Screechies have finished our first EP. It is currently for sale for only 3 dollars. go to our myspace (www.myspace.com/screechies) to hear some of our new shit.

I don't want school to start at all. But on the first day of school I get to see 2 of my favorite bands (the first is possibly the favorite).

Sonic Youth

and

flaming lips

It's July fourth right now, whatever the hell that means. However, I do know this; there was a Twilight's Zone marathon on yesterday. Essentially an entire day's worth of pure fucking Americana, certainly more than I am experiencing today, and today is involving fireworks and reading Transmetropolitan. Screechies last show for more than a month tomorrow (July 5th!). VFW. Novel, Vacations, What the H?!, Awesome Dudes Forever, and Screechies. Once again, Go. Enough band plugging.  

I feel like making a list. These have been my favorite albums to listen to this summer

5. Joy Divison-Unknown Pleasures

4. Big Black-Atomizer

3. Pedro the Lion-Achilles' Heel

2. Sonic Youth-Rather Ripped (new album, excellent!)

1. XTC-Skylarking

Currently Listening Black Candy By Beat Happening see related

summer has been fairly good to me thus far. just got home from playing a show with screechies (went well).  thanks to everyone that watched us. i'm really excited to start recording; recording will commence after i get back from a san antonio trip i'm going on. 

 anyways...tomorrow lane and i will be venturing out into the grasslands of central north dakota on a 2 day backpacking trip. that's really fucking manly.

i love xtc. the end

Currently Listening Signals, Calls and Marches By Mission of Burma see related

The Problem With Music
by Steve Albini

Whenever I talk to a band who are about to sign with a major label, I always end up thinking of them in a particular context. I imagine a trench, about four feet wide and five feet deep, maybe sixty yards long, filled with runny, decaying shit. I imagine these people, some of them good friends, some of them barely acquaintances, at one end of this trench. I also imagine a faceless industry lackey at the other end holding a fountain pen and a contract waiting to be signed. Nobody can see what's printed on the contract. It's too far away, and besides, the shit stench is making everybody's eyes water. The lackey shouts to everybody that the first one to swim the trench gets to sign the contract. Everybody dives in the trench and they struggle furiously to get to the other end. Two people arrive simultaneously and begin wrestling furiously, clawing each other and dunking each other under the shit. Eventually, one of them capitulates, and there's only one contestant left. He reaches for the pen, but the Lackey says "Actually, I think you need a little more development. Swim again, please. Backstroke". And he does of course.

normally i don't post anything serious.

i know i'm not the only one that considered kirby their childhood hero-not to mention one of the best baseball players ever. too bad his life went down the shitter. i'll miss this guy i never really knew.