I had the Frankie Pantangelli and the Keira Knightly, chased with an order of fries fried in duck fat. Delicious. Tastes so good in your mouth.
There were a bunch of hipsters in line in front of me from Oakland. I asked them if Hot Doug's was going to be better than Top Dog. They scoffed at me, cranked up some Of Montreal music on the Ipods and scarfed their dogs. Sadly they were right on for laughing at me.
Hot Doug's is where the rainbow ends for hot dogs. Gold, gentleman. Pure gold worth waiting outside in the snow for. Mmmmm. Tastes so good.
Pitchfork indie rock seems to champion latte loving, metrosexual geeks In sweaters and Buddy Holly classes. But maybe on this trip I'll try to really appreciate Of Montreal or Death Cab for Cutie.
a year or two ago I d-loaded a few of those indie bands and did not get them at all. I opened my ears as wide as they would go, but all the sounds were so fey- I'm sure there are good bands that might loosely be categorized as "indie," but everything I heard sounded like auditions for gloryhole night at the Casbah
and it is here where we can probably come together on common ground. Indie in general just seems too self conscious to rock out in a stoned and drunk fuck it all type of way. And with out that, you might as well listen to jazz.
I don't need it to rock the fuck out, as by definition that music rebels against three chord attack- but too much affected emoting in the vocals, too much earnestness (it sounds like most of the guys went to the gay Eddie Vedder school of yearning) and too much tinkling, thin sound that didn't provide much in the way of payoff. That's a brutally unfair generalization, but most of the bands I tried that were loosely categorized as 'indie rock' had most of those qualities.
But hey, I'd call Silkworm and Brother JT and even Dan Melchior something like indie rock and they sound nothing like what I'm whining about, so as always, neat categories are cul de sacs.
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I had the Frankie Pantangelli and the Keira Knightly, chased with an order of fries fried in duck fat. Delicious. Tastes so good in your mouth.
There were a bunch of hipsters in line in front of me from Oakland. I asked them if Hot Doug's was going to be better than Top Dog. They scoffed at me, cranked up some Of Montreal music on the Ipods and scarfed their dogs. Sadly they were right on for laughing at me.
Hot Doug's is where the rainbow ends for hot dogs. Gold, gentleman. Pure gold worth waiting outside in the snow for. Mmmmm. Tastes so good.
that pepper on the dog has come back to haunt me. Its 12 midnight and the heart burn is bad. Guzzling milk and antiacids.
I'm 40. Feel for me.
i heard about those duckfat fries. bring some back if you can.
reminds me of the time woodtavern guy made some popcorn using bacon fat instead of butter. the most unhealthy popcorn ever tasted like heaven.
Pitchfork just listed their top ten and I have heard of one- Portishead, which comes in at #2.
I will now return to my regularly scheduled program of Brother JT, Dexter, and Charlie Rich.
Oh, and of course the kiddie sounds of The Jungle Book.
"Look for the bear necessities..."
Pitchfork indie rock seems to champion latte loving, metrosexual geeks In sweaters and Buddy Holly classes. But maybe on this trip I'll try to really appreciate Of Montreal or Death Cab for Cutie.
a year or two ago I d-loaded a few of those indie bands and did not get them at all. I opened my ears as wide as they would go, but all the sounds were so fey- I'm sure there are good bands that might loosely be categorized as "indie," but everything I heard sounded like auditions for gloryhole night at the Casbah
and it is here where we can probably come together on common ground. Indie in general just seems too self conscious to rock out in a stoned and drunk fuck it all type of way. And with out that, you might as well listen to jazz.
I don't need it to rock the fuck out, as by definition that music rebels against three chord attack- but too much affected emoting in the vocals, too much earnestness (it sounds like most of the guys went to the gay Eddie Vedder school of yearning) and too much tinkling, thin sound that didn't provide much in the way of payoff. That's a brutally unfair generalization, but most of the bands I tried that were loosely categorized as 'indie rock' had most of those qualities.
But hey, I'd call Silkworm and Brother JT and even Dan Melchior something like indie rock and they sound nothing like what I'm whining about, so as always, neat categories are cul de sacs.
Anybody heard the new Metallica?
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