Herman Goering, at the Nuremburg Trials:

March 8, 2003 at 12:01 pm | blabbing.

“Why, of course people don’t want war. Why should some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece?

Naturally the common people don’t want war: neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But after all, it is the leaders of a country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship.

Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.”

Noise Pop: Day 5

March 2, 2003 at 10:01 pm | blabbing.

Day starts with movies over at ATA. A lame movie about a struggling punk band called “Range Life”. (Dir. Robert Trondson) While the movie looked good on film, it was sorely lacking in script and plot. Who has ever heard of a punk band, touring and putting out their own records that is not DIY? Major wholes. Yawn…. The next couple of shorts from Norway were great.(Gunnar Knutsen) 1-2-3- Forever and City City Bang Bang are great little twisted bits of fun.

The Pixies ( Gouge ) movie was great. Although what I realized later was that the entire movie does not contain one interview with Kim Deal… This seemed strange since out of all of them she came out of that band and actually did great stuff post-pixies. Not to say that Frank Black wasn’t great but “Pod” goes in my CD player alot more than “Los Angeles”.

Back at Bimbos for another night of fun. Colexico, Nicolai Dunger, Firecracker, Fujimoto. I liked Fujimoto. I thought that the harmonies were great along with the guitar playing, what I could have done without was the war rant about the middle east. I’m against the war like just about everybody in this town, but let your songs speak for themselves. Preaching to the choir gets kinda annoying, at least for the choir. Firecracker was a full out country band right from the Nashville song book. Little hint for you folks. Just because your shirt is not tucked in doesn’t mean that you are “Alterna Country” (What ever that means). These guys could have come right off the stage of the Country Music Awards. CCC (Cookie Cutter Country). Out of all of the bands I thought that Colexico had the most going for them and I would like to hear a record of theirs. What I will not do is spend $16 on a record at a show… If you are putting out your own records (ie. taking all the profits of sales) they need to be priced well at the shows. So I will wait til I find them in the used bin to check them out.

Noise Pop: Day 4

at 12:01 pm | blabbing.

Day 4 of the noise pop marathon was a boring night at Slims with Junior Panthers, Whysail Lane, Creeper Lagoon and Imperial Teen. No surpises. That was my mantra of the night. All bands were good, but that is it. They could all play well.. well maybe most could play well 😉 . It just seemed that the whole night was phoned in from the “I’m so alterna Phone booth”. Just because you learned some power cords, ripped off some Breeders records and wear a Girl Scout t-short with horn rimmed glasses doesn’t mean your good.

How about a little punk? Would it kill you?

Noise Pop: Day 3

March 1, 2003 at 12:01 pm | blabbing.

So for our 3rd night at Noise Pop we went to the Bimbos show with Camper Van Beethoven, Stratford 4, Built Like Alaska, and Hockey Night. It could have been Jesus, Muhammend and Buddha as the other people on the bill and I still would have been there for Camper Van. Having turned 21 after they broke up, I never got to see them in a club so this was a great treat for me. I was amazed at the breadth of their talent over those records. It just seem that alot of bands these days don’t have that much more going on than 3 cords and a little hip shake.

Funny ass article

at 12:01 pm | blabbing.

“Negative begets negative. Positive begets positive. War begets war, peace begets peace, Britney begets Christina begets N’Sync begets People magazine begets “Joe Millionaire” begets 10 million Prozac prescriptions begets a billion dumbed-down mind-sets, embittered souls. In a nutshell.”

Momford at sfgate.com

Noise Pop Day 2

February 27, 2003 at 12:01 pm | blabbing.

Wednesdays show at Bottom of the Hill was much awaited so that Alanna could get a Librarians record and we could see them go crazy.

The big story for me was The Rattlesnakes. This pure destruction and loving every minute of it. I have no idea what “The Pattern” was about. Here is a tip for them “Lose the cutsie attitude and make with the power cords”. As for “Dead Moon”, I don’t care if they invented the electric guitar ( which I think Les Paul did ) The Rattlesnakes wiped the floor with them. A good time was had by all and we came away with some new CDs.

Noise Pop Day 1

February 26, 2003 at 12:01 pm | blabbing.

Went to the first day of Noise Pop last night at Bimbos. After getting our tickets and downing a few around the corner at La Roccas we headed in to see how things were stacking up. We missed the first band but were told that we really didn’t miss much. The next band was Velveteen which was a surprise because they now have a bass player and they sounded great, if not a little childish when talking between songs. We decided to stay in the lounge and listen to Trackstar play and we caught up with our friend Mike Spears who also has a pass for all the shows. When it came time for Malcamus I was a bit underwelmed. I think he has a great voice but can over do it when it comes to arranging. I think he needs to get away from the idea that his voice needs to follow the music melody exactly and vice versa. Next stop the Librarians at Bottom of the Hill.

PBS Program about the war in Iraq

February 22, 2003 at 7:14 pm | blabbing.

Great Program on PBS about the war in Iraq

The weird part about the Frontline program that was on thursday night is the fact that it felt like history but it portrayed events all the way up to the week before it aired. ( I have it on tape and am lending it to friends, how they re-air it )

Is there a split in the white house between the doves and the hawks? How will this enormous shift in American foreign policy effect the next decade on the worlds stage? Pass the popcorn this is going to be good….

Email Order Confirmation from CD BABY

February 19, 2003 at 8:10 pm | blabbing.

Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.

A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure it was in the best possible condition before mailing.

Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that money can buy.

We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of Portland waved ‘Bon Voyage!’ to your package, on its way to you, in our private CD Baby jet on this day, Wednesday, February 19th.

I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did.
Your picture is on our wall as ‘Customer of the Year’. We’re all exhausted but can’t wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!!

Laugh or we kill the lobster

at 7:21 pm | blabbing.

This single phrase saved my sanity today. Feeling slightly depressed about
the state
of the world, my job, my life, the price of cookies and all things in
between. I decided to
take a walk around the block to see if I could cool down my grey matter. I
spotted this
phrase on the cover of the SF Weekly and I burst out laughing.

I smiled all the way to the coffee place and then got a discount on a muffin
from the
very nice coffee people. I even smiled at a old lady driving a car as she
got frustrated at missing
the light, and she smiled back.

It’s a fluke that the world got this far. We are the all singing all dancing
crap of the world.
There is no making sense of anything. Who wants a fig newton?