Slickerdrips

Gotta Get the First Plane Home - The Kinks - Pre-golden age Kinks at their best. Hell, Garage Rock at its best.
Press Darlings - Adam & the Ants - 's good.
Little Bird - White Stripes - Garage Rock revival at its best.
No Fun - The Stooges - Just stuck in my head.
This is Good - Black Flag - Hardcore that knows how to swing hard; also, lyrics about punching yourself in the face!
Look-Ka Py Py - The Meters - Bowm ch' bowm bowm. Ooka-cha-oo. Ooka-cha-ah. (actual vocals from the song) This is what I had stuck in my head before the poetry reading that was playing when I went in the room. Figured it would be good after... Black... Flag?
Thank you My Twilight - the pillows - Sooo goood! (teengirlsquad voice)
The Eraser - Thom Yorke - This is actually sorta filler, I'm ashamed to say.
Y Control - Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Stuck in my head. Also, great!
Why Can't I Touch It? - The Buzzcocks - This is how I've been feeling lately (oh, teenager.).
Where You'll Find Me Now; Avery Island/April 1st - Neutral Milk Hotel - They're important together. Plus, it's April! They make a perfect transition into the next songs...
The Long Island Sound; Carousels - Beirut - The Long Island Sound is essentially an instrumental version of Elephant Gun, but the transition into Carousels is amazing, because Carousels just blasts in with no intro after Long Island fades out. I also think that the version of Long Island I downloaded cuts off the end a bit, making the beginning of Carousels even better.

Cissy Strut- The Meters: Good song, nice'n funky
Day Tripper- Otis Redding: Otis does this way better than the Beatles.
Arthur- The Kinks: I heard the intro in my head after the end of the previous track while just listening. Interesting.
Carnival- the pillows: doodledoodledoo- doowee doooo, doowee doo, doodle doodle, ch-ch- ch-ch.
Rip Off- T. Rex: Damn Right!
Where You'll Find Me Now- Neutral Milk Hotel: I have been trying to play like, the entire second half of this album every time I pick up a guitar when I have the time to play it.
Lord Antony- Belle & Sebastian: It just fit.
Lipstick- the Buzzcocks: Just Great!
Little People- White Stripes: Jack White has some pretty weird paranoia.
Down to the Well- The Pixies: I really just played this for the intro.
Fun House- The Stooges: I just needed something heavy with saxophone in it.
Novacane- Beck: Important.
Soul Man- Sam and Dave: I've been learning the bass part in this, so it's been stuck in my head.
In 3's- Beastie Boys: I actually accidentally switched this with Soul man when I played it, but that doesn't really matter.

Jack: Charming, Narcissistic, short-tempered, had an abusive father that was very rarely around until he left entirely, addictive personality. Carries his father's Les Paul with him wherever he goes, and strangles his victims with guitar wire. Reason for killing: Power. Works out way too much (see narcissism). Trickster Demon. Short, lanky yet musclebound, green eyes, short dirty blond hair, wears tight jeans (70's-rocker style) and manages not to look dumb.

Eddie: Low self-esteem, nurturing at times, able to hide his shortcomings very well. Very sad (he should be the relatable character). Repressed homosexual because of his father (Jeffrey Dahmer-ish). Stabs victims to death, necrophiliac, but tender with the dead bodies. Strong, silent type. Tall, heavy with a reasonable amount of muscle, blue eyes, past-the-shoulders dark brown hair. Unkempt.

As they become "friends", Eddie begins to fall in love with Jack, who in return, when we least expect it, tries to kill him (in an old barn on the side of the road, "Damaged I" by Black Flag playing). Before this, it seemed like they were both beginning to reform their ways.

Ideas w/ serial killer movie:
OPENING SCENE: First note of "Pink Noise (Rock me Amadeus)" rings out as we see a reasonably attractive, lanky, average height hitchhiker in the Arizona desert [Jack]. He has a guitar case on his back. Scene cuts to from inside a car, the driver a bit heavy but for the most part muscular. We see a different hitchhiker enter. Scene cuts to Jack getting in backseat of a car, pulling something out of his pocket. Scene cuts to second hitchhiker making conversation [inaudible] with the person who picked him up [Eddie]. As other instruments come in on pink noise, Jack slips guitar wire over the driver's head and strangles him with one hand, while deftly pulling the parking break with the other. Struggling continues. As vocals break in, scene cuts to Eddie. Eddie stabs his hitcher in the chest with a small knife pulled from pocket in door. Struggling, etc. Scene cuts to Jack awkwardly putting body in backseat. Scene cuts to Eddie cradling body easily, almost nurturingly  in his arms, setting it gingerly into trunk. As the music turns into electronic noise, screen goes black and the title [Jack & Eddie] pans in.

   Extra plot ideas/ lines: When they discover that they are both serial killers, the movie almost turns into a generic road-trip-finding-yourself movie (I'm talking to you, Ty)... (Just kidding).
Jack: You know my dad always had a saying, 'It's hard being "the dog" in this dog-eat-dog world...' [they both begin laughing hysterically]
EDDIE: What does that mean?
That would be a great yet horrible tagline to the movie. "It's hard being the dog in a dog-eat-dog world. God, from whence do I come up with these lines?

      Scene: Serial killers lying on the hood of the car, looking at the stars.
JACK: Y'know, my mom always told me never to go hitchhiking, because whoever would pick me up was just some deranged serial killer, but I figured I had better chances finding victims hitchhiking myself rather than picking up people, what with my charisma.
EDDIE: Whoa- dude, my mom told me the opposite, and I figured that if I wanted to kill anyone, then I'd have better chances picking them up!

Home movies- season two closing theme (to talk over)
Blinded by the Light - Manfred Man
Funny Bunny - the pillows
After Hours - Velvet Underground
Sugar Never Tasted so Good - White Stripes (Izzy was playing it earlier)
Where you'll Find me Now - Neutral Milk Hotel
Everybody's Gonna be Happy - The Kinks
I Want to Hold your Hand (I mean, why not?)
Nothing Left - The Buzzcocks
Spaceball Ricochet - T. Rex (I noticed that bolan's voice in the intro reminds me of Jason in Home Movies trying to do falsetto)
Reel Around the Fountain - The Smiths
Hang 'em High - Booker T. and the MG's (It's a soul version of spaghetti western music)
Gratitude - Beastie Boys
Account for What? - Black Flag (I was thinking, and hear me out on this, that someone should try to do jazz versions of some Black Flag instrumentals. It would be... different.)
People Gettin' Busy - Beck (this song is a piece of crap, but I am compelled to play it. I might lose some listeners.)

!As for the title of this bit, I just think it's a good phrase. Good title for a song. Anyway, what I wanted to talk about earlier today was about the cyborg unit movie, and how the final edit made me laugh so hard I cried, but by the time you read this, you'll have seen it. Unless you use dad's laptop. Unlikely. Anyway, what I really want to talk about now is... well... Idunno. I guess I could talk about the vocoder at Rhino's. It's one of those you-talk -into-it-your-voice-gets-electronic-sounding things. Hard to describe. It's awesome. The follies are going to be okay this year, but the only highschool band is the red-hand pirates. There is, of course, the regular paedophilefest as there has been for the past couple of years at the follies in which little girls essentially strip. But the strange thing is, this year, it's not to shitty rap, but to faux-country. Weird. The best thing that's not funny is Alex and his little niece Isabella doing "House of the rising sun." She, for a girl of her age, has a really good voice. It's the type of voice that you can hear potential in for when she's older. It's also sooo cute hearing a little girl singing about how she's "world weary". Interestingly enough, a little girl singing about how she was actually in a brothel is less paedophile-ish than what Jay's daughter (yes, she is a part of paedophilefest '07) is doing.  Also, there is a skit done by children who have discovered acid during third grade, and trust me, there is no other explanation. I couldn't have come up with anything so insane when I was at my most absurd, and that is telling. It Is Awesxome. [didn't originally intend the "x" in there but it makes a better point in the end]. They recite, for no apparent reason, "Jabberwocky", and as they recite it, the other character falls down for absolutely no reason. It's the only good performance art I know of.

I've been way into the buzzcocks lately, and their story is interesting. The two founding members (Pete Shelley and Howard Devoto) met at a tech college, sharing an interest in, not punk, but electronic music! They were both totally obsessed with Brian Eno and the Velvet Underground! If they hadn't gone to a Sex Pistols show, the buzzcocks would be like a british Kraftwerk. Well, maybe not that much. They were also (probably) the first punk band to start their own label, and the original drummer now fixes up and races VW Beetles. Another thing is, they are way more cute than they are punk a most of the time. Look up the lyrics to "You say you don't love me". It's really, and I mean really, hard to make a song so poppy and ridiculously good at the same time. Something funny, in a five-year-old way: I almost wrote poopy instead of poppy in the last sentence. tee-hee.

For Critical Comedy, we're supposed to write sketches and perform them in class. I'm in a team with Lilith (not quite my sense of humor), Abby (Moyshe's girlfriend, either insane or equipped with a sense of humor powerful enough to explain the fact that she's dating Moyshe, and obviously nothing like mine), Emma (...yeah. Oh well, it could be worse. She doesn't really participate, which is not to say that that's my example of what could be worse. just.. we don't need jokes about Pirates of the Caribbean or Star Wars in sketches randomly), and Roly (bullseye!). We have two sketches, one written by most of the group (Lilith, Abby, a tiny bit me, and then thoroughly edited by me to make it funny), and another written by Roly (hilarious, involves philosophy, but in a way people can understand). the one written by most of the group is a spoof on Man Vs. Wild (Dude Against Nature), in which I play Wolf Stanley. I accidentally eat hallucinogenic fruit, etc. Lilith and Abby wrote a mini-sketch as a commercial between Dude Against Nature. it's a cheesy erectile dysfunction medication commercial (oh how innuendous [and original] of them)! Anyway, Roly's sketch is about two guys doing laundry, one of which is very existential, and the other very literal and thinking about the present. the only problem is that it's not complete, and he says I should add a bit, but it's hard writing in characters other people have made and keeping them true to the original. especially because I don't know how to talk like a philosopher. The punchline at the end comes from nowhere, and I don't know if many people will get it, but that will only assist in my thinking that my sense of humor is just more sophisticated than theirs.
Here's Roly's Sketch:

    Jeffery:  Sometimes I wonder why it is we’re here.

    Wilkinson: It’s Wednesday, Jeff. Laundry night. Don’t you like Laundry night?

    Jeffery: …Oh. Yes, I do rather. It is such a fascinating world we live in. Perhaps the most interesting part is the people. There is such ambiguity in everything we do, isn’t there? Like this T-shirt. What do you think the artist had in mind when he or she designed the picture?

    Wilkinson: Well Jeff. That appears to be a picture of a man holding a taco. Underneath, you can see it says “Eat ‘Fred’s’ tacos”. You know, that place you eat at every Friday?

    Jeffery: Well, you have quite the keen sense of art, don’t you?

    (Pause)

    Wilkinson: Jeff, you seem to be acting a bit strange today.

    Jeff: And you in turn seem a bit, dare I say, frank this evening.

    Wilkinson:  You are perhaps suggesting that I am taking too literally your questions to pertain to everyday events?

    Jeff: Precisely. I would further note a rather analytical response to fairly existentially natured questions, if it would not be too brash of me to do so.

    Wilkinson: Well Jeff, my good fellow, I would relate that to my personal disinterest in the deeper side of things. You see, there is no benefit in asking yourself such questions, unless of course you consider wasting time beneficial.

    (Wilkinson chuckles, Jeff follows afterward.)

    Jeff: quite the jest you made there.

    (Pause)

    Jeff:  I wish to inform you on the notion of value. You see, there are many things to which we apparently can ascribe no definitive or comprehensible value. Unfortunately, however, it seems that this laundry machine has a rather strict sense of value, insisting that seventy-five cents be exchanged for it’s services.

    Wilkinson: Yet again Jeff, you are introducing abstract questions in order to describe something that we both already understand. Rather than place everything in a universal context, why not speak directly and just ask “can I borrow seventy-five cents?”.
    Jeff: And how could I do such a thing? Is it not telling that there is no item known as a ‘cent’? After all, it is ever too clear that a penny is not truly 1/100th of a dollar. Besides, I wanted mine washed with the scented soap that costs extra.

    Wilkinson: I should have known that you would want such things as scented soap. Especially when you’re in such a mood. I, however, do not need frivolous things like “scented soap” or “pondering”.

     Jeff: Scented soap and pondering have their value, although not fixed. I’m sure you value pondering a little, yes?…

    Wilkinson: (shrugs, shakes his head)

    (Pause)

    Wilkinson: Well, I guess I’ll let you do the rest on your own. I have some work to be doing.

    Jeff: Alrighty then Wilk. Just one more thing. Where should we hide the body?

    (Pause)

    Wilkinson: What is the meaning of my existence?

Last night at 8:20, I decided,"I'm going to sleep now." I am the person I was over the Summer, which was probably the last time I got ten hours of sleep. Right now, Jon (the math teacher) is playing very angry rap, Peaches, and Sexy Back. At 8:54 in the morning. I am a very happy person. I didn't need Sexyback, though. And Martin dancing is rather offputting. But not even that horror can stop my happiness.

A magical thing Just happened. I just downloaded two of the three tracks off a western harvest field by moonlight that I needed in less than five minutes. Well, It felt like less than five minutes. Mango (Vader Rocks!) reminds me of Architecture in Helsinki in the beginning of the song. The Avant-garde parts of Arch in Hels. Also, a voice that sounds like Four says something quietly in the background.
On another note, I found out I can do Stereo (just left & right) on Senor Beats.

Ty, you would not believe what we are watching right now. Well, you would, just- It's great. A video of us in 1994, doing one of your "productions" where "we" sing and dance. Like an ultra-primordial super duper dead in which I don't really participate. The interesting thing is, I think you wrote half the songs we sang. "We Love Teddy", "Goodbye", "Hello", and "We love Bubblegum" are clearly your greatest works put to music. Sorta show tune-y. It's incredible how cute we are, and how A.D.D.-ridden and I'm-going-to-lie-on-the-couch-now I am. It's funny, after ring around the rosies,. I just stand there and look at you for a second and then realize "-oh yeah. I fall down now." I mean- I don't actually say that. whatever. I think Just once, maybe more, we could do a show that would confuse everyone, in which we act like we were back then, and sing the old kid songs that we did. And we would sing as out of tune as possible. It would be awesome, not to mention very advanced.

I have The Drum machine! I have discovered that his name is Dr. Rhythm. Isn't that awesome? I've decided that his first name is Thaddeus. And, In a very you-ish manner, upon his arrival, I had to take a billion pics of him and upload them. Check them out! If I had some Aviators, I'd just essentially copy your pic with the xylophone. Does the xylophone have a name? I forget. It should, because constantly referring to it as "the xylophone" is sorta demeaning. It's like referring to a baby as "the child". I forget what Mr. Beats is from, but I've decided to call my Gameboy that, for the time being. On our albums, at the part where they list "Personnel" and their instruments, we should list our instruments as personnel. At least the major ones. I don't know what to name my berimbau. Not being able to use him doesn't help. Maybe it's a she... See?! I'd know these things if I could play Him/Her! But anyway, I haven't figured Dr. Rhythm out yet, and it's going to be a bit of a pain doing so. See ya at C-mas! What-what!

Ty! In American Century, we are supposed to do presentations on FDR, and I am in the group with Sarah, Izzy, Alec, Nick & Monica. We are going to do FDR the Musical. IT IS AWESOME. I'm writing the polio song. Very fun. Vacation in New Brunswick... Polio, Polio. Now life is no funswick... Polio, polio...  He can't use his legs any more, there is nothing left in store... for him. Or so he thinks.

Gena found this japanese ad for bowling that has some great engrish, the best part being, "breaking down the pins and get hot communication." I think we have to ue that in a song.

That's all.

Enough about me. How are you, you seventeen-year-old you?

I have to admit, I forgot about your radio show. I wish I had remembered, I was really depressed. Maybe it would have made me feel better.

Anyway. Yes.

I was thinking about the pronoun love song as I walked to school from Soma this morning. Lyrics like "You broke my heart, which is a quantifiable thing where you feel emotions. Then I was sad, but not any emotion more complex than that." It's supposed to sound awkward and not rhyme. It might be a bit too tongue and cheek, but I like it that way.

I think we should do "Why can't I touch it?" by the Buzzcocks, or maybe "I Believe". We could make them cute. I know I was thinking of something before, but can't think of it now. Oh well. It was something i wanted to do acoustic, with an acoustic bass and xylophone and maybe acoustic guitar, but you'll porbably have none of it. Did I just write "porbably"? Atrocious! Sentsational!
Anyway, I've been a bit depressed lately, and I'm bored and unsatisfied. Nothing to do but write. I did my self-portrait presentation for comedy class today and it was okay. Very disorganized, but hey, that's me. I sang two-headed boy, talked about stuff before thinking, ended up taking fifteen minutes of the class, but it was fine.
The mock election was today, and I didn't win. Devon as Kucinich won. It came down to her and Ron Paul Silas. I came in second in the primaries. Good to be over with it.

Um, this is so obvious, I don't know why I didn't think of this before. "We Are The Dead," by David Bowie, on Diamond Dogs. Duh. We must cover it.

Which is kind of funny, because Bowie took the title from 1984, and Welles took the phrase from a poem in In Flanders Field. So, we''l be taking it from Bowie, who took it from Welles, who took it from McCrae.

Um, yeah.

We should write a song called "This Is, In Fact, A Love Song." You know, like, not PIL's song.