Nicole wanted to watch SNL this past weekend. Once it was over, we both concluded it was a pretty bad idea. The only salvageable events were two or three sketches and The National.
According to The National’s website, I first saw them on my parent’s 26’th wedding anniversary, which was September 3’rd, 2003. At the Beachland Tavern. It was they first time they played in Cleveland. They played with Songs: Ohia and The Six Parts Seven. I was escorting a lady named Niki, if you can believe it. I remember making conversation with Jason Molina outside the Tavern before the show, not knowing who he was, but just talking to him because we were the only two people outside and then a scant few minutes later see him hop up onstage and perform a windswept set of Americana.
The National’s set was good. Good enough that I went and talked to Matt Berninger after their set. This was literally a day after their second album “Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers” came out. After speaking with Matt for a few minutes I realized he was a really nice fellow and mentioned to him my zine. I told him what we were all about and asked if I could do a feature on the band, through him. He liked this idea and grabbed me a CD of the new album to review as well. I will always hold a soft spot in my heart for him, as he referred to me as a journalist in a sincere way and I thought that was very nice of him being in reality I was just a 21 year old kid studying journalism and putting out a little zine that never had more than a 300 copy print run.
We ended up conversing quite a bit through email that winter and I wrote up a short feature on the band for what turned out to be the last issue of my zine.
Once The National started getting “big” and “critically acclaimed” a few years later, I was always happy for them. They are a hard working band and seem like decent fellows. However, I was never really able to fully get into them. They were/are great live, but the studio recordings never completely engaged me. They always have felt too restrained and lacking even some of the raw fury that they are capable of unleashing in a live setting. I think I bought the EP that came out in 2004, but after that, I lost touch with The National’s music but came to see their name more and more.
In retrospect, that whole show was full of music I can really enjoy in a live setting but not so much in my car or for passive listening. Occasionally I do still spin the Six Parts Seven EP I bought at that show… the only double 12” EP I own.
And I really do need to get “The Magnolia Electric Co.” on vinyl, as I did always like that album and I long ago sold the CD I bought at the show that night.
Anyhow, my friend Tyler recently posted this on Facebook: “I don’t connect with as many bands as I used to, but for some reason I feel like The National really appeal to the middle aged white collar secret office hipster demographic.”
I feel like he hit the nail on the head. I’ve been trying to figure out for a decade what it was about them that just didn’t click with me and it all makes sense now.
I suppose I just don’t like my indie rock high-brow or literary. I prefer it raucous and scruffy.
This just reminds me of the opening credits of a later season of Roseanne.
So, this morning, for the first time in a few weeks grandprix.com had an update about Schumacher, which I was thankful to have, as I still think about the dude a lot and wish he’d be OK, though he probably won’t be, even if he does ever wake up. Anyhow, while it didn’t give me great hope, it did say he was off a respirator and that he was still trying to be awoken.
“Schumacher’s close friends such as Jean Todt and Ross Brawn are alternating at his bedside and speaking to the great German in English, as they did during their ultra-successful Ferrari days.
The report said that during these visits, at which recordings of pit radio conversations and F1 engine sounds are played in order to stimulate his memories, the expression on Schumacher’s face sometimes changes.
And when the doctors are in the room, Schumacher reportedly often grimaces, or his arms move.”
Nobody likes doctors, apparently.
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Nobody can say I ain’t dedicated to making my old lady happy…
When Nicole was still on break from school in January, she decided to start getting The Gilmore Girls from the library and rewatching the series. I must have been around for season 5 because the menu music got into my head and I would just sing along to it in this ridiculous voice all the time.
One night we decided it’d be a hilarious ringtone and I tried doing it with the DVD but wasn’t happy with the overall quality. That’s the 4track recording basement rocker in me, I guess.
Even though it took me almost 2 months to actually do, tonight while she was out with her homie, after I got sick of doing the dishes, I went on YouTube, found the wormy song and made this amusingly stupid recording which Nicole may or may not end up as using as her ring tone.
Oh, the things we do for love…
Obviously I can’t sing, nor am I actually attempting to. You don’t get the full treatment unless you can see the crazy in my eyes whilst singing this…
For some reason I wanted to hear this one song I made years ago, however, I don’t know if I ever digitized it, as it was only a snipped of an idea…
So instead I listened to this thing that I made circa 2002. Specifically mixed for headphones.
I always called it my Avant-Garde Halloween song…
This was about as atmospheric as my 4track recordings ever got.
While the whole video is interesting, the 2-4 minute area are what I always found so mesmerizing about Skylab. It was so big and neat to see them flying around like Peter Pan.
Some asshole Italian buyer recently left this neutral feedback for me:
“Broken record and fixed by the seller in an apparent track one compromised”
I don’t even know what that means?! How can anybody, other than The Baby Jesus, fix a broken record?
One thing I can tell you is that I sure as hell can’t fix a broken record. And even if I could, I wouldn’t try selling it for $7.99!
The neutral feedback is the first notice of any kind that I got that they buyer had received anything other than exactly what they ordered.
I am 99.9% sure that the record got mangled during shipment and the Italian buyer knows this was no fault of mine, but wanted to “hurt” me in some way, so he left neutral feedback.
Over the 10 years that I’ve been selling vinyl online, whenever there is the rare problem with an item, be it the buyer feels I over-graded a record or the LP was damaged in transit… all they want is some kind of resolution and nine times out of ten will send you a message or email expressing their concern or dissatisfaction in hopes of working something out before resorting to the leaving of feedback good, bad, or indifferent.
This guy just left malicious, slanderous feedback with out attempting to even open any line of communication, which I find suspect.
Being that over 95% of my sales are of vinyl records, this feedback distresses me. While I know most of my vinyl collecting colleagues that make up the majority of my business will see through this bullshit feedback, I still feel it makes me look bad and even though I know I have done nothing wrong and have nothing to feel bad about as I do everything by the book, my feelings are still hurt and my day has been ruined.
This is my favorite episode of The Young Ones.
This will forever be my favorite show and has been since I was 5 years old.
Honestly, my folks shouldn’t have let me watch this, but I’m thankful they did.
The last time they did their laundry I was but 4 days old…
Route taken by Del Griffith and Neal Page in the film Planes, Trains and Automobiles.