the sum of all things

it was funny, because after i wrote that last entry, i listened to kill hannah's song "hummingbirds the size of bullets" (while ordering a new kh hoodie from their webstore, in a moment of inspired weakness -- i wore out my last one besides) and felt kind of like my chest was being crushed with a bulldozer. i've never been able to understand or comprehend the destructive power of that one song; it's so lo-fi and low quality, especially considering the considerably higher-budget gloss of kh's current material (if i remember my kh discography correctly, "hummingbirds" dates back to 1996), but there's something in its emptiness and desperation that just fucking ruins me every time.

conclusion: if kill hannah are my second moist, then to me, that song is their "believe me" (a song which, as i never fail to remind people, means so much to me that i got the opening bass notes inked under my skin permanently).

now, i don't care much for the besnard lakes or ratt, but this was a really cute concept. i think chart ought to try and do this sort of thing more often -- sure, the vast majority of musicians have an i.q. stunted at their maturity age level (which would somewhere around 15-17 years old), but the ones that can write can do it amazingly well. damn you, multi-talents!

another act down for the virgin festival. having done the industry side of things, i can only imagine the crazy panic that must be going down with the bookers right about now. (that said, i still can't believe the lineup for the festival has gotten this big. am i remembering last year wrong, or wasn't it only, like, ten acts in 2006?)

look, seriously, i love ian watkins. i really, really do. anybody who can win me over through a phone interview has definitely got some mad skills. (or, you know, not, since it's not like it's terribly difficult for a hot male musician with an accent to win me over)

sometimes i wish i could be a celeb scenester like this chick. she's not the new edie sedgwick but i'm kinda sorta fascinated by her life/fame(?) nonetheless. it also renews my desire to someday live in new york city. someday!

i went through these as a kid. according to my mother, i would wake up screaming all the time but wouldn't remember a thing about it in the morning. funny how i rarely have anything even resembling nightmares anymore.

in the same area of "linkage only i find amusing and relevant", here's a review for teeth, the film responsible for one of my old `bucks coworker's infamous quote about me: "i read about this film at sundance about a girl with a fanged vagina. it reminded me of you somehow." (even today, he still calls me "fangs" and "vagina teeth")

oh yeah, and i got my editors article in the newest issue of chart magazine. try to find the insanely obscure moist song reference in the sub-headline! (i throw those in there sometimes. i can't help it.)

now, tonight! i attend the closing night of the canadian national exhibition with buddy amanda (and possibly other buddies, but hers is the place i'm getting drunk at beforehand). i'm sure getting hammered on liquor and cheap beer before heading out to toronto's biggest fun fair isn't the best idea in the world, but the day my logic makes sense to anybody but myself will be a day of damn good ice skating in hell. i'm out.

[ music | interpol, "narc" ]