"screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place."

I have so many memories from between the ages of 14 and 16 pertaining to me doing the following things in some variation:

1.  Hanging out alone in my room for hours on end, listening to Louder Than Bombs on repeat.  Of particular interest were the tracks Asleep (duh), Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now (obviously), This Night Has Opened My Eyes, and....PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GET WHAT I WANT.  What teenagers did before Morrissey wrote that song, I have no idea.

2.  Thinking about what great friends (lovers) John Bender and I would be if only he were a real person, and not just the sexiest member of The Breakfast Club.

3.  Gazing deeply at the Ferris Bueller poster on my wall (still remains).

4.  Wondering why Molly Ringwald wouldn't just date Duckie.  They would have the greatest combined wardrobe ever.  Reason enough for me.

5.  Contemplating if I would/would not give my panties to Anthony Michael Hall, should he request them.

Thanks for the memories, John Hughes.

beauty:

some really rowdy sad kids cheering for an encore:

three degrees of psychedelic psychosis

1. Black Moth Super Rainbow - Eating Us - 2009.  I love this band so much, perhaps even irrationally so.  So much that I feel the need to say, IF YOU LIKE THIS MAYBE THINK ABOUT BUYING IT THEY ARE GOOD PEOPLE (I THINK).  Deep electronic grooves, titles like "Fields Are Breathing" and "Bubblegum Animals".  You get the idea.  Joyous stuff, a more gentle psychosis.

2.  Truman Peyote - Light-Lightning - 2009.  Frenetic, experimental psych-pop with lots o' fuzz.  I wouldn't advise against dancing around to "Firetime = Snowday".  Low to moderate psychosis, in a positive sort of way.

3.  Butthole Surfers - Rembrant Pussyhorese - 1986.  A truly experimental record.  Very psychedelic punk rock, and very very psychotic, like, the friends and family of members of the Butthole Surfers might have been worried about them when this record came out.  Gibby Haynes scared the shit out of me as a child.  Rightfully so.  Hope yr into strobe lights:

"some chick who had a bullet lodged in her ponytail..."

Last night I watched Slacker, one of my very favorite movies and had a new thought. You're not supposed to relate to the people in Slacker, right?

That's the whole point, it's a social critique about our over-educated generation of losers? Well, I see it more as an homage to my people. 

Because I honestly relate a tiny bit to every one of those weirdo characters. Madonna pap smear girl above (played by occasional Butthole Surfers

drummer Teresa Taylor) just might be my favorite.

nothing fuels a good flirtation like need and anger and desperation

When I was in ninth grade, I traded my "cool new friend" Jason Yamas a copy of Ben Kweller's recently released Sha Sha for a copy of Aimee Mann's recently released Lost In Space.  I turned him on to BK in a big way and he gave a fifteen year-old the perfect gift of a fearless and brutal female singer-songwriter.  The first time "Invisible Ink" came on I was totally frozen and anxiously waiting for the chorus, which finally and epically comes.  Thank you, Jason.

Enjoy.

Aimee Mann, Lost in Space, 2002.

a place far from me that my fingers can't reach

Akron/Family, s/t, 2005

quiet and creeping. freak folk made in outer-space. alone-time/lights out.

listen.

JENS LEKMAN HAS THE SWINE FLU?!?!

http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2009/06/jens_lekman_say.html#more

Way to give into fear politics, Jens.

RIP MJ!

Ben Gibbard plays "Thriller":

Belle & Sebastian play "Billie Jean" - listen to this terrible but happy live recording

"Scream" is just an amazing video, I remember when this came out. I watched far too much MTV as a child:

"Smooth Criminal" live. I once fell asleep to this song on repeat on my boom box. Deeply disturbing when I woke up circa 5 a.m.  Also, when I was little I thought he was just doing the lean on his own.  Why pop music can be great: