The Big Pink

Disco

I'm loving Whitest Boy Alive...

Wilco (The Album) Stream and Pre-order

Stream and pre-order now from Wilco's website. Gotta love the album cover art.

Something I Stumbled Upon Today...

“After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with you head up and your eyes open.
With the grace of maturity, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on
Today because tommorow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And that you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn and learn ....
With every goodbye you learn.”
~Veronica Shoffstall

Animal Collective on Letterman

I'm still completely obsessed with Merriweather Post Pavilion by Animal Collective. Looking forward to this show in Los Angeles at The Wiltern at the end of the month. Apparently, tickets sold out within hours. Where do I sign up to be one of the background dancers?

Angst...

Ryan Adams' Inter-Activity

The latest from Ryan Adams' online endeavers...

Magical New Discovery

Aren't You Glad You Don't Work for Clear Channel

Yesterday radio giant, Clear Channel Broadcasting announced yet another round of lay offs and company-wide spending cuts. Check out the San Diego damage here. These cuts also included marketing budgets and contributions to employees' 401Ks.

What does this mean to you? If you are an employee for Clear Channel, I would hate to get up and go to work everyday to that kind of environment. If you are a listener, I'm sure you are aware, radio isn't what is used to be. What makes a radio station truly great is when they are actually an intrinsic part of the community. This means programming to the listeners directly and featuring content relevant to character of each market. As if local programming wasn't a problem before, expect to hear more corporate playlists and less of a local feel on your favorite Clear Channel stations. Sorry guys.

If you happen to love a local radio station, be sure to sure to show your support in every way you can. Tune in, log on, interact, tell your friends, support their advertisers because times they are a changin'...

Join The Fun!

I'll be providing ear candy in between sets...

always forward, never backwards

Move Over Jenny Lewis

I think I've fallen for another. It took It's Blitz, the Yeah Yeah Yeah's new record to get me there. I think I'm late to the game on this one, but better late than never.

Montonix: Best Show of The Year (so far)

I can't say I would buy the record, but this band rocked my world live. Definitely not to missed! Wet, sweaty, half-naked, crowd-crawling, loud, rock n' roll mayhem! Here is some video my friend Meg shot from the show. The crowd followed them to the street where they continued to play outside the Casbah.



At the end of the show, everyone was feeling the love and collective energy...high-fives and hugs from the lead singer, who I found to be super passive and sweet outside his stage persona. Quite the experience.

Yes, that's the audience holding up the drum kit.

Wavves: Am I Missing Something?

What's the deal with this band? Pitchfork is raving, people are talking, the buzz is churning. They play the Casbah on Friday. Maybe they make miracles happen live? By the looks of this video, I'm not convinced.

Do we bury ourselves in busy til we're dizzy numb and have forgotten how to feel?

Buried Letter

The Introduction

"I am lost in the hope for love. Sometimes clinging and grasping to the slightest feeling of it til my nails are dirty and deep in my heart I knew I should have let go a long time ago. Hanging in the perfection of romance because yes, it is perfect to me. Each unique – a different strain of the drug. However, the sweat of romance always dries. And the emotions leave you with the breeze that once whispered on your skin and made you want to make love everywhere you felt it. It's gone as quickly as it came and there you are…left stunned and spun upside down not knowing where to go next, but you feel like you need to go somewhere because standing still is unbearable. What keeps the weather sustainable – the question that keeps me up at night wondering if I'll ever settle for less than perfection because there's a chance the taste of love (however diluted it may be) might stay in my mouth for a second longer. How did I manage to set the bar so high? The bar that sends me running the second my eyes peer underneath it.

However difficult the task may be, I now attempt to discontinue my figurative pacing between what I think is best for us and stand still, waiting for light to show itself beneath the bleak sky of winter and confusion. And I think…

I know this. I truly felt the romance with you. Sincere love. Easily perfection. When I left you, I got in the car and buried my face in my hands in defeat. No tears, just a sigh – the culmination of all the emotions I felt spending my week with you. It was beautiful. And I knew I would not see you for some time, but I did not care because at that moment, I was in love and at peace with the situation.

Since we separated, distance has left us confused. This makes me feel our relationship is weak and unstable. I want to find the words to talk to each other, but instead I hide behind absence and passive aggression hoping maybe you'll get the letter I never sent. So I seek inspiration with the saddest, most thought-provoking records I can find and ask myself the questions every woman has probably asked herself at one time – What is wrong with me? Why does it have to be so god-damn complicated? And then I move on to questions probably more unique to me - Why do I run from love? What am I so afraid of? Are my scars too thick for anyone to feel me beneath them? And on the contrary, why do I grasp for things that may not be in my reach? It's exhausting living in those extremes.

Dedicated to fate, these questions plague into my soul, my very being, like a chronic disease the universe infected me with. What is karmic retribution anyway? Am I becoming jaded to it all? At what point do you give up on the romance? At what point do the daydreams I love to live in become so dismal and dim that I finally wake up and see what's real? But those dreams are all I know. I love them more than anything. They make me tick.

What I felt with you makes me tick. But a part of this love doesn't feel real. It doesn't feel tangible. It's a love that hides behind computer screens and text messages because were too afraid to stare it in the face. Figuratively avoiding eye contact. We are lost in the idea of it all and over analyze what we think we know to the point where we've forgotten that one solid long stare into someone's eyes can tell you more than all the analyzing and text in the world. If you are brave, stare at me now and don't blink because you might miss what I have to say. Here's my letter (and this is the hardest part)…"