What I Watched #1
Spending time in my watered-down children’s room in the hinterlands makes me browse solemnly through the dusty parts of my CD collection that was left behind when I moved to Berlin 5 years ago. While I never listen to CDs in Berlin (so Berlin is holding ransom all my cool and hip CDs), I do listen to CDs on my worn-out discman when I am here (highlights are Incubus, a Bob Dylan best of, CDs my sister left here, Justin Timberlake’s Justified and his second one (that opens with Sex Future Love Magic, siccckkk record) and some prrrreeetty awesome mix CDs that I burned for long bus rides / school trips).
Anyway. I was pretty much into the Dandy Warhols when I was 12-13-14-15-today, so when I stumbled upon that documentary about Brian Jonestown Massacre and the Dandy Warhols at like, 1 in the morning, slouched in my bed like a cripple because that what the advantages of an iPad are—-making you sit like a cripple in bed for 2 hours straight while you browse stereogum for articles you haven’t yet read—-so, yeah, I was game for dig!! It was a feast for my watered-down heart that is stuck in Mindy City. All of them come off as douchebags, and they do coke and shit all the time (that made my heart ache! Don’t do drugs! My semi-favorite band, snorting coke off dirty mirrors! Boys Better, shit all of …Come Down will never be the same! I am so naive!!!), but it was a good documentary that feeds into my prevalent 1990s nostalgia, my curiosity for Brian Jonestown Massacre Mascara, and, well, it made me return to 13 Tales of Urban Bohemia on my way to Penny Markt. I used to blast that motherfucker on my Discman on my way to school everyday when I was in 11th grade. Booyah. It’s Friday evening, and I am 27.
When I am not writing my dissertation, I type music in Garageband.
(I actually think this is a brilliant ringtone, so I want to be a ringtone composer when I grow up. D’uh. Other titles include: Rooftop Roofies, Beet, Beet Vocal, Bird on “The Wire,” or Reverbings)
Unable to fit on the school bus, [André the Giant] was driven to school by playwright Samuel Beckett, a neighbor.
Waiting for the tree in front of our house to block our view on the Rathaus. Seriously, last tree in the street not to be green and happy and leafy about April! What’s wrong with you? When I am back from the hinterland, I want no Rathaus Business in my living room, is that understood?Also, iPad post!!!!! Weeeehhhaaa, I feel so 2012.