Stunned.
Wow! Still here!
CURRENTLY:
Shockingly, I'm unable to be anything but optimistic about this very site's survival!
SEE ALSO:
adamvoith.com
crizzle.posterous.com
twitter.com/decorporated
January 04, 2009
December 29, 2008
Twitter defined.
A friend's relative is trying to understand and clarify: "Okay, so let me see if I'm getting this: You're a bird, in a tree, and you're talking to other birds in trees??! I don't get this stuff!"
December 19, 2008
12 for 2008.
- In no particular order (though TTMOE is totally #1).
- Yes indeed I included bands I work for.
- The Tallest Man on Earth 'Shallow Grave'
- The Avett Brothers 'The Second Gleam'
- Black Mountain 'In the Future'
- Conor Oberst 'Conor Oberst'
- Vampire Weekend 'Vampire Weekend'
- Fleet Foxes 'Ragged Wood'
- Little Joy 'Little Joy'
- MGMT 'Oracular Spectacular'
- The Roadside Graves 'new album demo'
- Rodriguez 'Cold Fact' (re-issue)
- Sleepy Sun 'Embrace'
- TV on the Radio 'Dear Science,'
December 02, 2008
Leaving, but pulling self from digital mud.
Taking R and J to NYC with me for a few days, first visit for both of them.
Had one of the worst computer days ever today. The To Do List that I meant to tackle, that crucial Day Before a Long Trip To Do List, and it's not 10:53pm with not a single item scratched off, still messing with the machine trying to get everything back into it's right spot -- all cables, connections, and whateverthefucks in place.
November 20, 2008
Anti-Facebot.
I had a few good days getting started on Facebook, enjoying it but freaked out by it, which was kinda the same as enjoying it. Yesterday, some folks from my AIM buddy list started hitting me up, saying they were getting mysterious IMs from a Facebook Bot with my status updates and other stupid ramblings. Out of bounds! Overboard!
A good friend in Sweden was shocked (and probably offended) to get an invite to the site on my behalf via AIM. I said to him "Weird, I must have some virus." He replied: "No, you don't have a virus, you have a Facebook. Those are the same thing."
Tons of bricks fell on my head, and I deactivated my account that very minute. I think my Swedish friend is proud!
November 19, 2008
Scotch Tape sneaks demons into houses.
I knew I had a problem.
Years earlier, when I made an attempt at bringing Michael Jackson's Thriller into the house, the directive from mom was clear: "Get that out of my house! There are demons in there!" I wrinkled my forehead, confused. I flipped open the gatefold, opened the pocket where the record was tucked away, looking for glowing eyes. I found none, but no matter; I was marched back down the cul-de-sac to my buddy Steve's house, and made to return the LP I had borrowed just minutes before.
So in 1988, when I began to hear songs from Guns N' Roses on the radio and see their videos on MTV, I knew I would need a new plan of attack. This music was going far beyond the choreographed graveyard antics of MJ, and had no chance of making it past my parental censors. The artwork alone, in particular the robotic rape scene on the inner-sleeve, would have caused minor heart attacks in our kitchen.
I dug out a cassette from my pile of sanctioned listening. The Imperials had written my favorite song as a kid, a monster of a tune titled "The Trumpet of Jesus" (see reference video below), but it was time for me to move on. I popped out the tiny plastic tabs along the top of the tape's casing and skillfully applied small pieces of Scotch Tape to cover the exposed holes. This was a fine trick for a teenager doing pre-rebellion warm-ups, and a MacGyver-styled technique I was certain my mom and dad knew nothing about and could not detect.
Back at Steve's house, we dubbed Appetite for Destruction over The Imperials, and one would assume the devil and his demons danced and rejoiced!
(reference video: The Imperials "The Trumpet of Jesus" live)
