Portastatic/ Some Small History/ Lousy Penpal
This is because I'm lazy and hadn't sent several of my friends their much-overdue letters. But it's done, now!The Feelies/ Only Life/ Deep Fascination
Awesome. Glad that I can play this as a chart release!Kellarissa/ Flamingo/ Sun Song
Parenthetical Girls/ Entanglements/ Windmills of Your Mind
The best track on this CD, in my opinion.Karl Blau/ That's How I Got to Memphis/ That's How I Got to Memphis
I'm inappropriately addicted to this song.Karl Blau/ Nature's Got Away/ Make Love That Lasts
This CD is pretty good.Lake/ Oh, the Places We'll Go/ Blue Ocean Blue
More of the I-5 genre.Chad Van Gaalen/ Soft Airplane/ Bones of Man
Jay Crocker/ Below the Ocean Over/ Falling Out of Windows
1977/ 1977/ Daylight Comes
This woman is from Toronto and she makes ok indiepop.The Organ/ Thieves/ Oh What a Feeling
The Organ is back!The Anacortes StoryThis weekend, I spent 16 hours in Anacortes, WA. I travelled there by ferry and single-gear bike (no, not fixed gear, just broken 5-speed). I didn't see any local rockstars but I did see Parenthetical Girls. There were maybe 10 of us at the Department of Safety, besides people who live there/ operate the space/ were in bands playing that night. There were also 10-15 people from Zac Pennington's extended family. Needless to say, the presence of a drunk family of people wearing yellow-sleeved "Team Zac" shirts designed specially for this occasion made for a rowdy and, well, interesting show. Highlights included Zac's grandmother doing a song and dance routine which she apparently performs every Christmas. It involved lifting the knees and singing something I couldn't quite make out. Parenthetical Grrrls were great. I haven't been sure of what to make of the new album, but this show reminded me of why I liked the Grrrls to begin with. Other highlights of the trip included neither Cody nor I being ID'ed even though we are regularly asked for identification when buying liquor at home, where the drinking age is two years earlier. We also ate large burgers and passable fries, drank American beer, and visited the Donut House for some gigantic pieces of fried dough that we couldn't even think about finishing. After all that grease, it's almost a good thing we didn't get to partake of our motel's complimentary Dutch breakfast which, if their complimentary tea selection was any indication, was probably quite good. The reason why we weren't able to eat breakfast? We were biking to beat the sun to the ferry terminal.
Labels: radio, tripping, west coast
