Showing posts with label you aren't fooling anyone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label you aren't fooling anyone. Show all posts

12.11.2007

Acting My Stone Age

Dang! It's been like mixtape central around here or something. I got Dance, White People! Dance! off to my wonderful Mixtapery peeps, and suddenly I get an irresistible hankering to give another mix away to readers of this very web - based - log (I call it a "webasdlog" for short. Sort of catchy, right? Remember to roll the "R"s!)! I must have lost my mind or something, giving this stuff away. For free, even!

Anyway, my loss of higher mental functions is your gain because I want to give you some musical yumminess for your ears. It is like delicious ice cream for your ears only it's music. For your ears. And you can't eat it. Just listen to it. Please don't eat it, no matter how delicious it sounds.

I have three - that's right! Three! - mixtapes up for grabs. To enter, simply leave me a comment. Now is your chance to show some comment love to the Big Red Robot. Your love is his food. Lurkers, you're welcome to step out of the shadows and comment, too. And take off that ridiculous hat and fake mustache. You aren't fooling anyone. We could totally see you hiding there, looking all nonchalant and stuff.

RULES! (Because without them society would fall apart, I don't care what Alan Moore and his crazy hippie wizard beard say.) You will receive one entry for each comment you leave, so the more you comment, the better your chances of getting the goodness in your mailbox.

The winner will be selected by the very scientific process of a neutral third party (preferably someone Swiss, though a Swede will do in a pinch) pulling a slip of paper out of an empty formula canister or a cowboy hat or the open mouth of a Venus Fly Trap or a bowl made from finest crystal or a tauntaun carcass... whatever is at hand. Most likely a formula canister, but who knows. If you're mixtape smells faintly like freshly carved tauntaun, you know why. You have been warned.

Saturday's post will be the last one eligible for the drawering. I will travel back in time using sophisticated tekmology™ full of squiggles and Kirby Krackle and open this up for any post this week, December 9th through the 15th. We clear?

Good.

Now, I don't want to toot my own horn or anything, but this is a pretty dang good mix. A really nice flow. In fact, it's all flow. Dude! Normally I have some sort of overarching theme, but this one was built entirely on transitions, so, yeah, pretty mind-blowing stuff. It's called (We Can't Stand Your) Modern Music and it features cuts from the following artists:

* Black Mountain
* Jonathan Richman
* The Walkmen
* The Breeders
* The Flaming Lips
* Ben Folds (some PG-language here: Mr. Folds drops an S-bomb or two, if you're concerned about that sort of thing. Earmuffs!)
* David Byrne
* Sloan
* Beck (it's another track from The Information. Can you tell that I love that album?)
* Wolf Parade
* Islands
* Suburban Kids With Biblical Names
* A.C. Newman
* Elliott Smith
* Violent Femmes

I'm pretty proud of this one, as I somehow managed to make a mixtape without a single track from Guided By Voices or Yo La Tengo! I'm sure the Indie Cool Squad will rough me up something fierce behind some record store or vegan waffle house or whatever the cool kids are into these days (with their baggy pants and their hop-hop music and their loud stereos and their Cross Colors clothing and whatnot! Hey! Stay off of my lawn!), but I live my life on the edge. Because I am living the thug life. Fo shizzle.

I'll post covers, etc. once the winners are announced. As usual, Candace is exempt because, well, she's getting one anyway because she's my special lady-friend. Anybody else though - it's fair game. It is on like unto Donkey Kong. Let's play some ball, internets!

10.01.2007

An Open Letter...

Dear Kohl's Department Store,

Admit it: you're really just Mervyn's with a different name. You're not fooling anyone. Seriously.

Sincerely,
Dylan