Random Music Recommendation

October 10th, 2008

Asobi Seksu released a track from their upcoming album. Streaming only, but worth a listen.

Swirling guitars, manic drums, a bit of feedback scream at the end. Yeah, I have to say that I like this.

And I'm supposed to retire on this?

October 9th, 2008

Out of a sense of morbid curiosity, I decided to see how my 401k was doing:

Your Personal Rate of Return for 09-08-2008 to 10-08-2008: -20.31%

Well, yes, it's been a tough month. How about the last three months?

Your Personal Rate of Return for 07-08-2008 to 10-08-2008: -22.39%

Er...for the year?

Your Personal Rate of Return for 01-01-2008 to 10-08-2008: -34.37%


More tax cuts for CEOs, I say. That'll turn this around.

Loud, part 2

October 7th, 2008

I wrote the first "Loud" post as a prelude to this one. Last week, I went to see My Bloody Valentine in San Francisco, and I fully expected them to be...well, loud. They did not disappoint.

I took notes during the show. They ramble.

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September 30th, 2008

I'm not a huge fan of loudness, in general, but there are a few exceptions. So, for example, I'm not a fan of death metal. But that's mostly because I think it's very, very silly.

Putting aside that particular rant, though, there are some loud sounds that I actually enjoy. All of them fall into the category of Big Aircraft with Big Engines. Go to a few airshows, and you'll see some. Hopefully without having to have your time wasted by stupid Rocket Trucks and other stupid redneck YEE-HAW! crap.

Jets are loud. Military jets are Really Loud. The fastest airplane in the world...

The loudest sound that I've ever heard was at an airshow. In Van Nuys, I think. I'm guessing it was sometime in the late-ish 80s. The airshow was winding down, after having run a bit long. My dad and I, and a few hundred other people, decided to start heading to the parking lot. I remember that it was getting dark, with the sky starting to turn purple as evening fell over lovely, scenic Van Nuys.

Walking from the field to the parking area, we were in a sort of wide valley between the hangars, with huge steel walls on either side of us. Then from the loudspeaker the announcer says that a late arrival has shown up: An SR-71 Blackbird.

It passes over the airfield, and it's definitely impressive. So we pause, ooh and ahh, and then keep walking.

And then the announcer says "(something) (something) high-speed pass!"

Which means that the pilot has taken the Blackbird out away from the airfield in a wide circle, opening some distance. Then he lines up on the runway, opens the throttle...and lights the afterburners.

There's a streak of blackness: An elongated, arrow-shaped piece of dark, riding on brilliant diamonds of flame.

And then there's an avalanche of thunder; a crash of noise like God's fist punching the Earth. The massive, physical wave of sound slams from one metal cliff to the other, over, around, and through all of us poor bastards standing there, and then bounces back and forth a few more times.

It was, of course, freaking awesome.

Feel the bile

September 29th, 2008

Right here.

I'll just pick one paragraph to quote, to let you know what you're in for:

Here's what Sarah Palin represents: being a fat fucking pig who pins "Country First" buttons on his man titties and chants "U-S-A! U-S-A!" at the top of his lungs while his kids live off credit cards and Saudis buy up all the mortgages in Kansas.