this was very good: https://thehairpin.com/our-lady-of-sensuality-sarah-mclachlan-4e4be22c60e9#.926pjj2mp
― a self-reinforcing downward spiral of male-centric indie (katherine), Friday, 24 June 2016 19:32 (seven years ago) link
My mother listened to Loreena McKennitt’s The Book Of Secrets in our kitchen — that is, when I hadn’t pinched it to gorge myself on “Dante’s Prayer” and “The Highwayman."
always-borrowing-your-parents'-loreena-mckennitt-cds club represent
― who is extremely unqualified to review this pop album (BradNelson), Friday, 24 June 2016 19:57 (seven years ago) link
flashback to my own sexual-awakening-via-music-video
― dyl, Saturday, 25 June 2016 07:28 (seven years ago) link
This has been up for a while but I thought this was an excellent readhttp://thequietus.com/articles/20699-library-music-kpm
― ultros ultros-ghali, Saturday, 27 August 2016 14:13 (seven years ago) link
That Grandstand Theme sounds like The Grassroots "Sooner Or Later" or, more closer to (your) home The Motor's "Forget About You."
― Put Out More Flag Posts (James Redd and the Blecchs), Saturday, 27 August 2016 14:19 (seven years ago) link
AAargh, The Motors's
albinobone My black 2007 hub-capless Toyota Matrix has never sounded so scary as when I pull up to a red light with 'Funeral Dyke' playing on my iPhone. Don't be like that. We all do what we can. As a dad, my car is my rock club these days, and there are no bad shows when I drive to Canadian Tire for cat litter.
― map, Monday, 27 November 2017 15:59 (six years ago) link
i love bandcamp comments
― ToddBonzalez (BradNelson), Monday, 27 November 2017 16:37 (six years ago) link
not recent but i'm posting this anyway
Mr. Technique From The Ball Head Freaks – My Nissan, NissanOctober 26, 2010edited over 6 years ago If you have this but don't drive a Nissan, shame on you.
October 26, 2010edited over 6 years ago If you have this but don't drive a Nissan, shame on you.
― brimstead, Monday, 27 November 2017 17:03 (six years ago) link
Made a quick run to Casey's General Store for a can of Long Cut. On my way back, I pull up to a red light with Glycerine from Bush blasting in the background. My steering-wheel air guitar is rockin' the repeatable riffs with professional precision and complete accuracy of every single note. I look to my left as I come to a slow rolling stop to gander upon a crimson red Corvette. To my surprise, I see a made-up hottie behind the wheel with no need for an airbag. While setting up in my gun-metal gray Silverado perch, I continue to glaze over the car and just happen to notice that the hottie takes note of my presence. I decide to move on to the steering-wheel drum set only to realize that Glycerine has no drum-line. She continues to observe my brilliant performance as I make up a quick symbol dance with utter and absolute failure as the light turns green and she taps the gas. I perform my finale rock-fist pump knowing that I made someone smile (and quite possibly laugh) at my expense.
― Don’t yell ‘Judas!’ in a crowded theater (morrisp), Thursday, 9 January 2020 20:02 (four years ago) link
Ooft that's terrible
― or something, Thursday, 9 January 2020 21:12 (four years ago) link
wowwwww
― ingredience (map), Thursday, 9 January 2020 22:24 (four years ago) link
I can't remember enjoying a piece of music writing for the writing itself, in ages. This is so absolutely on point that the snap and sparkle of the prose is sheer delight.https://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/inxs-listen-like-thieves/(and I waited for this on the day of release like it was holy scripture, completely lost interest when they blew up after that)
― assert (MatthewK), Sunday, 18 October 2020 11:02 (three years ago) link