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Thursday, August 21, 2003

The Pitch: It's like The Collector meets Barton Fink!  

So, yeah, I'm on a tight deadline which, of course, means that it's a perfect time to update the blog. I've got the Fanboy Rampage to knock out and get to bed in time to rise at (groan!) 5:30 a.m. Poor Edi had to put up with me unhappily opening my eyes at 6:45 this morning, pissed off and resentful I couldn't sleep more--this is one reason why I've decided to try and sleep at home tonight, despite Jackie and Julian getting ready to go to Burning Man and likely pulling a noisy all-nighter--I just couldn't bear the thought of her putting up with an enraged Grouchasaurus two mornings in a row.

I know I have a tendency to go on about Emusic, but I'm super-pleased as punch because I'm listening to When Your Heartstrings Break by Beulah which I downloaded after someone gave it a good review on the message boards and it's great stuff: guys from the Elephant 6 collective doing gentle pop that reminds me a lot of Wilco's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot with a strong Neutral Milk Hotel vibe (also kind of reminds me of Grandaddy's Sumday which Chuck and I managed to play over and over on our cross-county drive until neither of us wanted to hear it again. I think Beulah might actually hold up a little better. And earlier in the day I was listening to the Piano Music of Philip Glass performed by Aleck Karis which was lovely and made me feel like I was stuck in the middle of The Hours--appropriate for a guy with a writing deadline.

And I haven't even touched the other stuff I downloaded recently--the new album by The Locust, this alt-country compilation from Sympathy for the Record Industry, a Gospel hip-hop album by Big Minista'. I've got an album by Orange Cake Mix loading up now and I'm pretty excited. For types like me who listen to 90% of their music while sitting at their computer (or on their wee digital player) I think, at least these days, that Emusic is a pretty great deal--like being able to walk into an obscure indy record shop (like good ol' People's Records in Arcata) and be able to walk out with any albums that catch my fancy. Deeply, deeply satisfying.

God, it's getting darker by the minute out there. I realy have got to get to the paid writing now. Too bad I can't just throw obscure band names at the column for 1500 words or so until it goes away. Sigh.

posted by Jeff Lester | 7:10 PM |
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