<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284</id><updated>2011-10-18T01:09:18.003-07:00</updated><category term='my girls'/><category term='this equals this'/><category term='animal collective'/><category term='Mika Miko'/><title type='text'>barbed cat penis</title><subtitle type='html'>music blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-1950388664682216892</id><published>2009-07-10T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:16:44.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mika Miko'/><title type='text'>Mika Miko</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dja2vl5V308/SlevHVug4dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y7DrxhL0CJg/s1600-h/Mikamiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dja2vl5V308/SlevHVug4dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y7DrxhL0CJg/s320/Mikamiko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356942822406676946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel uncool for having never heard of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mikamiko"&gt;Mika Miko&lt;/a&gt; until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like: 5 sisters who had a much older half brother who was really into Minor Threat and Operation Ivy in a big way. The much older half brother lived in the basement for a while instead of going to college. The 5 sisters all had a hereditary body odor problem and had no friends so they spent a lot of time with their older brother who also had no friends. By the time the girls reached high school they were already playing in bars where former Minor Threat and Operation Ivy fans went to drink. Before they reached college they played at SXSW and that's where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Virgin Suicides of the 2000's if they hadn't killed themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQ9GXY6oB8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQ9GXY6oB8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-1950388664682216892?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/1950388664682216892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=1950388664682216892' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/1950388664682216892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/1950388664682216892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2009/07/mika-miko.html' title='Mika Miko'/><author><name>Catherine Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eZAN7jU_v7M/TtqZadhnYNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZeJhLja0Pds/s220/Photo%2B19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dja2vl5V308/SlevHVug4dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y7DrxhL0CJg/s72-c/Mikamiko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-7190245315820817049</id><published>2009-05-05T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:06:34.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New "Hop Along, Queen Ansleis" song</title><content type='html'>Seems "really sweet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is on her &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/hopalongqueenansleis"&gt;MySpace page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure who reads this blog anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I removed the Statcounter and I feel that I don't link it anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-7190245315820817049?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/7190245315820817049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=7190245315820817049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/7190245315820817049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/7190245315820817049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-hop-along-queen-ansleis-song.html' title='New &quot;Hop Along, Queen Ansleis&quot; song'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-572352776474146893</id><published>2009-02-14T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:08:24.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal collective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my girls'/><title type='text'>Animal Collective</title><content type='html'>Their new album is called Merriweather Post Pavilion. Buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-572352776474146893?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/572352776474146893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=572352776474146893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/572352776474146893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/572352776474146893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2009/02/animal-collective.html' title='Animal Collective'/><author><name>Catherine Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SQNSeIn7txI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lRUhHYnqi_c/S220/Photo+86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-8264106384603970563</id><published>2009-01-16T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:10:37.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a 'the mystery books' interview</title><content type='html'>is &lt;a href="http://wearduringorangealert.blogspot.com/2009/01/band-of-week_16.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/themysterybooks"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;), 'If I am promoting something then I have something to do, otherwise I get into habits of sleeping for an entire day or just laying around and feeling bad. That is why I do things that I do. So that I have something to do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed in riley's former house once, or in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riley is in my next book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he would promote himself as in his next book, like tell people he is in the book and what pages he is on, or something like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-8264106384603970563?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/8264106384603970563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=8264106384603970563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/8264106384603970563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/8264106384603970563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2009/01/the-mystery-books-interview.html' title='a &apos;the mystery books&apos; interview'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-7832558087352405942</id><published>2009-01-12T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:57:43.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome Furs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Handsome Furs wake up in the same bed. They are married.&lt;br /&gt;'What time is it?' one of the Handsome Furs says.&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know,' the other Handsome Fur says.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, okay.'&lt;br /&gt;The Handsome Fur that said 'I don't know' feels a small amount of animosity radiating from the 'Oh, okay' Handsome Fur (which is faced away in the bed). The 'I don't know' Handsome Fur panics, not wanting the day to start off bad, and lead to an irrational, full-blown argument or something.&lt;br /&gt;'Maybe it's eleven,' the panicking Handsome Fur says. 'It looks like eleven. It's bright out.'&lt;br /&gt;The facing away Handsome Fur doesn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Handsome Furs go on a tour of Russia.  They decide to do a second album called 'Face Control' based on something or other while on tour. Sometimes they go into museums and look at things.&lt;br /&gt;At one of their Russian gigs, a Handsome Fur plugs the drum machine in wrong. At sound check the drum machine doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;'What's happening?' one of the Handsome Furs says.&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know,' the other one says.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, life is long and hard,' says the Handsome Fur who unwittingly plugged the drum machine in wrong.&lt;br /&gt;'What's that? It sounds familiar.'&lt;br /&gt;'It's a lyric from one of our songs.'&lt;br /&gt;'Right.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of the Handsome Furs wakes up, confused, and thinks it is in the Psychedelic&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Furs. It doesn't know much about the Psychedelic Furs so it looks them up on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychedelic_Furs"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. 'Richard Butler,' it thinks, looking at the computer screen. 'My name is Richard Butler.'&lt;br /&gt;In the practice room it starts playing the riff from the song 'Pretty in Pink'.&lt;br /&gt;'What are you doing?' the other Handsome Fur says.&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know' the confused Handsome Fur says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;'Lets have a bake sale,' says one of the Handsome Furs.&lt;br /&gt;'Okay,' says the other one.&lt;br /&gt;'What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a bake sale?'&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know.'&lt;br /&gt;They look up 'bakesale' and then 'bake sale' on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bake_sale"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They find out that it is a 'fundraising activity where baked goods such as doughnuts, cupcakes, and cookies, sometimes along with ethnic goods, are sold'.&lt;br /&gt;The bake sale takes a long time.&lt;br /&gt;The Handsome Furs become increasingly frustrated and bored by the slow progress of the bake sale.&lt;br /&gt;'We haven't updated our myspace,' they think. 'We could be uploading new pictures or songs or something. We could be playing a charity gig, instead, maybe. This is ridiculous. Oh god. What are we doing?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;external links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handsome_Furs"&gt;Handsome Furs wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/handsomefurs"&gt;Handsome Furs myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/results?search_query=handsome+furs&amp;amp;search_type=&amp;amp;aq=f"&gt;Handsome Furs youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-7832558087352405942?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/7832558087352405942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=7832558087352405942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/7832558087352405942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/7832558087352405942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2009/01/handsome-furs.html' title='Handsome Furs'/><author><name>chris killen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11394897452634164343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_z6ct1cbr02w/R2j5Gz_HpYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AfieqUpD2AM/S220/crested+norwich+canaries.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-8577299143797355781</id><published>2008-12-03T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:46:31.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okkervil River - 'The Latest Toughs'</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HACp2FkeDi4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HACp2FkeDi4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-0:09 seconds: i think i want to be in this band. i wish i was in a band. playing at an outdoor festival in the daytime in a suit would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;0:15: she knows all the words. i wish i knew all the words.&lt;br /&gt;0:31: Miranda July is playing tambourine for them.&lt;br /&gt;0:45-48: i could be that traffic cone, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;0:54: "Okkervil River are not as good as my vegetarian sandwich thing."&lt;br /&gt;1:13-17: i like how the cutaways to the crowd are usually to people who don't give a shit about the band playing.&lt;br /&gt;1:23: there is a 100-year-old man singing backing vocals for them.&lt;br /&gt;1:59: i would look dreadful in cowboy boots i think. i kind of wanted some for a bit, after watching 'Buffalo 66' but knew i would look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;2:09: you tube freezes at this point on my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-8577299143797355781?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/8577299143797355781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=8577299143797355781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/8577299143797355781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/8577299143797355781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/12/okkervil-river-latest-toughs.html' title='Okkervil River - &apos;The Latest Toughs&apos;'/><author><name>chris killen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11394897452634164343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_z6ct1cbr02w/R2j5Gz_HpYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AfieqUpD2AM/S220/crested+norwich+canaries.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-5285557816311205828</id><published>2008-11-02T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:17:17.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew Herbert &amp; WHY? &amp; a confession</title><content type='html'>Often it takes me a few listens to something for me to like it. I would estimate this is true for about a third of my music library. (Amon Tobin, Bjork, Buddy Holly, Casiotone ftpa., etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jonathan gave me &lt;a href="http://www.herbert-scale.com/"&gt;"Scale" by Matthew Herbert&lt;/a&gt; and I hated it so very much. It was too poppy, too produced, too sappy. It made me want to throw things at people who looked like they might enjoy such atrocities. Then I didn't delete it out of my itunes and a few months later I listened to it and it was suddenly good. Maybe I became a less interesting person in those months. I hope not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artnouveaumagazine.com/nov-dec/music-why.html"&gt;Brandon Gorrell Scott interviewed Yoni Wolf&lt;/a&gt; of WHY? and I listened to The Hollows &amp; Elephant Eyelash about three times today in response. I didn't like WHY? at first because I felt like their songs all had ADD. I wanted them to just make up their minds and stay in one mood for more than three seconds. Then the same thing happened that happened with the Matthew Herbert album. All of a sudden it just made sense and now I can listen to Elephant Eyelash about five times in a row before looking for something else to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two musicians that I have always bristled at and have finally given up on are John Coletrane and John Abercrombie and everyone else who sounds like them. I tried! I would listen to them about once a month for the past year and I could hardly ever get through a song. I just don't think I like Jazz. Maybe some jazz I like, but I don't know of any. I just deleted all the Coletrane and Abercrombie that a very smart, musically-minded friend loaded onto my computer last summer. I am some kind of jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-5285557816311205828?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/5285557816311205828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=5285557816311205828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/5285557816311205828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/5285557816311205828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/11/matthew-herbert-why-confession.html' title='Matthew Herbert &amp; WHY? &amp; a confession'/><author><name>Catherine Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SQNSeIn7txI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lRUhHYnqi_c/S220/Photo+86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-3806040976755307660</id><published>2008-10-26T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:26:28.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Fucking Hipsters</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;a href="http://www.fatwreck.com/band/index/90"&gt;Star Fucking Hipsters&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.punknews.org/bands/starfuckinghipsters"&gt;listen to their CD free&lt;/a&gt;) last night at &lt;a href="http://www.supremetradingny.com/"&gt;Supreme Trading&lt;/a&gt;. Stza seemed alert, or just normal, in the beginning and for the first few songs. They paused for about 5 minutes between songs due to technical problems I think. The audience seemed calm and nice. After a few songs Stza seemed "extremely wasted." I don't really remember him drinking alcohol that much. The other band members seemed alert. After about 5 songs Stza was lying on the stage on his back. At one point he stood and swung his guitar holding the neck at the audience. People seemed afraid yet appreciative. Some people didn't seem afraid at all. I was standing like 25 feet away and I thought the guitar would hit me in the face for some reason. For the last 6-7 songs he talked a lot between songs but could not be understood at all. He sat on the stage "bemoaning" that he was "wasted" at one point using his guitar for leverage for his upper body. At the end they played 3 Choking Victim songs, Stza played guitar and sang while "extremely wasted," it was "nearly incomprehensible." It was just Stza, "Frank," and the drummer for the Choking Victim songs which were "Money," "500 Channels," and "Infested." The sound person was in his 60's I think and he seemed "fatherly," I thought, toward Stza (I thought this just by looking at his face sometimes, he stayed in the sound part the entire time looking concerned or something). I have seen Leftover Crack or Choking Victim 8-12 times and have not seen Stza "wasted" to this degree. I thought back to previous concerts where political things were said by Stza and felt emotional in a good way, I think, thinking overall about life, a person's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-3806040976755307660?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/3806040976755307660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=3806040976755307660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/3806040976755307660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/3806040976755307660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-fucking-hipsters.html' title='Star Fucking Hipsters'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-447941363867431889</id><published>2008-10-21T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:36:36.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Make It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ifyoumakeit.com/"&gt;This site&lt;/a&gt; has many videos of bands I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.ifyoumakeit.com/video/defiance-ohio/hair-pool/"&gt;new Defiance, Ohio song&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://www.ifyoumakeit.com/video/lemuria/pants/"&gt;a Lemuria song&lt;/a&gt; I like. (I like the drummer's "stage presence.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://www.ifyoumakeit.com/video/best-friends-forever/handpocket/"&gt;Best Friends Forever at Death by Audio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-447941363867431889?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/447941363867431889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=447941363867431889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/447941363867431889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/447941363867431889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-make-it.html' title='If You Make It'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-2519970992247789003</id><published>2008-08-27T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:52:20.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neva Dinova - "Tripped," "Poison," "Get Back," "Spring Cleaning"</title><content type='html'>Here are my four favorite &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neva_Dinova"&gt;Neva Dinova&lt;/a&gt; songs (I think the last one is written or co-written or something by Bright Eyes), they are from "&lt;a href="http://www.crankthis.com/crc040.html"&gt;One Jug of Wine, Two Vessels&lt;/a&gt;," I listened to these songs a lot while writing some of "Bed," or like the first story in "Bed" or something. Later on I listened to these songs a lot, during other periods of my life. Today I still listen to these songs I guess "a lot," I guess "a lot" is still accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858524830"&gt;Here are lyrics&lt;/a&gt; to one of their more "nihilistic" songs, perhaps ("I hesitate, 'or something,' to use that word," "just kidding, I think, 'I feel confident using that word,'" I don't know), I played it one time on a mixed CD while being a personal assistant to an entrepreneur starting a business in his bedroom while we were working (yes, working without quotes; "I feel like I'm writing for Gawker or something right now") and he laughed and told me to turn it off, because "it is too depressing." He had inspirational quotes pasted along the tops of his walls to help him be focused on succeeding with his business. I liked him. He is in my second novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like all the lyrics to the songs pasted below, you should Google them if you want, if there's any interest. I also blogged about these songs &lt;a href="http://www.largeheartedboy.com/blog/archive/2006/12/book_notes_tao.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.largeheartedboy.com/blog/archive/2007/05/book_notes_tao_1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The songs are "Tripped," "Poison," "Get Back," "Spring Cleaning." When I listen to them I feel like I don't need friends and that eating food and drinking things like coconut water "really is enough" for me. I can imagine one day in the future listening to these songs and imagining having a pet hamster and no friends and being "really 'happy,'" quotes around happy because most of that happiness would be from having strong feelings of nostalgia for feeling severely depressed in the past, "it's complicated." &lt;a href="http://www.roxwel.com/artists/artistpage/Neva+Dinova.html?shash=37c4127acecb687d5ba5bb964703c922"&gt;Go here for more videos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TRIPPED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IiO4OggktRk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IiO4OggktRk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POISON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3UDfaVqUtw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3UDfaVqUtw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GET BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WO7nXOJR11g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WO7nXOJR11g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPRING CLEANING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j90sZYeOZfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j90sZYeOZfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-2519970992247789003?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/2519970992247789003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=2519970992247789003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2519970992247789003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2519970992247789003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/08/neva-dinova-tripped-poison-get-back.html' title='Neva Dinova - &quot;Tripped,&quot; &quot;Poison,&quot; &quot;Get Back,&quot; &quot;Spring Cleaning&quot;'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-4525728237958621254</id><published>2008-08-25T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:29:42.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this equals this'/><title type='text'>MUSIC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rafterroberts"&gt;Rafter&lt;/a&gt; is good.  I like Zzzzpenchant the best. I can listen to it when I'm writing without getting distracted or bored, but it's also good to listen to all by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Rafter's music was not music it would be carmelized walnuts. Or maybe those little debbie oatmeal pies that came wrapped in plastic but you never got in your lunch bag.&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-4525728237958621254?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/4525728237958621254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=4525728237958621254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/4525728237958621254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/4525728237958621254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/08/music.html' title='MUSIC.'/><author><name>Catherine Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SQNSeIn7txI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lRUhHYnqi_c/S220/Photo+86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-3218125131286934551</id><published>2008-07-07T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:46:56.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Vincent &amp; Marry Me Jane</title><content type='html'>I feel confused about &lt;a href="http://www.ilovestvincent.com/"&gt;St. Vincent&lt;/a&gt; sort of. The label she is on seems small, I don't know how famous she is. She seems very famous, I'm not sure. I listen to "Now, Now" and "The Apocalypse Song" a lot recently. She covered "These Days" by Jackson Browne. I think most people think "These Days" was originally by Nico. It is originally by Jackson Browne, according to Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commented on St. Vincent's blog. I have listened to this band called &lt;a href="http://marrymejane.com/"&gt;Marry Me Jane&lt;/a&gt; sometimes since middle school. Somehow a promo CD for their first CD was in my room. I did homework while listening to it a lot. I feel confused why I had homework that I couldn't finish in school in middle school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-3218125131286934551?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/3218125131286934551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=3218125131286934551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/3218125131286934551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/3218125131286934551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/07/st-vincent-marry-me-jane.html' title='St. Vincent &amp; Marry Me Jane'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-4645229317796580753</id><published>2008-07-07T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:35:41.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Books</title><content type='html'>I am always surprised when people haven't heard of &lt;a href="http://www.thebooksmusic.com/"&gt;The Books&lt;/a&gt;. Pretty much everyone that I like and value in the world enjoys The Books, and if they don't enjoy The Books, they haven't heard them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebooksmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Books&lt;/a&gt; make these strange sound-collage songs and I can't really say that they sound like anything else you may have heard, except the music gives you the same sensation you get in life's brief moments of clarity, those times when you don't care if you're broke or going to die or that the world is unfair in larger ways. When I listen to The Books I feel like I understand the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SHInVxImXZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wc8DFfbrAmE/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SHInVxImXZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wc8DFfbrAmE/s320/books.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220278172995968402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Books has two members: Nick Zammuto (L) and Paul de Jong (R). Paul looks like Chris Killen a little. They are Americans but they are on the German label Tomlab. Casiotone For The Painfully Alone, The Blow, Final Fantasy, Xiu Xiu, Islands and David Shirigly are all on Tomlab too.&lt;br /&gt;The Books's first album came out in 2000 and is called Thought For Food, the second is called The Lemon of Pink and the third is called Lost and Safe. On their website you can listen to every single track on their albums, in full, for free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-4645229317796580753?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/4645229317796580753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=4645229317796580753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/4645229317796580753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/4645229317796580753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/07/books.html' title='The Books'/><author><name>Catherine Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SQNSeIn7txI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lRUhHYnqi_c/S220/Photo+86.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SHInVxImXZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wc8DFfbrAmE/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-2002713588958522142</id><published>2008-07-03T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:32:25.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this equals this'/><title type='text'>If Crispin Glover in Rivers Edge was a song he would be...</title><content type='html'>Here's Crispin Glover in River's Edge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrFIezA6aJk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrFIezA6aJk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TF9NQ-VlS9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TF9NQ-VlS9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...equals this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULI5kolBpAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULI5kolBpAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, is you've seen River's Edge, you might be suprised by what Siskel &amp; Ebert thought of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6uQx6qXen4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6uQx6qXen4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-2002713588958522142?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/2002713588958522142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=2002713588958522142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2002713588958522142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2002713588958522142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-crispin-glover-in-rivers-edge-was.html' title='If Crispin Glover in Rivers Edge was a song he would be...'/><author><name>Catherine Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SQNSeIn7txI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lRUhHYnqi_c/S220/Photo+86.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-1126301682079974570</id><published>2008-06-27T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:35:41.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this equals this'/><title type='text'>a = b</title><content type='html'>This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/knAqvahPVuk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/knAqvahPVuk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equals this=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SGUMDjzaNGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EbdJkoIMTdY/s1600-h/Miranda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SGUMDjzaNGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EbdJkoIMTdY/s320/Miranda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216588998668596322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Especially if you changed the little boys to seuxally frustrated teenage lesbians.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cross media comparisons.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to write a book that would be compared to a dozen drunk ballerinas trying to preform swan lake on a subway train in the middle of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-1126301682079974570?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/1126301682079974570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=1126301682079974570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/1126301682079974570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/1126301682079974570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/06/b.html' title='a = b'/><author><name>Catherine Lacey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SQNSeIn7txI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lRUhHYnqi_c/S220/Photo+86.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wvgC0y9N1YI/SGUMDjzaNGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EbdJkoIMTdY/s72-c/Miranda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-2709509599700951214</id><published>2008-05-16T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T04:44:46.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i keep watching music videos at the moment; i liked these music videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.joeswanberg.com/runofftheroad.mov"&gt;miniature car, 'love', well-timed dominoes, miniature car&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gY8iy8S0S4w"&gt;'teen-angst', molly ringwold, dogs, 'corny' ending&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ohhqm0igbXE"&gt;dogs, domestic argument, car crash, dogs&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iLKkxi4epo"&gt;'crazy' man, miniature people, head as ice cream cone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-2709509599700951214?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/2709509599700951214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=2709509599700951214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2709509599700951214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2709509599700951214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-keep-watching-music-videos-at-moment.html' title='i keep watching music videos at the moment; i liked these music videos'/><author><name>chris killen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11394897452634164343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_z6ct1cbr02w/R2j5Gz_HpYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AfieqUpD2AM/S220/crested+norwich+canaries.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-2933795014961710414</id><published>2008-04-23T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:56:05.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discount</title><content type='html'>I like listening to &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=11903153"&gt;Discount&lt;/a&gt; when I feel happy. I think I like &lt;a href="http://interpunk.com/item.cfm?Item=95578&amp;"&gt;Half Fiction&lt;/a&gt; the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Discount_%28band%29"&gt;their wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. The girl is now in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Kills"&gt;The Kills&lt;/a&gt; which is a lot different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-2933795014961710414?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/2933795014961710414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=2933795014961710414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2933795014961710414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2933795014961710414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/04/discount.html' title='Discount'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-2088860945368846217</id><published>2008-04-09T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:53:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stupid Stupid Henchmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=8135807"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is their Myspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-2088860945368846217?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/2088860945368846217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=2088860945368846217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2088860945368846217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2088860945368846217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid-stupid-henchmen.html' title='The Stupid Stupid Henchmen'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-841362985016986394</id><published>2008-02-14T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:21:14.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>The song handpocket on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bestfriendsforeverandfriends"&gt;their Myspace page&lt;/a&gt; makes me feel very happy listening to it in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://www.ifyoumakeit.com/pix/band.php?id=61"&gt;their page&lt;/a&gt; on their record label's site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-841362985016986394?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/841362985016986394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=841362985016986394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/841362985016986394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/841362985016986394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-friends-forever.html' title='Best Friends Forever'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-1716976779442102087</id><published>2008-01-20T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:35:41.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Nosdam: a short tour</title><content type='html'>I have listened to Odd Nosdam for four years. I have listened to every one of his albums, I think. They are all perfect to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has over 5 solo albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's collaborated with a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he became popular when the first cloudDEAD album was released. cloudDEAD has two albums, one collaborative album, and one live album (that I know of). I'm pretty sure he produced all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to listen his album, 'le mix tape' repeatedly. I think, at one point, I listened to nothing but that album for around two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I was in Holland. I went to school in Holland for a year. I downloaded the album there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a three week 'tour' of Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember listening to the album at like 3 in the morning, on a train in the middle of some black and snowy plain, or going over a bridge that, when I looked down, I'd see a black river like 60 feet underneath the tracks and light blue snow everywhere, everything feeling bleak and silent and like death. Like infinite loss or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a compartment on the train. Two German kids were sleeping together, holding each other. A strange man in the corner of the compartment sat upright with a hat over his face, and I sat at the window, looking outside. I felt frightened and horrible. I felt like an earthworm. Or a violent praying mantis. I don't know what it was. But it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGL1Obp6C3A/R5PvMy9Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/bxggJMEcl1E/s1600-h/snow+train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGL1Obp6C3A/R5PvMy9Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/bxggJMEcl1E/s320/snow+train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157729001386118034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at some desolate station in the middle of Austria or Switzerland or something and it was freezing. The train shut down and the heaters turned off. No one moved, they were all asleep. I felt like I was the only one awake. It was really dark outside. The old train station was just a concrete platform with an old sign that I couldn't read. This happened a couple times. I was listening to Odd Nosdam the whole time. I think I never took my headphones off. Here is a song from that album that reminds me of this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/02-centipede__white-ftd.mp3"&gt;Odd Nosdam - Centipede White&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'le mix tape' is different from his other albums, though. The rest are less 'mellow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd Nosdam does strange things. In a couple of his albums, he has songs that are just long tones, with recordings of gang violence or fights or domestic disputes. I don't know how he got these. But the recordings sound like they come from someone's tape recorder. Like the person with the recorder was sitting on a couch and just watching the fight. You can hear women screaming or someone going insane. Like real loss of control. Humans losing control around each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the song I'm going to post below, at the end, you hear a black guy going totally crazy, saying 'NIGGA WHAT. I GOT SHIT TO DO, NIGGA WHAT. I GOT SHIT TO DO, NIGGA WHAT' and one time, when listening to that part, I became very afraid, and I realized the guy wasn't really saying anything, he was just blaring dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That what he was saying translated, in some animalistic sense, to 'I AM STRONG AND WILL KILL YOU AND YOU ARE WEAK AND I OWN YOU' or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something clicked when I had that thought, something about violence and humans and language. Something. Here's the song. It's on the album 'Burner'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/05-odd_nosdam-untitled_two-its.mp3"&gt;Odd Nosdam - Untitled Two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His most recent album, 'Level Live Wires', has none of that stuff. It's more 'musical' or something. I like it. I don't have much to say about it. I think, through all of his albums, the place where he's retained a certain 'style' is in his drums. I can usually recognize an Odd Nosdam song immediately when I hear the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post a song from this album because I only have .wma files from the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, here is a funny video with a song by Odd Nosdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpkO02ZZWh4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpkO02ZZWh4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd Nosdam is on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.anticon.com"&gt;anticon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-1716976779442102087?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/1716976779442102087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=1716976779442102087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/1716976779442102087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/1716976779442102087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/01/odd-nosdam-short-tour.html' title='Odd Nosdam: a short tour'/><author><name>brandon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZGL1Obp6C3A/R5PvMy9Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/bxggJMEcl1E/s72-c/snow+train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-6433126548364650339</id><published>2008-01-18T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:35:41.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur Russell - You Can Make Me Feel Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I like this song by Arthur Russell a lot. Arthur Russell sings and plays the cello on this song. I like how it is slow and sad-sounding, but also calm and detached. I like how he kind of 'blurs' the words when he sings, too. I typed the lyrics out of the booklet. It says that the song was made some time between 1986 and 1990.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/1/6/1684211/Arthur%20Russell%20-%20You%20Can%20Make%20Me%20Feel%20Bad.mp3"&gt;You Can Make Me Feel Bad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You can make me feel bad if you want to / I don't need those things you said I was / I can live on my own / There's a place for us in the real world / You can make me feel bad if you want to / You can make me feel bad / I don't need those things you said I want / I can live in my own / There's a place for us in the real world / You can make me feel bad if you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here is a picture of Arthur Russell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6ct1cbr02w/R5C7WT_HpuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KFvFai-fIVM/s1600-h/arthur.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6ct1cbr02w/R5C7WT_HpuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KFvFai-fIVM/s320/arthur.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156827565335750370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more about him &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Russell_%28musician%29"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-6433126548364650339?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/6433126548364650339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=6433126548364650339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/6433126548364650339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/6433126548364650339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/01/arthur-russell-you-can-make-me-feel-bad.html' title='Arthur Russell - You Can Make Me Feel Bad'/><author><name>chris killen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11394897452634164343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_z6ct1cbr02w/R2j5Gz_HpYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AfieqUpD2AM/S220/crested+norwich+canaries.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6ct1cbr02w/R5C7WT_HpuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KFvFai-fIVM/s72-c/arthur.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-4693642299260325694</id><published>2008-01-08T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:55:33.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blacktop Cadence</title><content type='html'>I have listened to Blacktop Cadence more hours than any other band maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have &lt;a href="http://www.noidearecords.com/bands/releases/blacktop_chemistry.php"&gt;one CD&lt;/a&gt; that came out in 1997 I think. They also have &lt;a href="http://www.deepelm.com/sum/367_sum.html"&gt;one song on this compilation&lt;/a&gt;. And one song on a No Idea Records compilation I can't find right now. These are all the songs they have released that I know of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one song online by them, it is "&lt;a href="http://www.noidearecords.com/mp3s/blacktop-lastnight.mp3"&gt;Last Night... After I Bought the Wine.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/fl/blacktopcadence/first.html"&gt;a website&lt;/a&gt;, last updated in 1999. The band is not "together" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel satisfied with the number of songs they released, with listening to these a lot of times instead of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The No Idea site says that CD was recorded in three days. The entire band to me sounds like a sad machine. The drums especially sound to me like a robot in a way that I like. If anyone wants more songs by them email me and I will email you another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-4693642299260325694?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/4693642299260325694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=4693642299260325694' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/4693642299260325694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/4693642299260325694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/01/blacktop-cadence.html' title='Blacktop Cadence'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-4453384788876703956</id><published>2008-01-07T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:18:34.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like the album 'My Red Scare' by Frankie Sparo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am listening to Frankie Sparo, to the album ‘My Red Scare’. It is maybe the 200&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; or 300&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; time I’ve listened to it. Maybe more. I have no idea. I’ve listened to it a lot of times, anyway, is what I’m saying. I was talking to a friend of mine (it was the same friend, actually, that suggested I listened to BARR on Christmas Eve – see BARR post below) and I’d given her this album as a Christmas present, I think, a couple of years ago, and I asked her if she liked it, if she listened to it much ... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She said something like, ‘Well, you know. I like it, but there’s only some times when I would feel like listening to it.’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t feel that way about Frankie Sparo. I think she was implying that it was music to listen to maybe if you felt depressed. I think I could listen to Frankie Sparo in any ‘emotional state’ and feel that it corresponded with how I was feeling. Maybe because I just like it so much, it already feels ‘part of me’ and so won’t change how I feel about anything. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HISTORY OF HOW I STARTED LISTENING TO THE ALBUM ‘MY RED SCARE’ BY FRANKIE SPARO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was working in a Virgin Megastore in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Vancouver&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:country-region&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I lent a person there some ‘English CDs’ (I can’t remember what I lent her; something by Hefner, maybe). She lent me some ‘Canadian CDs’ in return (a Destroyer album, something else, I think, and ‘My Red Scare’ by Frankie Sparo). It was a 'cultural exchange'. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HISTORY OF THE ALBUM ‘MY RED SCARE’ BY FRANKIE SPARO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Frankie Sparo sent a demo tape to &lt;a href="http://www.cstrecords.com/"&gt;Constellation Records&lt;/a&gt;. They liked it. They signed him to their label. He recorded an album for them (‘My Red Scare’). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHY I LIKE ‘MY RED SCARE’ BY FRANKIE SPARO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first time I heard this album, I thought: ‘If I could make music well, and somehow write good lyrics and put melodies and music to them, I would like to sound exactly like this’. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I only get that feeling sometimes, listening to music. I get it the most listening to Frankie Sparo. I feel like he is doing exactly what I would like to be doing. It makes me feel excited and at the same time calm and ‘in agreement’. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I find his lyrics funny; they are sad and often absurd. I think he writes good lyrics. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes they are very ‘dark’:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Photographs of motorcrashes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starring me—I pulled them from&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an incision in your throat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you were fast asleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(from ‘&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/1/6/1684211/01%20Bastard%20Heart.wma"&gt;Bastard Heart&lt;/a&gt;’)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes I just think they're funny:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Careful of the company you keep,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chemist tells me you've made friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I X-rayed myself and called the police.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(from ‘&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/1/6/1684211/10%20Here%20Comes%20the%20Future.wma"&gt;Here Comes the Future&lt;/a&gt;’)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Frankie Sparo sounds like he is ‘troubled’ by almost everything. He sounds worried, and sometimes weary, and he drags out his words very slowly over the songs. He is not hurrying. He sounds like he is tired of hurrying. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He sings a lot about staying inside; feeling tired of groups of people:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The out-of-doors was worrisome:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in accidents,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and panicked in my scarlet suit,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing sinister voices, but no voice came&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night that we stayed in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While you were a drowned policeman,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I romanced automatons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for you, shaking like a nervous wreck&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a frenzy at the discotheque.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what could you want&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no-eyebrow debutantes and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacuous boys in rooms filled with noise?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, throw your hands in the air,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wave 'em you just don't care.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not mingle with the vapid mob, dear,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night that we stayed in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(from ‘&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/1/6/1684211/11%20The%20Night%20That%20We%20Stayed%20In.wma"&gt;The Night That We Stayed In&lt;/a&gt;’)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My favourite Frankie Sparo song is called ‘&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/1/6/1684211/03%20Diminish%20Me%20NYC.wma"&gt;Diminish Me NYC&lt;/a&gt;’. This one is sarcastic-sounding. I like the terrifying drum noise at the end, especially. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here are the lyrics to it:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They were thinking of evolving;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were feeling glamourous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And itching from above, [calm an ocean],&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;la la la la, magnificent New York.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the pretty lights excited you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rush, it could not frighten you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to feel tall when everything is tall,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything is tall in magnificent in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am the occupant, occupying a souvenir-stand life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the haven of the Champion taxicab and I dilated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discard the cheap old life, the [job on] the bad time:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; from here. I made a motion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to go where they hit the action, la la la la.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. Magnificent &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like Frankie Sparo a lot. Whenever I meet someone new, and if we talk about music, I get excited and tell them about Frankie Sparo. I make them a CD, and then wait, and when they don't say anything about it I ask them if they listened to it, and they maybe say, 'Yeah, it was alright,' or they say, 'It wasn't really my thing,' so I'm writing this on here in the hope that someone who hasn't heard Frankie Sparo before will now listen to him and like him and feel as excited about him as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FOOTNOTES &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/novakagain"&gt;Frankie Sparo myspace page (he only has 3 friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frankie_Sparo"&gt;Frankie Sparo wikipedia page (not much on here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cstrecords.com/bands_frankiesparo.html"&gt;Frankie Sparo Constellation Records page (there are good photos of him in the 'images' bit)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dot-alt.com/sparo_int.html"&gt;Frankie Sparo interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sparo.inescapable.org/"&gt;Frankie Sparo lyrics page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-4453384788876703956?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/4453384788876703956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=4453384788876703956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/4453384788876703956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/4453384788876703956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-like-album-my-red-scare-by-frankie.html' title='I like the album &apos;My Red Scare&apos; by Frankie Sparo'/><author><name>chris killen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11394897452634164343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_z6ct1cbr02w/R2j5Gz_HpYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AfieqUpD2AM/S220/crested+norwich+canaries.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-945447564498776533</id><published>2008-01-02T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:41:51.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i found out about BARR recently</title><content type='html'>i was in a pub on christmas eve and my friend told me i would like this band. now i like this band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just put out this single:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Abp4eefCs5Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Abp4eefCs5Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the b-side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGGgj-keLPE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGGgj-keLPE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel excited listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can hear more of their songs and read a blog by &lt;a href="http://www.barrbarr.com/"&gt;going here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-945447564498776533?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/945447564498776533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=945447564498776533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/945447564498776533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/945447564498776533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-found-out-about-barr-recently.html' title='i found out about BARR recently'/><author><name>chris killen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11394897452634164343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_z6ct1cbr02w/R2j5Gz_HpYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AfieqUpD2AM/S220/crested+norwich+canaries.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-2281174222283544422</id><published>2007-12-20T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:08:20.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el-p - little johnny from the hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://store.definitivejux.net/store/artist_el_p.html"&gt;El-P&lt;/a&gt; is from New York. He lives there. He has created and maintained (and produced much of the work on) &lt;a href="http://definitivejux.net/ads-splash/index.html"&gt;Definitive Jux&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsure about El-P as a person. He seems very serious about things. I don't think he's capable of a high level of detachment or sarcasm. One time someone told me he started scratching his face off at a show, saying 'I'm going crazy!! I'm going crazy!!' and he was bleeding. This makes me a little afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely like his songs with lyrics. However, when he was in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Company_Flow"&gt;Company Flow&lt;/a&gt;, he made a really good beat CD called Little Johnny From the Hospital. The best one ever made, maybe. I will post songs and underneath them write what I think about when while I listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/Company%20Flow%20-%20Little%20Johnny%20From%20The%20Hospital%20-%2006%20-%20Workers%20Needed.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El-P - Workers Needed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking on the sidewalk downtown. I am underground actually. I am in a massive underground power plant shoveling coal into a train cart. Robot overseers shock me with laser guided tasers. I'm shocked in the forehead with a taser and the robot overseer is looking at me. I stand up and am shoveling more coal into the train cart. Everyone's in overalls. Above the underground, fat little children in their Sunday Clothes play around with high voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/Company%20Flow%20-%20Little%20Johnny%20From%20The%20Hospital%20-%2009%20-%20BMS%20Digital.mp3"&gt;El-P - 8MS Digi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a gigantic metal monster with a toast-shaped body. I am walking around downtown and really destroying things. Like going insane. I'm screaming a lot and the sound is like three million supernova explosions at point blank range repeatedly for 500 million years. There aren't any people around, I'm just destroying concrete buildings and dust is flying everywhere. Mostly I'm just annoyed with myself and hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/Company%20Flow%20-%20Little%20Johnny%20From%20The%20Hospital%20-%2011%20-%20Shadows%20Drown.mp3"&gt;El-P - Shadows Drown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a female praying mantis eating a male praying mantis' head and this is happening over and over until the song ends. I feel like swamp thing and want to be in a submarine while doing this. I sometimes feel it necessary to seek out a horrible underwater sea monster and fight it with a trident until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviews &lt;a href="http://www.filter-mag.com/index.php?id=13823&amp;amp;c=2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.urbansmarts.com/interviews/elp3.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Company_Flow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-2281174222283544422?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/2281174222283544422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=2281174222283544422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2281174222283544422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2281174222283544422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/el-p-little-johnny-from-hospital.html' title='el-p - little johnny from the hospital'/><author><name>brandon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-1372156172276706197</id><published>2007-12-17T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:12:34.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a physical sensation caused by the aesthetics of music (a mostly electronic post)</title><content type='html'>There's a physical sensation I feel when listening to certain parts of certain songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like my eyeballs vibrate a little, and a strange flash runs through my throat, the flash feels like adrenaline or something, I'm forced to swallow and the swallowing feels really good, my ears quiver a bit, my eyes close for a second, my breathing feels really good. This sensation lasts like two seconds, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/abeautifulplace"&gt;Boards of Canada&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="www.warprecords.com"&gt;Warp Records&lt;/a&gt;) that does this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/02%20Left%20Side%20Drive.mp3"&gt;Boards of Canada - Left Side Drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experience the feeling at 00:32. I'm not sure if saying this will ruin it for others. I don't care. One of the first times I listened to this song I was feeling emotional about a girl. It makes me feel like a peaceful idiot sometimes. Sometimes it makes me want to cry softly while walking on a sidewalk and having people notice me crying softly causing them to see beauty in incredible depression or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video by Boards of Canada called Dayvan Cowboy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrBZeWjGjl8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrBZeWjGjl8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this makes me feel really emotional.  I want to jump from outer space on to the planet. So bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following song by &lt;a href="http://www.doshfamily.com/"&gt;Dosh&lt;/a&gt; causes me the physical sensation. What is this sensation termed? Physioaesthetic experience? I don't know. It's like being really high on drugs for a short amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/01-dosh-naoise-ffs.mp3"&gt;Dosh - Naoise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience happens at 01:07 and can renew itself repeatedly (intense periods of euphoria) until about 01:35. Dosh teaches children how to play drums and, I think, is on &lt;a href="http://anticon.com/?js=yes"&gt;anticon&lt;/a&gt;. I talked to Dosh once. He wore a hat and a beard. He toured with &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/andrewbird"&gt;Andrew Bird&lt;/a&gt;, who I don't listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many songs on the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/13andgod"&gt;13 &amp;amp; God&lt;/a&gt; album (self titled) make me feel like I'm going to cry. I sometimes find it difficult to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/02%20Men%20of%20Station.wma"&gt;13 &amp;amp; God - Men of Station&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 &amp;amp; God is on anticon. The experience is at 00:31. The album is really good. The song I uploaded is melodramatic. It's a WMA, so you have to get iTunes to convert it. Windows Media Player and Winamp shouldn't have problems with the file. Sometimes I walk into objects when listening to this song and keep walking into the objects like a defective robot until the song ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-1372156172276706197?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/1372156172276706197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=1372156172276706197' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/1372156172276706197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/1372156172276706197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/physical-sensation-caused-by-aesthetics.html' title='a physical sensation caused by the aesthetics of music (a mostly electronic post)'/><author><name>brandon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-7370130180891739950</id><published>2007-12-10T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:55:48.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomb the Music Industry! &amp; Arrogant Sons of Bitches</title><content type='html'>Here are three songs by Bomb the Music Industry!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteunquoterecords.com/qur003/012.mp3"&gt;Future 86&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteunquoterecords.com/qur013/002.mp3"&gt;493 Ruth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteunquoterecords.com/qur003/006.mp3"&gt;Sweet Home Cananada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The main person in it, Jeff Rosenstock, was the main person in Arrogant Sons of Bitches. Here are &lt;a href="http://www.garageband.com/artist/asob"&gt;five songs by Arrogant Sons of Bitches&lt;/a&gt;. I listened to the second song a lot while riding a bike around my neighborhood in Florida like a year ago every night for something to do. I like how it makes me feel now. It makes me feel different. The song sounds different. I like the song. I don't know what else to type about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His record label now where he puts out his own music is free, the songs are on there for free. (He takes donations.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is 24 or something and has something like eight full-length albums out on two bands and a record label. Good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteunquoterecords.com/images/quote_unquote_info_on.jpg"&gt;Here is the link&lt;/a&gt; to the info page of his record label.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-7370130180891739950?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/7370130180891739950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=7370130180891739950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/7370130180891739950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/7370130180891739950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/bomb-music-industry-arrogant-sons-of.html' title='Bomb the Music Industry! &amp; Arrogant Sons of Bitches'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-5775632808729595022</id><published>2007-12-09T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:24:35.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Propagandhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mutual Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZMJsKbfSGQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZMJsKbfSGQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing remotely romantic about it. No hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic. So what was so goddamn important that I felt I had to shelve each and every one of my convictions? Secured and mutually reassured of our consistency. But your defense rejects what (you claim) you believe. Because what the fuck is so "sociable" about animal-confinement and torture, union busting, sexism and isn't strange how you don't call anymore?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About As Close to Emo As We'll Ever Get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbAfZbcZnuc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbAfZbcZnuc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid inside my room like a fucking coward (what? please kill me). The past eighteen months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. It was amazing, you finally got a rise out of me. I laughed, I cried (well I tried, but I laughed again). Who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend? It's so fucking stupid. I'm just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even x2). And I wonder what you really thought of me. An intimate friend? A loud-mouth jerk or just a novelty? This is not an apology, just therapy, cause as we all know (and apparently), I don't need anybody.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Less Talk, More Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0A23bLu8xM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0A23bLu8xM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song. And bring your stupidest friends along. We wrote this song cause it's fucking boring to keep spelling out the words that you keep ignoring. And your macho shit won't phase me now. It just makes us laugh. We got your cash, court jester take a bow. Cause did you know that when I was 9 I tried to fuck a friend of mine. He was 8, then I turned 10. 14 years later it happened again, with another friend. This time it was me on the receiving end. All the fists in the world can't save you now. If you dance to this, you drink to me. And my sexuality. With your hands down my pants by transitive property.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-5775632808729595022?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/5775632808729595022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=5775632808729595022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/5775632808729595022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/5775632808729595022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/about-as-close-to-emo-as-well-ever-get.html' title='Propagandhi'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-2367015018853750961</id><published>2007-12-06T22:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:39:52.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this severely-depressed ghetto version Rilo Kiley</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmXohgKLzQc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmXohgKLzQc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-2367015018853750961?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/2367015018853750961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=2367015018853750961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2367015018853750961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/2367015018853750961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-like-this-severely-depressed-ghetto.html' title='I like this severely-depressed ghetto version Rilo Kiley'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-5027298130727231755</id><published>2007-12-06T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:41:16.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intense Drumming</title><content type='html'>I think there was a 'genre' of punk music called 'skate-punk.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drummers in these bands all the did the thing where you use your heel and front of the foot to do a 'double' bass hit in one movement of the foot with one pedal. They did that to make it really fast and do a normal beat with two bass notes, a snare, one bass, a snare, etc. a lot faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This created intense drumming situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played drums in high school and remember going to a messageboard to look for bands that had intense drumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs I remember with the most intense drumming, that I found, were &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballads_from_the_Revolution"&gt;Ballads From the Revolution&lt;/a&gt; by Good Riddance (drummer was Sean Sellers; you can hear &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=shp3_Ve7cV0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suburban_Teenage_Wasteland_Blues"&gt;Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues&lt;/a&gt; by Strung Out (drummer was Jordan Burns, live example &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=wfDsfQ_4vhU"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, or see below, the youtube, I really like that song, I wish the mp3 was available online). And maybe &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoss_%28album%29"&gt;Hoss&lt;/a&gt; by Lagwagon (drummer was Derrick Plourde [&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derrick_Plourde"&gt;committed suicide&lt;/a&gt;]). All those CDs were 'engineered' by Ryan Greene, who seemed to have 'engineered' every CD during this time where the drummer did that fast beat using one pedal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two CDs by Good Riddance and Strung Out are intense to me, I like how the guitars and drums sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find mp3s. I can only find &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=tyoVAlaHKFU"&gt;this thing&lt;/a&gt; with a song off Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues. I like how the drums and guitar sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I typed this post. I know that this is probably only interesting to me because I spent time on it in high school. I really do know that. Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wfDsfQ_4vhU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wfDsfQ_4vhU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that song because it is intense and the lyrics don't repeat themselves and the song doesn't repeat itself. It has no chorus and isn't catchy but I can listen to it a lot of times. I like the lyrics. Yes, that applies to a lot of songs. I think people like songs based on other things except what they sound like. I really do. You meet someone and they like some kind of music, some people like some kind, other people another kind, they like the same books or something but different music. It depends on things that happened in society and who they talked to and what they listened to as a child and who told them what was good I think more than what something sounds like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-5027298130727231755?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/5027298130727231755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=5027298130727231755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/5027298130727231755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/5027298130727231755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/intense-drumming.html' title='Intense Drumming'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-3931568359950763073</id><published>2007-12-06T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:18:29.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cLOUDDEAD</title><content type='html'>I am going to type something. &lt;a href="http://www.bigdada.com/artist.php?id=45"&gt;cLOUDDEAD&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed it and found some webpages with cLOUDDEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure which label cLOUDDEAD is on. They've put out albums on both &lt;a href="http://mushrecords.com/"&gt;Mush&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bigdada.com/"&gt;Big Dada&lt;/a&gt;. All three members are now on anticon. I've already linked anticon in other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three members of cLOUDDEAD are Dose One, Why?, and Odd Nosdam. You can find links to these people from other links in this entry or by googling their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cLOUDDEAD is the best musical collaboration that has existed. Here's a song. It's from the album 'Ten'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/05%20-%20Son%20of%20a%20Gun.mp3"&gt;cLOUDDEAD - Sun of a Gun.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a term for what happens to me when they start screaming in the beginning. My ears quiver and my eyes kind of roll back in my head and I swallow and it feels extremely good to swallow. I think they are screaming out their angst for everything. Then they sing about Abraham Lincoln. Then Dose One is talking really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dose One is good. One time Dose One was in Spain and someone stole all of his things. My friend sent him a picture of me and Dose One drew it for 50$. My friend gave it to me for Christmas. Dose One drew my face and a human heart. My face was a human heart to Dose One.&lt;br /&gt;Here is another song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/06%20-%20Rifle%20Eyes.mp3"&gt;cLOUDDEAD - Rifle Eyes.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is about death and decay. It has a desert setting. Everything about this song is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have once again posted mp3's from my hard drive. I hope this is ok. I encourage you to buy their albums from the record label that sells them, and not from Amazon or something. Or a local record store, this would be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/22/1532927/09%20-%20Physics%20of%20a%20Unicycle.mp3"&gt;cLOUDDEAD - Physics of a Unicycle.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the final song. Soon I think I'll post an entry with one song but talk about totally different shit that has nothing to do with music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a cLOUDDEAD &lt;a href="http://www.themilkfactory.co.uk/interviews/clouddeadiw.htm"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-3931568359950763073?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/3931568359950763073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=3931568359950763073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/3931568359950763073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/3931568359950763073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/clouddead.html' title='cLOUDDEAD'/><author><name>brandon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-3840085983460846346</id><published>2007-12-06T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:29:50.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This song is by Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-yDAX6FZqQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-yDAX6FZqQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this. I think &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/whyanticon"&gt;Why?&lt;/a&gt; is a good person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-3840085983460846346?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/3840085983460846346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=3840085983460846346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/3840085983460846346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/3840085983460846346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-song-is-by-why.html' title='This song is by Why?'/><author><name>brandon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-6228108429937610709</id><published>2007-12-06T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:30:37.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kill tone by odd nosdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=416755&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color="&gt;    &lt;param name="quality" value="best"&gt;    &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;    &lt;param name="scale" value="showAll"&gt;    &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=416755&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color="&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anticon.com/index.php?section=artist&amp;amp;target=odd%20nosdam&amp;amp;js=yes"&gt;Odd Nosdam&lt;/a&gt; is on &lt;a href="http://www.anticon.com"&gt;anticon&lt;/a&gt;. This song can be found on his latest album 'Level Live Wires'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally posted this video on my blog, under the title 'existential despair'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I linked my boss to this video and he said 'Slightly disturbing'. I linked my friend in Toronto and she said, 'The doll idea is played out'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am listening to music, the music is Odd Nosdam probably . . . 30% of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-6228108429937610709?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/6228108429937610709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=6228108429937610709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/6228108429937610709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/6228108429937610709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/kill-tone-by-odd-nosdam.html' title='kill tone by odd nosdam'/><author><name>brandon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-6867960475980742369</id><published>2007-12-06T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:56:27.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Less Than Nothing" by I Hate Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/noidearecords"&gt;The second song.&lt;/a&gt; (lyrics below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;60 watts, brighter than my future,&lt;br /&gt;an empty forty, fuller than my life,&lt;br /&gt;there must be more, sometimes i don't think so,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm right, maybe there's no such thing as a brighter side&lt;br /&gt;a sultry night, stare at moons from rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;a broken engine, poisoned never dry,&lt;br /&gt;i pour my heart out to a god that doesn't listen,&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd save me, you said you'd love me always but you lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't dry my eyes and there is nothing left inside,&lt;br /&gt;one day, the day, the day that i said i,&lt;br /&gt;my heart inside was cold so that you didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;so all and you, you won't love me at all,&lt;br /&gt;the leaves come down,&lt;br /&gt;there is no sound,&lt;br /&gt;and if i fall would you notice at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of me repulses me,&lt;br /&gt;but you'd say you took me anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i am so alone on a corroded city rooftop,&lt;br /&gt;i saw you walking, you didn't say anything,&lt;br /&gt;you always told me that you'd never stop loving me,&lt;br /&gt;but you stopped before you started and now all i have is lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;who am i gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;afraid, repressed,&lt;br /&gt;and now that i feel lost,&lt;br /&gt;well i wish that you had grown&lt;br /&gt;while i bleed all alone,&lt;br /&gt;the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;is what is left for me&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;what's left for me&lt;br /&gt;what is there to learn?&lt;br /&gt;there is less than nothing,&lt;br /&gt;i thought you'd be, be there for me&lt;br /&gt;you weren't there, you weren't anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you lied right to my face&lt;br /&gt;you broke my fucking heart,&lt;br /&gt;one day, one day you tore my heart apart&lt;br /&gt;and i have nothing,&lt;br /&gt;and i am nothing,&lt;br /&gt;i'm piss,&lt;br /&gt;i'm shit,&lt;br /&gt;i am less than nothing&lt;/blockquote&gt; Some of those are wrong I think. I got it from some site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=45918863&amp;amp;blogID=176640544"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; ("&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The fact that he decided to call the band the most appropriate name for the type  of music is hilarious. I think it allowed him to be a bit more creative with the  lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;") &lt;/span&gt;with the drummer who is the singer and songwriter's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_hate_myself"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; ("Despite the supposed signs of being a "joke band", the music itself was never presented in a "jokey" manner and the lyrics laid out coherent storylines and characters.") page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-6867960475980742369?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/6867960475980742369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=6867960475980742369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/6867960475980742369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/6867960475980742369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/less-than-nothing-by-i-hate-myself.html' title='&quot;Less Than Nothing&quot; by I Hate Myself'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-8512400787369235833</id><published>2007-12-05T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:54:38.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>relativity song by erin tobey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wifoDN5q5Dc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wifoDN5q5Dc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-8512400787369235833?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/8512400787369235833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=8512400787369235833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/8512400787369235833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/8512400787369235833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/relativity-song-by-erin-tobey.html' title='relativity song by erin tobey'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-8442391160492345612</id><published>2007-12-05T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:41:25.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I'm at work. I haven't done anything since I got here. I've been here for two hours. For the past week and a half, I've probably done something 'work-related' at work for a total of five hours. I'm going to blog about &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/whyanticon"&gt;Why?&lt;/a&gt; now. Why? is on &lt;a href="http://anticon.com/?js=yes"&gt;anticon&lt;/a&gt;. I like almost every artist on this label. I think Why? actually helped start this label. I will include mp3's that I've uploaded from my personal hard drive. I think Why? would be okay with this, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I listen to Why?: At work through my headphones, walking on the street through my headphones, and at home, without headphones, coming from the speakers on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say things about why I enjoy Why?. Why? doesn't seem pretentious. All things he says I can relate to. I feel like if Why? and I were to email each other, we'd eventually work ourselves into such a fit of despair that we would fly to a hotel room some place between Oakland and Seattle and commit a double suicide. Here is a song by Why? that I like. You can find this song on the album titled 'Oaklandazulasylum'. It's called 'Cold Lunch (Albert Brown Mortuary Dumpster Dive Remix)'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://player.myspace-player.com/swf/fgobcf5b8eg6lm1a19a305b1a5863b94/bjblue.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playlist=http%3A%2F%2Fplayer.myspace-player.com%2Fswf%2Ffgobcf5b8eg6lm1a19a305b1a5863b94%2Fmp3player.xml" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are the lyrics to this song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's watching your own shadow on a dirt bike&lt;br /&gt;get shot in the back under a street light&lt;br /&gt;when you arrive at the party, it will not be&lt;br /&gt;without a bullet in your back&lt;br /&gt;and a poem about death&lt;br /&gt;and of course your walkman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is another song that I like by Why?. This song is off 'Miss Ohio's Nameless.' I'm pretty sure&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nosdam"&gt; Odd Nosdam&lt;/a&gt; produced the whole album. This song makes me feel emotion for Why? every time I hear it. I'm pretty sure that the only music I like is music that makes me feel emotional. I think Why? might have been crying when he sang this song. I also think that when he made this song, a mic was turned on or something, and they accidentally recorded it, and realized it later, and listened to it, and thought 'this is good,' and released it on their album. I like that. I think Why? does things like this often. This reinforces my viewpoints on sarcasm. Sarcasm and Why?. Why? seems sarcastic. I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://player.myspace-player.com/swf/ad5d4e2252fd07hc3339ka6ae23cf3dd/bjblue.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playlist=http%3A%2F%2Fplayer.myspace-player.com%2Fswf%2Fad5d4e2252fd07hc3339ka6ae23cf3dd%2Fmp3player.xml" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about the lyrics to this song. He's crying about LaGuardia Airport. I think this is good. I like that he cries about LaGuardia Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time Why? said that a peanut butter and jelly sandwich was 'much more tangible' than couscous. I like that a lot. Here is the last song I'm going to post today. It's also off 'Miss Ohio's Nameless.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://player.myspace-player.com/swf/0cjdlbmb69d5d8ca310a53484d9eg5eh/bjblue.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playlist=http%3A%2F%2Fplayer.myspace-player.com%2Fswf%2F0cjdlbmb69d5d8ca310a53484d9eg5eh%2Fmp3player.xml" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the lyrics.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've been consulting my cub scout book on how to tie a slipknot,&lt;br /&gt;I took the reflectors off my bike and I've been riding on one-lane bridges at night in black clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been consulting my cub scout book on how to tie a slipknot,&lt;br /&gt;I always end up crying in front of math teachers when I'm trying to play it so cool.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-8442391160492345612?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/8442391160492345612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=8442391160492345612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/8442391160492345612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/8442391160492345612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>brandon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930165381010170284.post-860573605177367231</id><published>2007-12-04T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:39:01.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan-It-X Records</title><content type='html'>I'll blog about &lt;a href="http://www.plan-it-x.com/"&gt;Plan-It-X&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plan_It_X"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;) tonight. It is 1:30 a.m., I feel alive. I usually don't feel really alive until after 4 a.m. From 12 a.m. to 4 a.m. people are still awake, doing things, distracting me from being alive, ruining my life. Before 12 a.m. I worry a lot. From 6 p.m. to 10 p.m. I really don't do anything, I walk around outside feeling alienated and if it's cold outside cold and even pissed-off though sarcastically. I'm not really pissed-off. If I drop a $6 smoothie I just bought on my pants I won't make noises. I will silently process what happened and work on fixing it. I'll feel better than before due to being distracted from emotional thoughts about the despair I feel. Days I have work I usually go to sleep before 4 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan-It-X, their cds are all $5 with free shipping, here is what Chris Johnston who does Plan-It-X says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i work hard everyday for my label and if i had to have a job i wouldn't be able to do as much as i do for my label. i haven't worked a job for 5 years now. i run my label and tour in my band. the two things combined manage to pay my rent and buy me food and that's all i need. my rent is 275.00 a month. i also pay 100.00 a month to pay rent for a local group called page to prisoners. i can sometimes afford to pay my friends to help me with label stuff. i don't drive a new car (i drive a wrecked mini-van that sometimes doesn't have reverse). i'm not ashamed of living off of my label. i work hard and i don't feel like i'm ripping off anyone. no one is complaining. i try to live a good lifestyle. i shop responsibly, i donate money to great groups, i share with my friends and pay for my friends meals etc. i put back nearly all of the money i make into the "scene" i host benefit events that raise a lot of money sometimes. i couldn't do as much if i had to be stuck at a job. &lt;/blockquote&gt;I like that. I like &lt;a href="http://pompadoured.com/"&gt;Gene Morgan&lt;/a&gt; because with &lt;a href="http://bearparade.com/"&gt;Bear Parade&lt;/a&gt; he pays a lot of money to the authors and you never read an essay by him where he complains for five paragraphs and then says that Bear Parade is "a labor of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is having sex you don't hear them say, "I'm okay with doing this even though I'm not getting paid because it is a labor of love." People don't get paid for having sex in a relationship. Gene Morgan doesn't get paid for doing Bear Parade. Chris Johnston doesn't get paid really for doing Plan-It-X. He probably makes like $2 an hour from doing the record label. Gene Morgan gets paid like -$10 an hour probably. Yes, negative. He loses money. I help pay the authors a little also so I make something negative on Bear Parade or something. Gene Morgan loses more money than some people make. And none of these people complain and then say that what they are doing is a "labor of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I started a press I would feel really terrible complaining to the author about all the work I was doing for them without getting paid. I would feel really bad wanting to edit the author's book. I would want to make it so that if I was failing I would like not sleep for a week to do something. Yes, that is really vague, probably because I don't know what I'm talking about exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some songs I like by bands that Plan-It-X have put out some of their things.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia311537.us.archive.org/2/items/et2006-04-18.flac16/et2006-04-1809_vbr.mp3"&gt;Secret Letters by Erin Tobey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hellomermaid.com/mp3/grow.mp3"&gt;I Grow Like a Plant by Erin Tobey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noidearecords.com/mp3s/GhostMice-England.mp3"&gt;England by Ghost Mice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/antsypantskids"&gt;Amazing Kids by Antsy Pants&lt;/a&gt; (second song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia300141.us.archive.org/2/items/Share_What_Ya_Got/03_Im_Just_Going_To_Leave.mp3"&gt;I'm Just Going to Leave by Defiance, Ohio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That is enough songs. If I post too many no one will care. I blogged a lot. I feel strange and anxious. I should also say that all I said about money is within a context and goal that I realize is arbitrary therefore this post should not be read rhetorically but just as another fact, another point-of-view, another thing that is a fact within a certain context and goal, no different than any other thing that is true within whatever context or goal but becomes untrue from any other perspective except itself. To read about knowledge of context and goals and the arbitrary nature of the universe making it so all my rhetoric is sarcastic go &lt;a href="http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/tao_lin/2007/11/i-want-to-relie.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I will no longer post on that site. Because I don't know what it is really. Things I would post on that site I will now post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930165381010170284-860573605177367231?l=barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/feeds/860573605177367231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930165381010170284&amp;postID=860573605177367231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/860573605177367231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930165381010170284/posts/default/860573605177367231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbed-cat-penis.blogspot.com/2007/12/plan-it-x-records.html' title='Plan-It-X Records'/><author><name>Tao Lin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFW1IEwGpF0/S23sC6B9KII/AAAAAAAAA3g/Mobzbu5t8lo/S220/4284325428_63ceddff70_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
