Dudes

Dudes. I guess this dudes/duders thing is kind of getting old.

I keep posting right when I order something, and I realized I'm just posting about buying stuff. I'll write more on music, that might happen.

I just got Cease to Begin on Monday, which is most excellent. The artwork is beautiful, and one of my favorite albums for a while. For some reason I've been liking the more country-ish songs like "Marry Song", that's my favorite, maybe next to general specific. I just now went to their myspace and learned Cease to Begin is now available at target stores, for a limited time only ... hello good buy. I also found out that both albums were produced by Phil Ek, the duder who produced uh, all of the Built to Spill albums as far as I know. You know this was a really good idea starting this because by buying records I post more, and I buy more records so I can post. It's a wonderful cycle.

Man, I just got up to go to the bathroom to fart and pee, and our bathroom has 2 urinals, one tall one and one short one. But I walked in and there was ONE dude in there, and HE WAS USING THE LITTLE URINAL. Of all the options! Just blew my mind, I avoid the small urinal at most costs, the splash back dude, the pee hits the back of the urinal and gets all over your pants, and at work!? I guess it's possible that someone was using the big urinal when he started peeing, and then he continued to pee while the other guy washed his hands and walked out without me seeing him. I don't know, he was still peeing for a little while after I started. I think he just chose that shit, what a weirdo.

Chalk Dinosaur is playing a show tonight at the Garfield Artworks with Farewell Flight, I really wish I could have played or at least been there. I've been officially been moved from the "Members" section of the myspace page to the "Guest Appearances" list, but at least I still have a nickname. Anyways, if you're in Pittsburgh and reading this (Which might be an impossible combination since Tommy is the only person who reads this, and he lives in California, and he also probably might not make it down this far in this stupid post) you should go to the show because even if you don't love John, Farewell Flight is good stuff. Listen to "On Standby".

Band of Horses - Cease to Begin

I just ordered this actually, I didn't even get it in the mail yet, but this is one of my favorite records as of late so I anxiously await it's arrival. Will write more about the record when it comes and I can listen to it and write about it.

I actually wanted to write about Labor Day weekend. My Uncle Kevin (My Dad's Brother in Law) called me on Friday afternoon and said he was going to be in Alexandria for the evening and that we should meet up. Kevin's maybe not bro-est of the bros but it's always good to see family. So I drove down to Alexandria at around 5:30pm and we met up, and it turned out to be a big family reunion/birthday party. Needless to say I was out of place. Anyways, I thanked god when we left that house and went up the street to Kevin's brother's house, we'll call him Dale. He was chatting about the limo he had in his driveway, and I thought he was joking, but when we showed up, there it was. I had some serious doubts about where this night was headed, but we had picked up some beers along the way so we headed inside.

I followed Kevin past the limo and through the front door where we were greeted by one of the oldest living men i've laid my eyes on, sunk into a lazyboy, 5 feet in front of a 60 inch projection TV, yelling some nonsense gibberish at his three dogs.Every inch of this house was covered with crap, anything, giant bird cages, they had a suit of armor. Again i'm seriously questioning the direction this night has taken.

He has two sons, Joe and Ed, who are 25 year old twins. One of them works an IT job and the other does landscaping, both live at home as far as I know. It turns out they are total broskis, and we start talking about music becuase they listen to good music and play. Finally, the night has taken a turn for the better. I guess this is where being pack rats is a good thing, they have an absolutely baller band room on the roof with all the goods and then a bar. So we made mudslides on the porch and proceed to jam into the night, exactly what I've wanted to do since I can't play with John anymore. After a most excellent jam session, we moved onto the roof and started drinking the last bits of laphroaig that are out there, talk for a while and then everyone hits the sack of hay.

The rest of the weekend was wonderful after getting over that first hurdle, I went to my uncle's riverhouse and rode boats and jetskis all day and came home Monday night. How Wonderful.