-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Woke up this morning with an urge for radioactive pizza and Primitive Radio Gods. You probably remember PRG as the "telephone booth" song, Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth (With Money In My Hand).
In late 2000, I picked up White Hot Peach, their then-new album and Rocket, their initial release. Immediately falling in love with the 80s rock-style, mixed with an eclectic, understated electronic sense, quite a few of the songs on both albums took on meaning in my own life, as music tends to do.
I haven't felt the urge to listen to PRG in quite some time, though, likely due to the lack of any sort of romantic interest in my life (music that becomes ingrained with associations tends to be like that, at least for me), so this morning is an oddity.
But the music is still amazing.
Why does no one tell me these things?
It can be ordered here.
I really don't know what to say.
So incredibly weird.
Daft Punk's Discovery is pretty much the only thing that has kept me from totally losing my shit the last few days.
Yay also for Interstella 5555, which is just Good. If you haven't seen Interstella but are a Daft Punk fan, you've pretty much missed the train. But don't worry, there's a guitar-shaped ship scheduled for well, just about, now.
I just spent an hour or so tooling through the iMixes on iTMS.
Damn you one-click purchasing.
One the one hand I bought some Marvin Gaye. On the other, I bought some Tiffany.
On the gripping hand, Koushik's Be With is pretty damn groovy. Also: Fischerspooner. Totally.
(You can thank mdxi for reminding me about the gripping hand.)
Newsflash: Sarah Slean's live cover of Radiohead's Climbing Up the Walls still the coolest thing ever. kthx.
And Pachabel throws the horns.
Dude definitely wore a pink tux to the prom. No frilly crap, though. Gotta keep those lines streamed.
Dropkick Murphys & Flogging Molly at Festival Pier on my birthday.
I have yet to see a NIN show. Given that the first CD I ever bought was NIN's Broken, I am pretty sure this fact, more than anything else, makes me incredibly lame.
Certainly doesn't remind me of the 2006 Pumpcon tagline...
Went to the Radiohead show in Camden last night, with H, her sister's friend, and a friend of H's from NYC (who I'd heard a fair amount about, so it was nice putting reality to stories).
We got some dinner at Penang beforehand (a spinach dish I hadn't had before was ordered, and it was just as delicious as everything else there), then took the ferry over the river. We had skipped the opening act (Grizzly Bear), and got to the stadium just as the show was starting. Awesome timing.
The set list seemed like a good mix of new stuff (most of which I wasn't familiar with) and older stuff (which I was).
They played Climbing Up the Walls, Everything In Its Right Place and How To Disappear Completely, which was enough to make me a happy little monkey.
The effects were quite awesome, comparable to Massive Attacks.
After the show, we sat on a bench eating pretzels and vending-machine-ice-cream waiting for the ferry line to become less insane (a thousand or more people were waiting), and would have been the last group on the boat except some old guy wandered up behind us basically as we were boarding.
An excellent evening, for sure.
Ben Folds with the Chamber Orchestra of Philadelphia last night, at the Mann Center.
"Steven's Last Night in Town" pretty much requires an orchestra, really.
He played a couple new tracks last night, too, for the album dropping on the 30th. Definitely looking forward to it.
Even in the middle of a little hurricane, the place was packed. Everyone decked out in rain gear and ready to have an excellent time. And they did.
We ran into Nick and Mariah while looking for seats, which was hilarious though -- really -- not all that unexpected. (We hit up Doobies after with them, and ran into Gallo (Hi, Eric!), who is back in town and sounding very productive. Very excited for him.)
And, as H commented after the "three part harmony" section of the night, the Mann center has great acoustics.
Seriously. Last night was awesome. There's a reason H has seen Ben Folds twelve times now. I certainly hope I get to; I can't imagine it ever getting old.