I have azaleas. And irises. And even my thyme is blooming. My chamomile is so cute. People I am so loving my yard. You know, when I can get out in it, which is difficult when every plant is just spooging all over it.
–Is it just me or is CSI getting weirder and better in its old age?
–More on the East Nashville Haint.
—John Lee Hooker with Muddy Waters’ band.
—How can a pig even be this tiny?!
–So, it turns out Jamie Oliver royally fucked over the kids whose obesity he was “fighting.”
1. The Butcher called to ask about the advisability of getting a Whitey’s Ice Cream t-shirt–if I thought folks would find it funny or aggressively obnoxious. I thought that, if the “ice cream” part is very clear, it’d be funny. And now, damn it, I am totally craving some Whitey’s Ice Cream. They do mail, but that does me no good right now.
2. Kleinheider! In the Memphis Flyer, which tickles me for all kinds of reasons. I think this is one of his best-written pieces.
3. I am in love with the idea of all public Tweets being in the Library of Congress. I totally want my nephew’s great grand children to be able to read, in my own words, about me. How awesome.
4. I thought the website they link to over at Creme was really interesting. It’s kind of shocking and makes me wonder at what point record labels are just giant PR machines and whether a person can’t do better making some other kinds of marketing arrangements. I don’t know. But I’m thinking about it.
5. Okay, this is kind of a weird thing, but you know, they edit me over at Pith now. And, yeah, I have not always been very nice about it. But something has happened. I don’t think it’s that I’ve become less of an asshole, but maybe? Ha, no, of course not. But here’s the thing. Whoever edits me is very funny (I think it’s either Jim Ridley or Jack Silverman) and so, I’ll write something, like this post on New York Bestiality Emails, and I’ll reread it before submitting it, and it’ll make me laugh. And then I send them an email and I say either “This must go up right away!!!” or “You know, for when you need to fill a spot,” and this post was one of those “Whenever” because, please, bestiality porn is forever. That’s why you don’t do it (aside from ethical concerns about consent, of course).
So, I wrote this a couple of days ago. It went up today. And there are a couple of things in the post that are hilarious that I didn’t write. Now, you, as an end user, don’t give a shit, I’m sure. But for me? Since I know I didn’t write them? And they made me laugh?
It’s like getting a private snarky note from a friend in a very public space. I don’t know how to explain it. I read the little tweaks and turns of phrase I know aren’t mine and it feels like a little private giggle between me and whoever edited it.
I kind of love it. No, no “kind of” about it. I really love it. It feels like a very strange sort of friendly intimacy. Like, here, in my words, where no one will notice, are some words just for me.
I don’t know. Like I said, it’s strange. But, since it’s strange, I thought I’d mention it.
I have it in my mind that this is coming out right about now. I don’t see anything on their website, but I do see that you can go listen to five songs off the album, so go listen to five songs off the album.
I said all I can think to say about my favorite song on the album, the title cut.
So, here’s what I want to say about the album. 1. I have it on my iPod and the Butcher has stolen my iPod on occasion specifically to listen to them. 2. If you like the kind of music you hear on Lightning 100 (here in Nashville, it’s our alternative station), you will like this album.
I like it, a lot. I thought The Joiners were significantly younger than me (early to mid 20s), but listening to this album, I feel like it was written by folks right my age. Not thematically, but stylistically, it has the sounds someone who spent a lot of time spinning the dial up and down through radio signals trying to find something worth listening to back in the 70s and 80s. The harmonies often are family car-ride style (I mean that as a deep compliment). And the lyrics are just a little smarter than you’d think they’d be. So, nice thing about songs reveal themselves after a couple of listens.
So, whenever it comes out, it’s worth a listen.
And that’s not just my opinion, but, dudes, the Butcher takes my iPod to listen to them. I might not have taste, but I think we can all agree that the Butcher does.
Tiny Cat Pants 