MAY 08

weathered times have brought me to distance myself from ceratin food groups

1. the cribs- what the hell, i fucking hate electro music (85% of the time) and my expereince with this band falls under that scarce 15% remainder. all of a sudden i realized the riff made me want to drink 4 whiskey sours, throw up and then drink 4 more. so i think its a safe bet, "men's needs"--it saved my late thursday afternoon time filler.

2. thao with the get down stay down- i don't let myself listen to "bag of hammers" more than twice a day because i dont want to get tired of it. kudos for being the band with the longest name. "i am all in a ball in your front yard," who hasn't been in this perdicament once or twice. and "thao" reminds me of "thai" for obvious reaons. which makes me happy and angry at the same time because thai food is exceptionally good but also full of carbs. and carbs are the enemy girls, lets go watch sex and the city.

3. basia bulat- "before i knew" is like the shortest song ever, but the ukulele rips my heart open with a pair of pliers. i am getting tired of the "folkabilly" trend. it is becoming tired and cliche, hopefully it can die for like a year or two and then resurrect like jesus. if we keep letting all these really good british girl singers make really infectious covers then i dont know where we will end up; watch your boyfriends!

4. the zombies- never played out, never old, never lame. i'm so glad "imagine the swan" was never a kodak commercial. when big fortune 500 people get their hands on rare vinyl is gets ugly, and this gem has APPLE MAC BOOK PRO IPOD ITRIP IPHONE written all over it. fortunately its still lost amongst your dad's old bong and jefferson airplane records.

5. devendra banhart- old news, but hey let us go forth and beat the horse dead. "freak folk" is about to make me really pissed off because its not original but for the time being, while i'm still sober, why not. "little yellow spider" is my favorite song to make my boyfriend listen to. as he cringes i stare in awe, because i am reminded a grown man is listening to another grown man sing about psychedelic octopuses and white monkeys without the help of pcp.