31.12.07

Goodbyear... No, forget that. How about, "How They Get There" as in the chocolate chips on my jawline.

It's December 31st 2007 here but it's already 2008 in cool places like New Zealand, Cambodia, Myanmar, the United Kingdom and the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. I think the new year is the weirdest thing. I always feel like, with the large group of family I usually gather with, we are going on some kind of journey that we are to never return from. But at midnight, the world doesn't end or anything and, like a million people have said before me, nothing changes at all. 2008 is going to be huge though. I'm probably going to lots of things like graduate, go to college, work jobs, get into the car accident I know is waiting for me around every corner. Hopefully I'll build some really great relationships and retain the ones I already have going. I don't expect to find myself or anything. Oh, I'm turning 18 and I'm scared for that. I don't like the looks of adulthood. So hopefully between now and April 16 I can do lots of young things. But maybe like some other people have said, nothing will change at all. I learned a lot this year, I don't see why it has to end. The learning doesn't have to stop I guess.

BUT: recent news...

There was a complication with my maxillofacial surgery. I developed what's called a dry socket, something really fun and exciting and it will make you feel delicious. It happens when the bloodclot from what was once your tooth falls out prematurely, leaving your jawbone exposed. Your jawbone becomes inflamed. What they had to do is squirt the hole with water and fill it with this ribbon soaked in medicine. So that's what happened! It's really kind of cool and the procedure was way easier than getting my third molar removed.

I am reading What is the What. I have been for awhile, but now I'm actually into it and it's really interesting. I eat up Dave Eggers. You can totally tell where he injected his own Eggernocity. He rules.

I've always loved Catherine Keener, but last night when I was watching Being John Malkovich I was just like, oh man let me in that. Kind of.



Anna and I saw Juno Friday. The soundtrack was awesome and the story was great. I'm trying to see it again though because my PK'd mind wasn't totally there. Anna is a very cool person.

27.12.07

Post-Op

I'm awake before everyone else. I don't like this.

First though, Christmas was nice, we had the family over and all of that. My cool cousin Morgan was here and it's neat to talk to him about all the shows he went to in Chicago. You just have to talk to him.

We got to the oral surgeon on time, I guess. The nurse came out and I pretended I wasn't Joe Gallagher which worked for about one second. I asked if my mom could come with me and she said that the room was too small. She started walking toward the back area whatever and I trailed behind, very very slowly. "I don't want to go in yet." I nervously put my hands in my sweatshirt pocket. When I did walk in, I washed my mouth out with some stuff and made them tell me what was gonna go down. Then I was like, no I don't want to lay down yet. Then I did and they put the mask on me and I took it off and made them let my mom come in. She did and I started to cry. A few minutes later, I laid back down. They put the mask back on and I tried to relax. The surgeon came in and was telling me he was going to put an I.V. in. "Have you seen
Trainspotting?" I asked, haha. He tied my arm off. Uncomfortable. He put it in, holy shit it didn't feel like anything. I still hate the fucking idea of it and I still fucking hate needles. So i think that was that. Until I woke up later to this beeping noise. I had one of those things on my finger and I took it off until the beeping became one long tone and a nurse came over and whined that I had to keep it on, it was measuring my heart-rate. Another came over and started to get me ready to leave. I gave her a high-five. Her name was Rebecca, I think. She walked me out to the lobby to meet my mom, then out to the car where I gave Rebecca a hug.



The rest of my afternoon consisted of:
Bloody rolls of gauze
Vanilla ice cream
Half-finished cups of water
Several naps
I <3 Huckabees
Lost in Translation
Dawson's Creek
Elliott Smith, that new Autumn de Wilde book.



This sucks.
To be honest I'm pissed at all the people that are seeing
Juno before me. I'm pretty sure I was the first person I know to hype that shit up. Whatever, it's cool, I'm gonna find my Vicodin now.

26.12.07

SCARED

WISDOM TEETH
godspeed, me.

22.12.07

Elerhino

I'm waiting for my two friends to come back from Wawa with special goodness and have decided to occupy myself.

I was just on xpn.org, looking up listener's choice album of the year for the eponymous station and it was...Sky Blue Sky, that dull Wilco number. Now, let me tell you why this was the most disappointing record of 2007. It's almost never when I write about something that made me feel negative, so think of this as an exercise.

Wilco are one of my favorite bands. Ever. Or they used to be. I'm not so sure anymore. In 2004, they took a turn for the fucking awesome and released A Ghost Is Born, my soundtrack to a hundred bus rides and at least as many long nights. It was noisy, subdued, chaotic, tuneful, beautiful and harsh over the course of 70 minutes. It was the best thing they had done - a louder step ahead of Yankee Hotel Foxtrot's quieter experimentation. So you'd think that a logical move would be to build on that exploratory momentum. Well, Jeff Tweedy went to rehab and no longer could his depression and drug addiction fuel his torturedly great songwriting. Kind of a good thing, but not so much. Sky Blue Sky, Ghost's much anticipated follow-up and possible sonic bretheren...that wasn't. The lyrics are irritatingly repetitive and mindless ("maybe the sun will shine today/the clouds will roll away..." obviously the product of some over-Xanaxed post-hop.) The guitar should have been inventive with the addition of free-jazz dude Nels Cline. It's not. Glen Kotche forgot how to play drums. The production is cold. The hooks are dull (try the endless iteration of "What Light".) In truth, it sounds like the Eagles. I fucking hate the Eagles (, man!) So, the new Wilco: unexciting, afraid and Eagles-esque. What, the, hell.

21.12.07

Guy I'd Go Gay For: Evan Dando

Tonight I did something I've been wanting to do since I was, I dunno, five maybe. The Lemonheads, the soundtrack to my growing up and the reason my soul still lives in the 1990s, were at the Trocadero tonight. So naturally, I was there. It was a gradual build-up, beginning in eighth grade when I saw head-Lemon Evan Dando solo, which was brilliant. Two years later, I saw former Lemonhead Juliana Hatfield opening for X. I told her how much I loved their harmonies. Anyway, they were in town tonight and blahblahblah like you know, I was there.

It could easily have been a bad night. Actually, on arrival, there was a mix of different things going on. There was the positive: I had won two tickets and they were playing
Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga over the PA; then, the negative: they fucking made a really dumbshit move and flipped the Troc upside down so the bottom floor was 21+ and the balcony was all-ages. I felt really cheated. Where were Sean Agnew and Ian Mackaye? What about punk rock? Whatever, I bitched it out of my system and sucked it up. It would be the first show I had to watch from that forsaken balcony since my first Guided by Voices show at age 11.

We made the best of it. The performance was great. Dando, Karl Alvarez and Bill Stevenson took the stage really nonchalantly. Evan mumbled some typically Dando-esque nonsense into the mic about the placement of his guitar pedals and I laughed. When they were finally able to pull it together and play, they emitted noise for a good two minutes before beginning "Hospital". I was gleeful. "Hospital" was unexpected, it was a really great gift, it contains lyrics about green leaves (in the midst of winter, some much needed springtime imagery)! So the set continued in this fashion with all of my old fucking favorites that I really actually love ("Great Big No," "Drug Buddy," "Tenderfoot," just ask me for a best-of mix, you will maybe get the idea,) and some new ones from last year's s/t and much needed reemergence that went over really well live.

It felt like I was seeing this rising new band, one with an olympic sized swimming pool's worth of potential and that was going to save something. Technically, they were a
new band (Alvarez and Stevenson backed Evan on s/t and this was their first tour together,) but only in one sense. So it kind of sucks that the original Lemonheads had a vat of potential and quickly squandered it away on crack cocaine and rough breakups. I feel kind of torn about their fanfare-less comeback, but mostly...I'm elated. The Lemonheads are back and excellent, it's just too bad people won't be coming out in droves to see a still-gorgeous Evan Dando croon happiness. He really is still fucking gorgeous, I'm not even going to try to hold back. Just look at him.



So begins my break. A fitting start, actually. I can't wait to sleep in tomorrow, but what follows won't be pretty. Christmas at the Country Butcher! We're really fucking busy. Whatever though, break is going to be good...right?

18.12.07

Tuesday Evening

Yesterday afternoon, around 4 o'clock:
I'm at the mall and people are screaming. It's the holiday season , but the screaming isn't the sound of consumers being trampled underfoot; the Jonas Brothers are here. You know them, kind of. You should at least know their name, but even if you don't, you know them. They're Hanson for those born after 1994. It's not really clear to me how exactly the Jonas Brothers became so famous. The brothers Nick, Joe and John, 15, 18 and 20, shopped their music around, put out a record (It's About Time, it's actually kinda fun,) ended up in a few commercials and eventually appeared in Zoey 101 and on the Disney Channel. So, like anything that winds up on either Nick or Disney these days, the kids ate it the fuck up (see: Drake Bell, Miley Cyrus [who the Jonases have the pleasure of touring with,] High School Musical et. al.)

So there are probably 1,000+ people, mainly girls between the ages of 10 and 17 and a smattering of parents, boyfriends and older brothers (like myself) packed before J.C. Penney, waiting for this cute little bundle of fame. It's fun. The Jonas Brothers are certainly using our after school homework-and-telly time liberally. They were set to come on at three, it's now sometime around four. They finally come out and the crowd erupts, screaming to rival that of the Hanson (more parallels) show I attended a few years before, with the same girls Mimi and Kelly G. They play and the sound sucks (wtf are they using for a PA?) girls are speaking in tongues and I cannot resist singing along to "Year 3000." Immediately after their last song, we run behind Boscov's in abandon to wait for them at their little caravan. It wasn't all that crowded yet, though there were 15 or so girls who opted to sit out the show in favor of waiting for the boys. The caravan is three black Suburbans and a white security SUV, presumably the mall's. It's just funny being out here. Some girls are holding signs (one, a clever letter using all their song titles and another, "Nick, we'll catch you if you trip!"). The Jonas Brothers finally step outside and immediately up into the middle Suburban with a quick wave. The oldest one is wearing goofy sunglasses. And that was that for the most part.

My first thoughts are these kids are too goofy looking to be swooned over. Whatever, so were Hanson upon their arrival. Kelly G made a good point: the brothers never really acknowledge us warmly or anything. Kelly G says that the Jonases were handed their fame by the Disney Channel whereas Hanson relied on their fans from the get-go. We think eventually the Jonases will end up in the spot Hanson are now: awesome cult-band. I just hope they don't go screwing it up with a Miley/Nick sex-tape and poor Joe succumbing to middle-child syndrome and drug-use. I'm pulling for them.

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So that was my yesterday afternoon with Mimi and Kelly, we had a really good time. I felt like the world's best big brother even though I don't feel too much bigger than Mimi.

Lately, I've been really paranoid about something. You know how most secretaries have enormous asses? If you didn't notice, get down to your school's office, quick and look at the overwhelmingly large parasites living on their lower-backs. Well that's probably a product of a lot of sitting down. I do my fair share of sitting down. Am I on my way to an enormous separate entity of an ass? Please ease my fears (or add to them) with your thoughts.

Things are good. :)




15.12.07

Winter Friday

When I have a good night, I tend to get really shaky. I dunno if it's the coffee and the water, contact or maybe that energy new-agers always talk about. It's probably the coffee, but I'm shaking and I had a good night. So do the two go hand in hand? Also, like usual, I'll probably be thinking about this good night for the next few days to come. Or maybe until the next good night. Good nights usually happen for the same general reasons, but particular events may differ greatly between them. So tonight: got home from work earlier than usual, changed, Anna arrived, we went to the movies and saw No Country For Old Men (my second time,) left and went to WaWa (where I purchased aforementioned coffee,) came back and I cooked while she watched Dawson's with Mimi. Dinner (just some tomatoes and linguini) was done and we watched Superbad extras. Mimi went to bed and Anna and I watched Superbad.

It was just totally lame that I wrote about every thing I did tonight in chronological order. But, it's a good night and everything changes. Tomorrow, it's likely I'll have a good early evening before shopping with Mimi and Robert. Good.

I'm struggling with this essay on free spirit. Like I know I am, but how do I talk about it? My singular point is I'm "interested" as opposed to interesting. The good thing is that still no guys have entered in Delaware (deadline is Monday) so I have pretty solid odds. I really hope to get into Temple.

So, the quarter-dozen of you who are reading this sometime, please tell me what you think of "Recokner," track seven on the new Radiohead album In Rainbows. It's definitely not getting enough attention, but those strings at the end make me want to get on my knees in order that I may be transported somewhere else

Goodnight

P.S. I hope you can get over how lame that was.
P.P.S. Next time you see me, punch me in the face if this at all evoked the roll of toilet paper that is The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

13.12.07

Hot Times, Cold Weather

It's taking awhile for me to get into my new blog...I'll get there eventually. For now:

So Apple just e-mailed me. "Give the gift of iPhone!" Now why would I do that? I wonder how many people are going to get that e-mail and say, "You know, that's a great idea. I'm going to get _____ an iPhone." Whatever, that's your bag!

I asked for a few things of my parents this Christmas. My "big" gift is this camera I'm really excited about getting:

28mm wide angle Leica lens and 16:9 aspect ratio, baby! I'm excited.

Speaking of things people want, Carrie Brownstein (ex-Sleater-Kinney) keeps this blog, Monitor Mix, and contributes to NPR now and then. She just did this little piece on Day-to-Day about "favorite things." I thought it was awesome and you can too if you listen to it here...

So far, this post has come off as kind of impersonal. To0 blog-y. Reeeeemix:

Mr. Menicucci, newspaper moderator and fan of me (lol) suggested I enter this scholarship contest, the Free Spirit awards. It's a really big deal and it's the only thing I've been focusing on since yesterday...besides the usual things I focus on. I have to write two essays: the first about why I want to be a journalist and the second about what makes me a free spirit. That second one is going to be rough, but I've been messing around with it and I think I'm in the right direction. The main idea is that I'm interested...as in that's what makes me me.

Lists
Reading:
Tender is the Night
What is the What
Anna Karenina
(soon, for Christmas break)
Watch Your Mouth

Listening:
Spank Rock
M.I.A.
Dizzee Rascal
Radiohead
Beirut

It doesn't really feel like Christmas, but that's OK too. Big plans wit' Anna!

10.12.07

Also

I had this really awesome weekend I forgot to tell you about, wherein I:
  • Saw The Golden Compass with Anna Friday night. She ended up hanging out into the early morning and we watched some of Pulp Fiction. A good/fun night.
  • Had a good day at work Saturday.
  • Spent a long time at the grocery store later that afternoon.
  • Watched my newly purchased Superbad DVD with some good folks: Alex, Trey, Mimi, Kelly G, Louis.
  • Sunday, I read and slept in and ran some errands.
Life looks promising and that's all I got for now.

9.12.07

Musing

Britt Daniel and I are obviously brothers. We both have weird front teeth. Specifically, one is larger than the other and sticks out a bit further. Take a look:

Year End (complete)

If someone tries to tell you that no longer is there good music, tell them they’re wrong. Tell them about 2007. Also, let them know it’s time to stop looking back because that’s not where music is headed, as evinced by most of the year’s best albums. I was told this year that, despite an industry in a state of flux without end, there is no better time to be a listener. With the divide between band and fan becoming nonexistent through the internet and the ease at which bands can now transcend both mainstream and underground, good music prevails and so do we. It was hard to pare 2007’s great run of releases down to ten and there are notable exclusions like the Arcade Fire and Feist but you get the gist with what’s here.

1. Spoon-Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga: Spoon are a band in the truest sense. You may think that’s painfully obvious (they make records and play instruments,) but with Britt Daniel and friends it’s a truth that needs to be revealed through listening to and experiencing their music. Daniel (vocals/guitar) is an obsessive and with every Spoon release, he seeks to create not just sound but a feeling. In this sense, Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga is the band’s greatest success. The ominous, sparse song structures and deeply emotive lyrics push the album through highs and lows like the ones you get in life. Each instrument fits like a puzzle-piece to another, eventually revealing the still life portrait that is the song. The musicianship here is tight and easily broken down where even the empty spaces between notes resonate just as much as a chaotic guitar solo or a piano chord. Personally, I found this album so good it was worth breaking up with a girl over. Judging by the personal nature of most of Britt Daniel’s words, I’m sure he would understand and that’s something to love about Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga-the music Spoon plays and the lyrics they sing feel important to both us and them. Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga is an exhibition of masterful experimental pop music and a perfect picture of the state music is in today.

2. M.I.A.-Kala: Since emerging in 2005 with the flawless Arular, M.I.A. has been the most revolutionary voice in music. She does more with a sequencer a bunch of harsh bedroom beats than we could ever hope from an American rapper/producer. This comes in part from her globetrotting sensibility. For Kala, she returned briefly to her native Sri Lanka before recording tracks in India, Africa and London. The result is an incendiary follow-up, a sort of CNN for international ghettos. To paraphrase Joe Strummer, this is a public service announcement with beats, straight out of the third world. Through her music, she creates for us a place barely holding onto infrastructure, sticky hot and where rebellion is a reality happening in the jungle outside the city walls. “$20” is the album’s centerpiece, boasting a big beat, slithering keyboard line and lyrics indicting everything from African dictatorships, Muslim extremism and Western materialism to the internet. “Paper Planes,” easily the best song of the year, is a gorgeous finale within which she idealizes a third world democracy where money has no place. This is what music should be: fiery, revolutionary, simple, fresh and beautiful.

3. LCD Soundsystem-Sound of Silver: The idea of a serious dance record is kind of strange, but James Murphy manages perfectly well on Sound of Silver. Over the course of nine songs, we are subjected to paranoia, darkness, loss and also great fun. That’s where Murphy’s talent lies, in making heady topics accessible through groove-friendly sounds and a fan’s knowledge of music and positive influence. It’s an album that’s easy to get lost in, evoking the feeling of a good day in the city. It’s also feels like the sound of Murphy looking back on everything he’s accomplished as a record label-head, producer, artist etc. There’s something here for everybody. Sound of Silver rewards with every listen; with every lyric a new revelation and every beat entrancing in some new way.

4. Kanye West-Graduation: “Feel good hit of the year!” Or so the poster would read were Graduation a movie instead of the most consistently awesome record of Kanye West’s career. It does play like the ups and downs of someone’s life: moments that evoke pride, ones that evoke anger, a little bit of reminiscence thrown in for good measure. He’s an artist that strives to push himself further through his production and otherwise. His “I don’t care but I do kind of care” attitude is appealing in the face of cockier, more self-assured popular hip-hop. Graduation is a legitimate artistic statement, one that suits West and the moment equally.

5. Eddie Vedder-Into the Wild OST: Love him or hate him, Eddie Vedder is around and people listen to him. If you’ve ever wondered what Pearl Jam would sound like if they hailed from Portland, Oregon and not Seattle, I guess you have your answer. Vedder strikes out on his own with this set of songs and succeeds. Not only is Into the Wild a good record, complete with rootsy-rockers and their more subdued counterparts (and a fair amount of social disillusionment throughout,) it’s the ideal accompaniment to the movie of same name. The album stands good on it’s own but becomes all the more complete upon seeing in the film…you won’t be able to stop listening in an effort to decode the actions of protagonist Chris McCandless. Vedder certainly gives his two cents; cultural pairing of the year, no doubt.

6. Los Campesinos!-Sticking Fingers Into Sockets: There’s something very appealing about a young bunch of Scots so willing to reveal their deepest feelings to an audience through song. That’s exactly what you get with Los Campesinos!’s very fun debut - youthful exuberance and a look at the overseas lives of people quite similar to you or I. They play it fast and simple; blissful pop-songs with dashes of violins and boy/girl harmonies. Their music is truly exciting, certainly inciting more than a few to get up and clean their room.

7. Radiohead-In Rainbows: Since 2004, we’ve been anxiously awaiting Radiohead’s return. Throughout the year, they teased, letting us know when the album was done and all the steps they had to take to get there, but there was no news of a release date or title. Suddenly, it was there, on there internet for whatever you thought it was worth. Fan or not, you had to give it to them because their little scheme got them a lot of publicity and a fair amount of web traffic. It feels like they’ve been working toward In Rainbows for the last ten years. It plays great through repeat listens, feeling familiar for Radiohead but adventurous when pitted against anyone else.

8. The White Stripes-Icky Thump: Sounding like a blast from the deep south of planet Mars, Jack and Meg White continue to get weirder over the course of 13 songs and at least twice as many noises elicited from the male White’s guitar. It’s a fun romp through innocence, Mexican backcountry and probably a few crossroads where some deals were made and a few stories swapped. It leaves you wondering, where do they get it? Two people can make quite a big noise.

9. Beirut-The Flying Cub Cup: Zach Condon, the primary force behind Beirut, probably could be called a more worldly Bob Dylan, but that’s a cop-out. Condon certainly is worldly, his music always brings you along on the same European backpacking trip he made in high school, but he’s so much more than a singer-songwriter. He’s more like a composer-filmmaker, writing intricately structured songs for an array of instruments (we hear trumpet, accordion, percussion, strings etc.) that take you places you only read about in Fitzgerald or Hemingway.

10. The Hives-The Black and White Album: See preceding page for review. (I wrote a review for the Hives record for this issue too, but I'm not going to put it here. Essentially: Rock n' Roll.)


-Joe Gallagher ‘08

Year End

So I had to build a new blog. When Google took over Blogger, they made everyone change their accounts to G-mail ones, so I registered for G-mail with an old e-mail account, long since dormant, and a password that I soon forgot. Trouble came last week when I logged out and Firefox wouldn't load all my shit for me...so after a week of waiting for an e-mail from Google support (to absolutely no avail,) I resurrected this dinosaur I made for not much of a reason in late-August. Cool. I'm kind of torn up about the whole thing, but whatever. Hahaha.

To the good stuff:

That time of year! Anyone who writes about music is/has been meticulously piecing together their list of the best records of the year. Here's mine, I'm in the process of writing all the content (it's going in the school paper,) so just the titles will have to do now.

1. Spoon-
Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga
2. M.I.A.-
Kala
3. LCD Soundsystem-
Sound of Silver
4. Kanye West-Graduation
5. Los Campesinos!-
Sticking Fingers Into Sockets E.P.
6. Eddie Vedder-
Into The Wild
7. Radiohead-
In Rainbows
8. The White Stripes-
Icky Thump
9. Beirut-
The Flying Cub Cup
10. The Hives-
The Black and White Album

I'm going to write up a 2007 playlist too, with, like:
Rihanna-"Umbrella"
Timbaland-"The Way I Are"
M.I.A.-"Paper Planes" (song of the year)
Jay-Z-"Blue Magic"
Los Campesinos-"Frontwards"
The White Stripes-"I'm Slowly Turning Into You"
Radiohead-"Reckoner"
...etc.

Talk to you!