23 til 32

by Liz Posted on December 2, 2010

Hey Internet! I’m doing great! I survived a long drive by myself in an unfamiliar, uncomfortably large SUV on a mission to feast with the Vermont portion of my family and retrieve some of my belongings stowed at my mom’s. I now have more than a suitcase of clothing!

I also rescued my dearest friend from his prison at the bottom of a stack of plastic storage bins. He’s on the left, in green.:

His name is Freddy. As you can see we go way back. Yes, it rhymes with teddy — but he’s named after my uncle who sent him to me from Germany before I was born; the very first Lizmas present! I know a lot of Freds and all (but one) are the coolest. But especially this one. (I have to say that because he knows all my secrets.)

Before I forget: here’s a mix to get you in the Lizmas spirit. I hope you listen to it while drinking a cup of unaltered coffee and drumming on your desk with pencils, Liz-style.

 

23 til 32 mix

  1. 1978, Liliput, Kleenex/Liliput, 1993
  2. Off Morning, Sort Sol, Dagger & Guitar, 1983
  3. This Perfect Day, The Saints, Eternally Yours, 1978
  4. That’s When I Reach For My Revolver, Mission of Burma, Signals, Calls, and Marches, 1981
  5. Undone, Rowland S. Howard, Teenage Snuff Film, 1999
  6. Dark Entries, Bauhaus, 1979-1983: Volume One, 1986
  7. Disorder, Joy Division, Unknown Pleasures, 1979
  8. Speak My Language, The Cure, Join The Dots: B-Sides & Rarities 1978-2001 [Disc 1], 2004
  9. The Strange Boutique, The Monochrome Set, The Strange Boutique, 1980
  10. Double Standards, Action Pact, Mercury Theatre: On The Air!, 1983
  11. Dark Park Creeping, Mo-Dettes, The Story So Far, 1980
  12. Gehry, Babyland, The Finger, 2004
  13. Night, Zola Jesus, Stridulum II, 2010
  14. Stars, Warpaint, Exquisite Corpse EP, 2009

22 more days of Lizmas shopping and my obnoxious birthday zeal! Here’s my unreasonable wishlist:

  • electronic drum kit
  • 55 gallon aquarium w/1 fancy goldfish named La Contessa.
  • a houseplant that doesn’t require much direct sunlight
  • a cup that never runs out of fresh delicious iced tea
  • that nail polish gadget the receptionist in Total Recall was using

That’s all. Really.

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sometimes the rock is a turtle

by Liz Posted on November 8, 2010

What? It’s November? I don’t even know how that happened. Below you’ll find a mix of what I’ve been into lately. It just occurred to me to include a tracklist –because I’m totally smart and with-it– so I’m going to start doing that.

 

If you want a moral, a November mix.

  1. Storm the Reality Asylum – Rip Rig & Panic, i Am Cold, 1982
  2. Push – Brilliant, Limelight Lime-7-001, 1982
  3. Soul Deep – Darkside, All That Noise, 1990
  4. Sorry, Sorry, Sorry – The Scientists, The Scientists, 1981
  5. Black Dwarf – Marc Riley With The Creepers, 4 A’s From Maida Vale 12″, 1985
  6. Dot Dash – Wire, Live @ CBGB’s Theatre NY, 1978
  7. I’m Coming Over – X , Wild Gift, 1981
  8. Suntrapper – The Triffids, In The Pines, 1994
  9. From the Top of the Mountain – Dog Faced Hermans, Mental Blocks For All Ages, 1991
  10. Why Me – The Passions, Michael & Miranda, 1980
  11. Girl with a Gun - Bone Orchard, Jack, 1984
  12. Endless Fall – Lydia Lunch & Rowland S. Howard, Shotgun Wedding, 1991

I’ve been spending way too much of my free time watching videos of Rowland S. Howard on YouTube and being bummed out that he’s gone. Like, it’s been almost a year. And while it’s perfectly normal to selfishly be upset that your favorite-whatever will no longer be creating your favorite-whatnots, there’s an end date on the acceptability of this bullshit mourning period, and I’ve gone well past it. But he was what made The Birthday Party so great (this coming from someone who adores Nick Cave, but I’m not going to lie.) And most of Lydia Lunch’s best stuff came from their collaboration. And the same can be said for Nikki Sudden. (More fuel to my strong feeling that collaborative efforts tend to be the best.) Anyway, here I go again dwelling on this.

My laptop's wallpaper: RSH w/his Fender Jaguar ... probably not helping.

I think, typical skepticism aside, that I might have met the devil on Friday. At least, that’s my working theory as to how someone who isn’t usually interested in guys became tongue-tied over the hotness of a dude working in the boot department of the army navy store. One minute I’m turning around to answer a “can I help you find something?” and the next I’m unable to finish a sentence and backing away like some kind of nut. Oh well. If you happen to be the smokin’ hot metal dude who works in the boot department of my local surplus store, I want to know your secret. What is it about you? Did you make a sketchy deal with something supernatural? Are you carrying medium-rare steaks on your person?

In related news, I need to find a new army navy store, which is really a bummer because that one is one of the few favorite places from my youth still in business.

What else? Oh yeah, I need to buy a bed and I’m being an indecisive whiner about it. Do I want a sofa bed or a real bed? Do I want a full or a queen? Metal or wood frame? I don’t have answers to any of these questions!

Here are two I like:

They’re … nothing alike. And I could easily post 400 photos of other beds and sofa beds I’m interested in. So what am I even going on here? How do I narrow stuff down? I hate this so much and I bet I get sick of it before my landlords get my room repainted and end up buying the most basic IKEA futon just to be done with it.

Well November, I am thankful to have such stupid problems! Tune in next time for an entry fraught with anxiety over what delicious beer to select on a leisurely night out with my friends.

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Release the hats

by Liz Posted on October 12, 2010

Man, for like a minute we had perfect autumn weather and I even found my scarf and switched to darker beers. In protest of this week’s sun, here’s an October mix to drink your pumpkin ale to:

 

 

So I’m writing a screenplay for a horror movie with flat stereotypical dudes as props for my strong female characters and exactly zero rapes. Wasted effort or huge waste of effort?

Eh, we’ll see. I’m really not enjoying writing in screenplay format though and might turn it into a manuscript. OR I might just forget about it in a week until I watch the next awful bit of schlocky bullshit that makes me want to throw things. If I even get into what’s set me off this time I will never get to the next order of business.

The next order of business: Shows. Holy crap have I seen a lot of good bands since I moved. Saw A Frames/Golden Error/Hot Guts last Thursday, the xx/Warpaint/Zola Jesus on Monday, Swans the week before, and Pissed Jeans a couple weeks ago. Grinderman in NYC is looking good, and bunch of other interesting stuff is heading through Philly before the end of the year. I need to start carrying earplugs because shows just happen it seems, and I’m never quite prepared.

Taking photos at shows is either too awkward or less interesting than watching the bands or not allowed at all. The venue for the xx show prohibited photography so only select media types and rule-breaking assholes got photos. I’m not sure which group this one was pilfered from because it was forwarded to me. But look: my friend and housemate, J, scored some sweet dead center Row A tickets:

Fancy!

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