If you care, and I know that you do, here is my preliminary list for the top albums of 2004. It was quite hard to pick, because most of my favorite music that I started to listening to this year was from the eary to mid nineties and things released at the end of 2004. So, here’s the crap. Check them out if you haven’t. Or I will burn them and send it to you. Whichever comes first.
Top albums of 2004
The Killers, Hot Fuss
The Thermals, Fuckin’ A
Damnwells, Bastard of the Beat
Scissor Sisters, s/t
Youur Enemies Friends, You Are being Videotaped
Action Action, Don’t Cut Your Hair to This Year’s Fashion
Sahara Hotnights, Kiss & Tell
Tilly and the Wall, Wild Like Children
Statistics, Leave Your Name
The Walkmen, Bows & Arrows
A.C. Newman, The Slow Wonder
Old 97’s, Drag it Up
Taking back Sunday, Where You Want to Be
The Fever, Red Bedroom
Phantom Planet, s/t
Rilo Kiley, More Adventerous
Other releases, like Le Tigre and the Blood Brothers, will most likely end up on there but they haven’t been released yet. Notice there is no crap like Franz Ferdinand, Wilco, etc., that will be on lots of lists.
As much as I have an umbilical cord attached to my laptop, sometimes non-technology can make me happy. I actually got a snail mail package from Corry, my partner in crime from the crazy halls of the NYU Med School Dean’s office. It totally made my week. That place is very stifling, formal, and poorly managed, and it kills me to see her in there suffering, when her talents and personality would be better used elsewhere. If you are in a band and need a superb merch girl, she is the one for the job. I swear. She writes, “I now have a paper bag permanently attached to my face to I can hyperventilate without having to stop typing.” So why is everyone I know as neurotic and stressed out as I am? This is a conundrum; do I influence the people I know and bring them down to my level of complete instability? Or do I just naturally gravitate towards people who are a bit more realistic about things and are a bit stressed out and pessimistic? Probably the second one. I firmly believe that anyone who is super cheery with rainbows and flowers is just fucking kidding themselves, and are well, pretty annoying. (The majority of res life professionals, I’m looking at you). So naturally, I wouldn’t align myself with them. Not that all of you, my dear friends, are negative depressing people. I think I associate with you because you are more realistic and can appreciate (aka put up with) my negativity. I am completely sucked into Angels in America. Although, I can only watch little bits and pieces at a time, because I want to savor it. Right now I want to pretend that it is a neverending show with different events happening at my disposal. Kind of like how I would only read about 20 pages of Geek Love at a time because I was so afraid I would finish it.
Gore takes time out from partying with Bon Jovi and speaking at third tier colleges to give advice on to how to take on Bush. Oh snap:
The biggest single difference between the debates this year and four years ago is that President Bush cannot simply make promises. He has a record. And I hope that voters will recall the last time Mr. Bush stood on stage for a presidential debate. If elected, he said, he would support allowing Americans to buy prescription drugs from Canada. He promised that his tax cuts would create millions of new jobs. He vowed to end partisan bickering in Washington. Above all, he pledged that if he put American troops into combat: "The force must be strong enough so that the mission can be accomplished. And the exit strategy needs to be well defined."
Comparing these grandiose promises to his failed record, it's enough to make anyone want to, well, sigh.
The saga of Ryan Adams' assholedom.
Erin, bored at work? Here's some crap:
What is your glam rock name? just call me Fuschia Dollz.
Pop star Mandy Moore is helping twins Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen realise their pop star dreams by helping them record a new album.Moore, one of the sisters' closest pals, has been encouraging the Olsens to record an album for years, and now she's planning on hitting the studio with them.
The singer has also roped in pal Adam Duritz, of Counting Crows, to help the twins record a few rock tracks after he stepped in to give Moore's music a rockier sound during her most recent recording sessions.
A nice spreadsheet of where I get most of my music. Now you can be like me.
Do the Barenaked Ladies need their own variety show? Me thinks not.
1. Voldemort Can't Stop the Rock!2. the Weasle
3. the Missing Arm of Viktor Krum
4. Fred and George
5. Keeping Secrets From Me
6. Cornelius Fudge is an Ass
7. Dumbledore's Army
8. These Dreams Are Dark
9. Stick it to Dolores
11. the Human Hosepipe
12. Luna Lovegood is OK
13. the Godfather: Part II
14. the Weapon
Erin, I can't believe it has come to this. Your dreams have come true! Good Charlotte Dolls. However, if you spend 85 bucks on this, I will never speak to you again. If you want, I'll take some old Ken dolls and put black capri pants and eyeliner on them for you.
An exerpt from Mo Rocca's new literary masterpience.
The Voice does a good discussion of the NYU student suicides and liability issues.
King of the Harry Potter double entendres:
BBuehring: i finished the harry potter game tonight. the patronum stag was AWESOME!BBuehring: i screamed out "BAD-ASSS!" when it shot out of my wand
The parental visit was a success. I only got bratty once, when my father insisted on rehanging a picture in my house because it was two inches off center. Now I see where the OCD comes from. You know how a lot of women are afraid of becoming their mother? I think I am going to become my father. In fact, I already am my father. A bitter impatient person who wants to chew off their own arm if they are stuck in traffic. And proud of it!
I showed them my office over in the residence hall area. It is a pretty nice office, with an nice view and new furniture, but it is no Wall Street exec suite. My parents and my brother are (were) teachers, so the world of office/cubicle life is foreign to them. So, it was quite endearing to see them gush over my office. And then I told them I had student workers working for me, and I had my own phone line, and they almost fell over. When they started exclaiming, “and…you get your own stapler!” I knew it was time to go to lunch. I still don’t think they understand what I do. Brandon, they saw your picture and thought you “looked like a nice guy”. Thought you’d want to know.
We also took a long walk in the state park. Being in the middle of nowhere freaks me out. I'd rather be on a city street with felons and batshit crazy people. I was expecting big procupines in red robes to show up. Well, hoping was more like it.
My father loves FoxNews. He watches that every night after three episodes of Law & Order. I decided to approach the topic, safely after he’d had his three cups of coffee. As I brought it up, my mother was waving her arms wildly mouthing “stop, STOP”. It was ok. Turns out that he likes Bill O’Reilly for entertainment, and doesn’t necessarily agree with everything he says. And he says he watches FoxNews over anything else because it is “fun to watch.” Is that code for “I have a crush on Anne Coulter?”. At least my conscience is clear. I gave him the heads up that he may be turning right wing, but I did’t want to pick the scab more. I will proceed with my plan when I go home in two weeks.
I started watching Angels in America, so I know I will be occupied this evening and throughout the night.
Lately I have been posting random links because, quite frankly, nothing too exciting is going on. Hanging out with Paris and Nicky only happens twice a week, so you'll have to bear with me til then. I am taking the day off today to spend the morning with my parents and then try to get my life together, aka, open a bank account, get a new license, sign up for my pension plan, and get car insurance among other things. I really put these things off, thinking they will just take care of themselves. In my job, I am really organizied and am often up my staff's asses about getting things in on time and doing things exactly precise.
Listening to some good stuff lately: Neutral Milk Hotel, Camera Obscura, +/-, Regina Spektor. Finally got the new Animal Collective album, and it kinda blows.
Oh, and don't see The Forgotten. The whole movie was built up to a suprise ending which was not that interesting and quite cheesy. I was more mesmerized by Julianne Moore's pretty hair.
Eternal Sunshine comes out on Tuesday! Kate, Mark, and Elijah together. What a dream team.
The official site for I Heart Huckabees seems to be up and running. Pretty nifty. Can't wait to see it.
Hey, if you are ever going to go on Bill O'Reilly's show, here are some tips. Why am I obsessed with him lately?
The parents are here…
Check out a Death Cab for Cutie Mix of the Faint's "Call Call".
A cool plug in for itunes. I may try it, but I don't have time to deal with it right now.
Rilo Kiley are now big enough to hang out with the New York Times Style section. And I knew them back in the day!
So, an intersting next couple of days ahead. Trying to catch up on my dvd watching. I borrowed Angels in America from Brandon, and I still need to get cracking on Little House on the Prairie, Absolutely Fabulous, Reno 911! And Mr. Show. And I am reading a really good new memoir, Borderlines. I also want to check out Shaun of the Dead, The Forgotten, and Maria Full of Grace.
Plus, I need to clean my apartment from corner to corner because the ‘rents are coming to visit me. I have kept my place cleaner than most of my past apartments, but still I am self conscious and since my parents are obsessive compulsive and I get disowned if I put a cup down without a coaster in their house. I guess it is my first “big girl” apartment and I am excited for them to see that. Clearly, I have lived in other places by myself, but looking back it was kind of sad. My apartment in Prospect Street in college was falling apart at the seams (the door would come off the hinges if you opened it), my first studio apartment in DC should have been nice, but between me and my cat, it was knee deep in hair (gross, I know, but I am being honest). Then I moved to the halfway house aka Fairmont Street, which was almost discernable from the crackhouse next door. I lived in a tiny freezing basement that often flooded in a house full of fucking lunatics (some of them; love you Cara and Krista!). Then, even if I had the Fab 5 redo my apartment in Brooklyn, it would be no help because Willoughby was a shithole to begin with. My studio doubled as my office, my place to do schoolwork, so sleep, and to huddle in the fetal position in, so it was hard to cram that in into a single space. Then on to 26th street in NYC, which was just too small to not be cluttered. Plus, I was barely there, so I didn’t care much.
So, now I have arrived in my spacious, three bedroom grown up apartment. I actually have sofas! More than one! And my own washer and dryer! I did preserve one room that is meant to be messy. I have crap covering the walls and it is also doubling as my walk-in closet, so there are clothes and shoes everywhere. Plus all the papers I should look at but deny that they are there (insurance, bills, etc.) are just thrown in here in the desk. Needless to say, it is my favorite room in the house. Even over the living room, which is tastefully decorated with framed prints and throw pillows.
Sweet jesus, I hate Bill O'Reilly. That's the names of the site, and actually, I do.
Fiery Furnaces- My Dog
Have you seen the sculptures in the 14th st/8th ave station in New York? The small creatures crawling out of manholes? The artist has a new exhibition. Wish I could see it. Sigh.
Bill O'Reilly and John Stewart have a chit chat.
O'REILLY: What do you want the audience to get out of your discussion with Kerry? Just yucks, or anything else?
STEWART: First of all, I shall rarely refer to it as yucks, and I think you should reconsider.
O'REILLY: OK, I'm sorry about that arcane term.
STEWART: "Shnicks," we call it shnicks — shnicks and giggles.
O'REILLY: Thank you.
My life is complete. I just got the Little House on the Prairie Season 5 dvd. 'Member when the Ingalls move to the city? And when Mary starts a blind school? Awesome.