

While I have no idea what I want this blog to become, I know that if I keep sitting on it without making a first post about something--anything--then its odds of survival are but SLIM TO NONE!

So, how 'bout some Bone Awl MP3s to kick things off? The good folks who write the Aquarius Records newsletter love this Bay Area black metal duo to death, who, by the way, go by the awesome monikers He Who Gnashes Teeth and He Who Crushes Teeth. Really good stuff; in its speed, raw intensity and lo-fi aesthetic (they release most of their material on cassettes, I believe) Bone Awl's music has a definite affinity for a certain strain of punk, and the vocals are a mean animal growl that you're definitely going to dig.

These three tracks are from the Not for Our Feet LP, which I found a rip of on Soulseek a while back. Enjoy!

Bone Awl - Ataud to Riviere

Bone Awl - Frightening Clouds

Bone Awl - Without Hate We Have Nothing