Time for a Friday kitty break
I’d be totally cool with turning this blog into one that only posts videos on Fridays of synchronized kitten dancing.
I’d be totally cool with turning this blog into one that only posts videos on Fridays of synchronized kitten dancing.
But I do have the Duck Tales theme song stuck in my head.
Help.
If you’re bored, recommend something to me.
Thanks.
Currently listening to random mixtapes at muxtape. I like the layout: simple, giant text, solid colors. Not much in the ways of controls, but that means less need to use my brain. Which is a welcome thing when I’m doodling away on my computer after midnight, aka, “brain quittin’ time.”
I have, of course, claimed my URL, but haven’t uploaded anything yet. When I do, I’ll let you know.
Almost forgot to mention that I saw Caribou two weeks ago with John. My concert excitement has faded so quickly in just a few years. Or less. Not that the show wasn’t great—it was quite awesome, something I’d love to see again. Happy visuals, happy music, happy happies, energy up the wazoo, a strange sensation considering that I was so tired I just leaned against the wall the whole time and probably yawned a lot more than I should’ve, which is what every day is like these days…
This is God’s way of telling me that I should drink coffee.

Last Saturday (only a week ago, really?) I went to Studio B to see Cut Copy with Amy, Jess, and Alex. It was my first “real” concert in…a long time. Strange to think that in high school I had the stamina to go to a concert, say, more than once every two months, but now I kind of loathe the thought of staying out until my contacts adhere themselves to my eyeballs and potentially having to go to work the next day. (I’m going to see Caribou this Friday though. Excitement! Wee!)
The main reason I went to see Cut Copy, besides that I like their music, was because Amy asked me to. Alex was a last minute add-on when he said, “OHAI, I’m coming down from Vassar for the weekend just because!” He didn’t have a ticket, but all we had to do was wait outside in a line moving at the speed of a disabled sloth before he was allowed entrance. Our wait was enhanced by shivering fun!—neither of us had brought jackets so we could avoid checking them in. This was the first time I actually left everything at home (”home” being Tristan’s not-too-far-away apartment) aside from a few necessities I could cram into Alex’s pockets. After waiting forever to check my bag in the last time I went to Studio B, I didn’t want to relive the horror.
This also mean I couldn’t lug my dSLR with me, but sometimes it’s okay not to take photos. I guess. Also, Amy took plenty.

So…the concert. I’ve become increasingly horrible at being able to describe these things. Most of the songs they played appeared to be from their first album, Bright Like Neon Love, which worked for me because I hadn’t listened to their newest one, In Ghost Colours. I think I…danced. Just a tad. It’s a rare thing, to see me dancing because I’m too self-conscious and feel like an mal-coordinated idiot when I move in ways beyond walking/running/etc. The band was into it, and the screaming fans led me to believe that the crowd was too.
The only low points of the concert were 1) standing next to or behind super-tall people/hipsters when I am barely over 5 feet tall, but i guess it’s my fault for having crappy genes ill-adapted for going to concerts, 2) standing next to people who wouldn’t stop making out (when people are shouting at you to “get a room,” you know it’s not good), 3) when at least one girl attempted to crowd surf and failed, 4) when this one guy wouldn’t stop hitting on Amy even though she was obviously not interested, although not obvious enough for this guy because her personality does not include “acting like a bitch.” Dear people of the male persuasion: do not talk try to a girl WHILE THE CONCERT IS GOING ON, IT’S KIND OF AWKWARD.
Otherwise, good times were had.
The giggling gets freaky after a while, but I like the music to Chapi Chapo. Whatever it would be categorized as. [via swiss miss]
The Alesis Micron 37-Key Analog Modeling Synth looks like its made of candy. Delicious fruity candy.
Tenori-On = want.
…More so after it costs less than $1200. Either that or after I become really rich, but I think the former is more likely to happen first.
Justice - DVNO [NEW]
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It reminds me of watching PBS as a kid, but if all the TV show intros/outros were really shiny and three dimensional. Super. Trippy.
I prefer the Mathematikal remix of DVNO over the original, but it’s all good.
…Miminal Techno makes a good non-obtrusive soundtrack.
…Even though this morning we had planned to have a Mariah Carey day.
I haven’t been listening to much music lately. It is sad. So much sadness, I possess.
Which is why I am quite happy that The Lemur Blog posted a gajillion mp3s by Diego Chavez because that gives me something to listen to. Diego did a remix of Lykke Li’s “Little Bit” that I love to death, perhaps even beyond death (two posts down, or you can get it from The Lemur Blog), so I’m not surprised I like his original stuff as well. (On a related note, I’ve pretty much only been listening to Lykke Li for the past week. WHY CAN’T I STOP?)
This song is composed just from the sound effects from Windows 98 and Windows XP. It is quite neat. [via neatorama]
A few songs of mild happiness. If you don’t like them, I’ll cut yew.
This song is Calvin Harris up the wazoo. Because he partially produced it. I’ve never really been into Kylie Minogue, but that might change with her latest album.
Lykki Li - Little Bit (Diego Chavez Remix)
It took me a while to get into Lykke Li, who I will put into the “Swedish pop” category even though that’s kind of vague. And that’s why I give you mp3s. It’s like giving out samples of food instead of having to come up with any kind of well though-out description of what I want you to ingest. Wooo. So yes, this remix is what got me interested, a dancier version of the original. [via The Lemur Blog]
Switches - Every Second Counts (Ocelot Remix)
I didn’t like this upon my first listen, and then quickly became mildly obsessed with it. And I don’t know why. Ocelot transformed the original song into something full of awesome and unicorns and Jolly Ranchers. [via discodust]
Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea
Admitting this will probably make me look bad, but this is the first time I’ve really listened to Neutral Milk Hotel. The whole 10-year-anniversary thing piqued my interest. I’m sure I tried listening to them before; they must not have meshed with my 12-year-old brainwaves a decade years ago. Now they mesh. I am happy.
Is it sad that the only reason I feel compelled is less so when I find a song I really l like, but when I find an album that references donuts and how you must take heed of their presence?
More info about this album, “Don’t Forget the Donuts” by Wayne Potash, from The Blognut, my favorite donut blog. (Granted, the only one I read, but still.) The Blognut says, “Other than the fact that it involves Donuts, I’ll really never be able to put into words why this album is so awesome.” It’s awesome beyond the English language.
…It’s a children’s album, if that makes any more sense.
Once again, I forgot I had a music blog.
I’m really tired. So I’m just gonna show you this: PILLOWY MOUNDS OF MASHED POTATOES
Entranced, I am. YTMND never fails to please.
Few things scream “awesomesauce” quite like Feist dancing around a seemingly endless field of barrels shooting off fireworks.
Here you go:
Rewatch the finished video. (”Rewatch” because surely, you’ve seen it before. Unless you don’t use the Internet enough.)
This weekend I made Olivia watch Hot Chip’s video for Ready For The Floor. Her reaction was appropriate: eyes agog, mouth slightly agape, overall giving off a sense that said, “holyshitawesome.” If you haven’t seen the video yet, WATCH IT NOW:
If you’re still, “Huh?” after watching the video, here’s a “making of” that might un-huh things:
Glee.