The Skyline Network
Space and the City
Further Evidence My Father is Awesome
Mar 24th
I would estimate these pictures were taken around the same time.
Lee Can Change Your Hungerstrike
Mar 23rd
Serious h/t to Marcher for bringing the original to my attention.
IF YOU AREN’T INTO THE WOODEN BIRDS, PERHAPS YOU SHOULD CONSIDER LIMITING YOUR SANTANA INTAKE.
Aug 26th
Photo by Aubrey Edwards
For more than a decade, we’ve dug like Frederick the music and songwriting of Andrew Kenny. From the first time the needle hit the groves on the Diana Slowburner 7″ and all through the American Analog Set catalog, we’ve been fanboys extrordinaire (if you think that adr’s career GLORY DAYS highlight is anything other than the time Kiss Kiss Kill Kill opened up for AmAnSet, you either must believe the rumor than he moonlights as a backup singer for The Wallflowers or you have a rather inflated perspective of the artistry of Whirlwind Heat).
Back in July (TIME FLIES), we had the fortune to catch then in their Houston debut at Walter’s. We didn’t know what to expect (and, frankly, expected to be disappointed), but Kenny’s songwriting is as good as ever. We picked up a copy of their Magnolia LP, and have been soft-rockin it ever since. We won’t hazard a description this close to a lunch appointment, but suffice to say if you enjoyed the final releases of the AmAnSet catalog, you won’t die for want. Its a bit more percussive, with a kiss of country folk, but ever the maudlin-mitigating malange of even-keel melodic whisper of which Kenny is both Master and Blaster.
And today they have a video. HO-RAY. It’s as much a travelogue of their recent trek through Europe as anything, but it does reveal one key fact: WOODEN BIRDS PLAY THREEZ. I’m sold all over again. Have a watch.
Nice huh? That’s a slightly different (longer) version of the song that’s on the album. You can get all iMP3ish about it by downloading it here.
The Wooden Birds are currently on tour with the Great Lake Swimmers, and while they won’t be coming closer to the 713 than Norman, Oklahoma on this jaunt, perhaps they can get huge and then we can get them here to play a festival or block party or something. Party.
MONDAY
Aug 24th
#1 MOST HAPPY HOUR DELAYING INTERSECTION IN HOUSTON
This Intersection Is Trying To Break Your Heart
The corner of Westheimer and Dunlavy. We don’t care how good of time you made to Poison Girl, you are going to wait atleast three light cycles before you get to make it though this intersection. Some seriously MUST TURN crab trap is going to block the light for at least an entire cycle, whether you are on Westheimer or Dunlavy. So sit in tight and be sure you’ve got tunes on the stereo, cause if you’re listening to anything off the first three Spoon records you’re going to need at least two tracks.
#2 RINGO STARR’S PHOTOGRAPH
Nothing shocked us on our most recent party call me extreme Montrose East Reunification Committee trip to New York than the serious dearth of people unaware of the genius of the Ringo Star track Photograph. Our frustration was only compounded as a Saturday keg got floatier and the ingredients with which to grill became sparser on the ground than Diadadros at a Golden Axe show. To remedy, we felt it neccesary to climb onto a fire escape, assemble whatever sound projection equipment was within non-theft distance, and blare the golden oldie to as many Prospect Heights ears that could hear. The ever clutch DUG realized quickly that said fire escape was equipped with a bucket and pulley delivery system. He was equipped with an iPod containing Red Fang and a bottle of Jaeger. So was born DJ FIRE ESCAPADES.
#3 ARBY’S
WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE/FAST FOOD FRANCHISE?
#4 BARS IN THE G.O.O.F.
NJ’s. TA’s Cargo Club. Dutchman. Red Hawg. Red’s Country Place. Katty Korner. The Petrol Station. Lynn’s Longbranch Inn. Garden Oaks/Oak Forrest. What are you, Arby’s? What are you doing with your life?
#5 EGYPT VS. SIGUR ROS’ VID SPILUM ENDALAUST
We used to live in Cairo. Senior Year. Best Years Ever. We don’t know anyone in this video beyond the super brief shot of settledownbrown in the opening moments, but it’s such a beautiful blender of sound and vision and editing that we’re pretty sure we fucked our entire lives up by leaving and never returning, to say nothing of the fact that we’re the only assholes we know who speak Arabic and don’t do anything with it other than buy cigarettes when we’re loaded next door from Rudyard’s. It seriously made us cry out of beauty (but never pitty). Next time you look in the mirror and say WTF, remember atleast you didn’t blow it as hard as we did.
