And it’s great. We had Tin Hat tater tots last night. They were delicious. James and I just went to the sculpture park down by Elliott Bay, I’ll get pictures up soon. The weather here’s great, but the weather back East was good when I left, too. So everybody gets good weather. How’s the weather in Sweden, brl?

Tim told me to post a song that “reminds me of Seattle,” since he’s busy preparing to take a trip there. Since I am in Atlanta and am therefore separated from my external hard drive, I’m missing most of my music collection. Nevertheless, I found one, and whether or not this is what Tim was looking for, here’s song number 15 from “Every Song I Hate”:

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This version of the song made it onto a comp (I don’t remember which one). A properly recorded version of this song is on MLB’s one and only official release, the Josh Sings b/w Tim Sings 7″. This song began as a finger-picking experiment, or something, and I remember learning to play that version of it one of the many times I took the bus from Bellingham down to Seattle our first year of college. I like this one a lot.

We saw Benji recently in the area, and then the next day I found this song in my Inbox from Brandon. He adores this song (his words), and I agree that it is spectacular. Benji lives in Brooklyn now, and I hear that he’s releasing a new record sometime this spring.

The first time I heard Benji was also the first show we ever played, in Josh’s backyard in Richland, WA. We played under the name (gag) Accustomed to Failure, and it was fun. Benji, Kissing Book, and The Ninjas also played. Later that night, when someone asked, “Where’s Benji?” I heard someone reply (I think it was Andrew), “Downstairs, watching cable.”

I’ve been listening to Mastodon on Hype Machine all morning, and it’s mostly because something to break the monotony of soft, melodic and catchy music is necessary every now and then. Actually, I would argue that some of this heavy stuff is actually pretty catchy; nevermind that every third song listed on here is Crystal Skull, so it’s probably ingrained in my head by now, and also, I haven’t the slightest idea what they’re saying, like, at all, so there may be a subliminal effect here that could cause some odd behavior. On a related note, I just figured out my IA professor was singing, Blood & Thunder the other day.

Tomorrow we’ll probably back to normal. Bonus points to anyone that listens all the way through these songs to the coup de grace of the current search, Bladecatcher.

The full title of the song is actually “anyplace is like everyplace else/everyplace is like anyplace else,” which is a truly Modest Mouse-ian name for any song. And this will actually be the third time I’ve posted it, the first two times were in 2003, once in October and once in December. The song is good, still, and the natural reverb on the voice (from what was I think the newly built garage the P’s built at Ironton) is perfect. The move back to the dry voice is a little jarring, but the lyrics all make up for that, if only for the line about drinking beer on the back porch.

I’m out for the weekend; thank God Shake Shack is back open. It’s raining here now, which means short line. Have a good one.

Someone just sent this out to our listserv: LibrarianInBlack: Ten Reasons Librarians Should Use Ask.com Instead of Google, and I thought I should take a look to see a switch was worth considering, because I want to keep an open mind about these things.

The thing is, I tested every one of the ten reasons listed, and found most of them unconvincing.

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Here’s another one by Andrew K.’s first (?) band, 4th Grade Nothing. I’m not sure, but I think Andrew sings the verse. This is the song on the tape that most makes me think to myself, “Glossary” (when the chorus comes around).

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Incidentally, I’ll hopefully be seeing Glossary in April when they come through Denver.

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This is probably my favorite Harvey song, not only because I get mentioned directly (I wasn’t that punk in high school, but I appreciate the gesture) but also because it has some awesome harmonizing with Sister Whittington.

Here it comes! Directly at you!

Contains explicit language. I’ll kill you!

bmp started mailing me random songs we used to listen to, and there were a lot of them. While the variety is little, they are loaded with nostalgia. Since I missed posting yesterday, I’ll have two of them here for you today. Since these aren’t our songs, I’ll probably have to rotate them off the server as applicable. The first? The Godrays:

I’ve always loved these guys, and somehow, Glenn always manages to say this one line out of nowhere. That and he always says, “What is this, the Filipino New Year?” (from Mars Attacks, natch). This whole album is great; Josh and I covered one of the songs sometime, and we have it on minidisc somewhere. b, find that, will ya?

A few years back when I went on tour with 1985 and Goldstar we had a night off in Minnesota - - one of the Twin Cities, I don’t remember which, but Sebadoh was in town doing their first reunion tour thing. Labrynt and I went down to the club to catch them and ended up hearing the last two songs (and still paying for it). Lab and I both gave CDs to Lou Barlow; I don’t think he listened to mine (or he did and he hated it, natch), but Goldstar got invited to play a show with Lou in Bellingham when he went through there. Yay!

Anyways, Sebadoh holds some serious nostalgic cache for us as high schoolers — We all piled into Brandon’s minivan (I think) and headed to WSU to go see them play. I remember stopping at Subway, and Lou Barlow’s joke of the night, “Tomorrow, we head to a place that rhymes with noisy.”

That’s Boise, for you non-NorthWesterners.

Here’s a bunch of videos from Louis-Philippe Eno, the first two from Malajube, a band from Quebec (singing French of course):

And the last from Islands:

They’re all very Gondry-esque, and if his career path is any indication, we’ll see Eno films in the theaters someday.