Showing posts with label Feathers in my cap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Feathers in my cap. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Come on, little life-giver. Give your life.



This blog post is about Joanna Newsom. Her new album, Have One On Me, which came out a couple weeks ago, is really fucking awesome. Seriously. Drop what you're doing and buy it right now. Worbs cannot describe...

Due to my unrelenting love for this person - whom I've never met and from whom I probably subconsciously rip off musical ideas - I will, so as not to appear overly creepy, withhold the discursive and pleonastic disquisition about her beauty and genius which has been percolating in my thinking-head for some great time now.

I've really only got one thing to say:

On April 3rd Joanna is playing at the Vic. So help me God, The Blamers, if we book a show for that Saturday night I will not play and probably take the opportunity to finally quit the band and become the first non-Jesuit to hold the Guinness record for slow-falling and abstract heuristics plagiarism. Fair warning, oh my brothers.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

SaicoMania


This is fucking awesome.

A documentary on Los Saicos, one of the greatest punk rock outfits of all time.