Crushing Krisis

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hahaha… mp3 traders can kiss Shirley’s ruddy scottish ass … no one gets a listen to this one until the band is good and ready. From longstanding Garbage news-source CafeMomo.

OK folks, Just got this info from my mates at the label; the band have sent over a CD-R of what is purported to be the final mix of the album and it arrived yesterday. Currently only *one* CD has been sent over, and under the directive of the band, cannot be distributed whatsoever, even to label personnel; in fact, the label manager carries it about with him at all times to stop people there doing a quick CD copy. When he’s not out and about, the album is constantly played on the big hi-fi. Anyone who has been to the offices will know that it’s basically one big open plan on the 1st floor including the manager, so everybody gets a listen.

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Somehow he has a copy of the new Garbage song, and suddenly nothing else in the world matters to me. I am – without exaggeration – already in danger of failing one or both of my two yet-to-be-experienced night classes if Garbage tours immediately following their 10/2/01 release of Beautiful Garbage. Also, i don’t know why in heaven’s name he still links me, but i truly appreciate it.


Whee, more laundry!

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While his entire experience is definitely worth the read, you must go to Brendan’s page and at least read from the first occurrence of the word “flashing.” sigh … not only am i trapped in Philadelphia, but i don’t think i’m ever going to get to a country where Americans aren’t treated like shit … or at least, i won’t be able to speak the language enough to appreciate it. Anyhow, it’s exactly 12hours later there than here, and Brendan seems to be shocked that i’m on IM. The wonders never cease, folks…

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I was going to post about this, but Amy beat me to it. I can do nothing but vouch for the fact that the entire situation is totally bizarre, and more of a comment on the oddness of U-City than it is an illustration of the failing of social work in Philadelphia. Or something.

And, anyhow, there’s a pretty big difference between Superman and Dick Tracy. For one, did Superman have “Vogue” on his soundtrack? No. I think a comparison of Batman and Dick Tracy would be more apt, since Batman‘s album of in-character Prince tunes can nearly compete with Dick‘s LP of Madonna channellings herself through the Material Girl’s of yesteryear.

I think my laundry’s done.

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There is a certain something about bedroom floors and boomboxes that makes me sleepy.


I am desperately trying to get everything clean in preparation for the apartment switching extravaganza that i’m hurtling towards in a matter of weeks. This includes doing laundry, doing dishes, throwing out food i don’t intend to eat, ordering my cds, and cleaning out my hard drive. I think the latter is more of a metaphorical act; i spend the majority of my time on the computer, so having an orderly hard drive would somehow have an effect on the rest of my life.

Right.

I hardly ever download mp3s of artists and albums i don’t own, but i am occasionally given them by friends to listen to, which is pretty much the same as being handed a mix tape. As a results, i have something like 50 megabytes of random mp3s on my computer – not enough to warrant a housecleaning. However, i am somewhat of a packrat when it comes to tracking down live rare music by Tori Amos and Ani DiFranco, and between the two of them combined it turned out that i had exactly 1.5 gigabytes of digital music. So, yesterday’s project became: back it all up! Not only would that leave me with lots of room to finally mix the best-of disc for 25/24, but it would make all of my hundreds of Ani/Tori songs incredibly portable from one computer to the next, which isn’t such a bad thing. So, i popped in an extra-density cd-r, told my computer to test and then create (because backing up 700megs of Ani is a pretty serious endeavor), and i adjourned to my room so i wouldn’t be tempted to use the computer while it was burning the disc.

Into the boombox went Whatever and Ever Amen, onto the floor went my giant-size lounge-pillow and my sleeping bag, and i was out like a light before the end of “Brick.” The funny thing is, i had just woken up about 6 hours previous, but i still managed to squeeze in a full 12 hours of sleep … not waking up until just a half hour ago so that i could have clean clothes to wear to work.

So, for future reference, the best way to get me unconscious is to put on a cd with intricate guitar or piano for me to follow, hand me a pillow and a blanket, and leave me alone for twenty minutes. Works like a charm, as long as my guitar isn’t handy.

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