Hi guys. Sorry I’m posting so late today. Here’s a fall-ish mix. It’s a little on the dancy side, but way towards the hippy edge of the dancy side. If you’re not a hooker I suggest putting this mix on your mp3 playing device while you rake your lawn.
Sorry I’ve been so quiet this week. I’ve been busy reading this insanely long and totally weird and fascinating article about Lou Pearlman from the new Vanity Fair. And, um, watching Saint Etienne videos on Youtube. You know, lots of hard work.
That Vanity Fair article got me thinking about boy bands, though, and about how I never thought anybody in any of them was hot, not even a little, not even Justin Timberlake (although, really, that hair.) Actually Justin Timberlake didn’t really do much for me even after he cut his hair, until I saw the Steven Klein photos a few years ago. Not the bloody ones, although I really like those too, but, um, these ones where he was hanging out in like a ski lodge somewhere and eating cereal and stuff.* And I was all like “Awww, pretty man, I could totally eat you up! Also, the last *Nsync album is actually pretty good, especially that song about how shorty had you up against the wall.”
Of course, as much as I like Justin Timberlake and applaud his decision to release a new single off the album every four days for the last year, I still don’t want to sleep with him. Not even in fantasy-everybody’s-a-big-homo world. He’s just not my type.
But who is my type? Well, even when I was in high school and everybody in *Nsync and the Backstreet Boys was basically my age, my locker was filled with pictures of Alec Empire and Jarvis Cocker and Damon Albarn and Trent Reznor in that one video where I thought he was the hottest thing alive.
The only boy band member that got me even a little excited was Brian Littrell, and only because he looked a little bit like like a slightly cleaner Mark Wahlberg. Who knew that he’d grow up to be all pudgy and born-again?
So anyway. That’s my story. Boy bands aren’t hot. Even when I was gay and sixteen I didn’t think boy bands were hot. Maybe if I were a creepy 300-pound blimp impresario I’d want to jump on them wearing only a towel, but as things stand right now I say no, no, no. They’re just too…. clean. And ridiculous. And the music is always so terrible. Like, if I were straight I’d probably totally want all of Girls Aloud because their songs are actually awesome (for the most part.) But manufactured boy music always blows. I don’t know why, exactly, but it does. And, if there’s one thing I’ve tried to make clear with this blog, bad music is just terrible for the libido.
(*And oh my God is it hard to find specific pictures of Justin Timberlake. I just spent like 20 minutes on it and couldn’t come up with any….)
Here’s this week’s special Columbus Day mixtape. Sixty minutes of music (on the dot!) to time this week’s incalls. What makes this week’s special? Well, um, you know. Stuff. Like a Pink Floyd cover. Some Italo disco. And proof that Plastic Bertrand had more than one awesome song. Yeah. As always, if you like the songs I recommend you get your hooking ass down to your local record store to buy the album.
(PS–Any of you in Providence, make sure you go to the HEALTH show this Saturday. It’s gonna be awesome.)
1. The Hoodoo Gurus, I Want You Back
2. The Lodger, Kicking Sand
3. Ned’s Atomic Dustbin, Grey Cell Green
4. The Hollies, Carrie-Anne
5. Bow Wow Wow, Fools Rush In
6. Dean Wareham, Hey You
7. Virna Lindt, Pillow Talk
8. Saint Etienne, London Belongs to Me
9. Stereo Total, Baby Revolution
10. Martha and the Muffins, Echos Beach
11. Eyesinweasel, Seven and Nine
12. British Sea Power, To Get To Sleep
13. Belle & Sebastian, I Know Where The Summer Goes
14. Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark, Enola Gay
15. Magnetic Fields, I Can’t Touch You Anymore
16. Ladytron, I’m With The Pilots
17. Plastic Bertrand, Tout petit la planete
18. Black Box Recorder, French Rock and Roll
So, I wrote half of this blog entry before I had kind of a major realization: I’m totally a flake! I was writing on an on and on about this guy who I’ve totally jacked off to many times since like ’95 and I’ve barely seen anything he’s been in. And, somehow, I hadn’t realized this. Yes, Jeremy Piven, the wicked hot star of Entourage, has been in (according to imdb) 72 different things and I’ve barely seen any of them. And some of the ones I have seen I don’t actually remember him being in. What gives?
So, Monday night I didn’t go to bed. Well, I went to bed but I didn’t fall asleep. I read most of a photography book. And then I thought that maybe I could be a pretty good photographer after all.
And then last night I fell asleep more or less the second I got home. I didn’t even wake up when a Greyhound terminal in Pennsylvania called my house to say that they’d found my luggage. It was a wrong number, I haven’t been on a Greyhound bus in a few years. But then my roommate got home at midnight and that woke me up. And I couldn’t go back to sleep until about 4. And then my alarm started going off at 6:30. Yay.
Today’s going well though, if a little sluggishly. But at 3 I’m going to see Foxy MT Anderson read. (see below)
Okay, so maybe he’s not overly Foxy, but he’s an amazing amazing teen novelist and National Book Award winner. So, that oughtta be cool.
Here you go. Fifty-nine minutes and forty-seven seconds of music for this week’s incalls. Again, if you really like any of it, consider using some of your hard-earned money to head down to your local struggling record store and buy the albums.
1. Keren Ann, It’s All A Lie
2. The Choir Practice, Loose Lips
3. Super Furry Animals, Run-Away
4. Liars, What Would They Know
5. The Pastels, Million Years
6. Rick Astley, Never Gonna Give You Up
7. Aztec Camera, Pillar To Post
8. Bedouin Soundclash, 12.59 Lullaby
9. Verdelle Smith, Tar and Cement
10. VHS or Beta, Love In My Pocket
11. Nancy Sinatra, Day Tripper
12. The Bangles, All About You
13. Mark Ronson featuring Kasabian, LSF
14. Amanda Blank featuring MIA, Take It Easy
15. Jamelia, Beware of the Dog
16. Northern State, Mother May I
17. Kon Kan, I Beg Your Pardon
18. Fuzzbox, Console Me
