<?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-5602665</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:16:28.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Executive Slacks</title><subtitle type='html'>documenting one man's journey into deafness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-6962502133262662172</id><published>2007-11-11T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:35:27.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MUM, BING AND RUTH, and HAUSCHKA @ Society for Ethical Culture (New York NY) - Nov 10, 2007Let this be a lesson to you: always check showtimes with the original source rather than some third party listing. Had I consulted the Wordless Music Series website, I wouldn't have arrived at the venue incredibly early and would have avoided the unenviable situation of trying to kill an hour on the Upper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/6962502133262662172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/6962502133262662172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6962502133262662172' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-5637327044357902616</id><published>2007-11-10T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:25:22.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A squeal of feedback. Tap, tap, tap. "Mic check, mic check, one two, one two"...This may just be temporary. I won't promise anything lest my promises go broken. There is more, but that's all I can say. For now. Or there may be nothing. You never know...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/5637327044357902616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/5637327044357902616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5637327044357902616' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-112234904972314737</id><published>2005-07-25T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:37:29.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Archives Listening Project turns a year old on Thursday. Come out and celebrate our birthday as we  play the music of Fela Kuti, the legendary inventor of Afrobeat. Thursday, July 28 at 9pm12" Bar (around the corner from the Mercury Lounge)Free admission</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/112234904972314737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/112234904972314737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112234904972314737' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-112123495005506502</id><published>2005-07-13T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T02:09:10.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was weirdly surprised today to learn that Red Sox pitcher Bronson Arroyo is releasing a cd of 90s alterna-rock covers. I can't say I'm too anxious to hear the beanballing punk's (and not in a Ramones sense of the word) rendition of the Verve Pipe, but it got me thinking about other baseball players who made the jump from the diamond to vinyl. Yankee outfielder Bernie Williams released a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/112123495005506502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/112123495005506502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112123495005506502' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-112070980134574379</id><published>2005-07-06T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:17:19.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not much today, just a post to make it look like I haven't forgotten about this site. Here are the three albums I've been listening to quite a lot recently: Dizzee Rascal - Boy in da CornerScott Walker - Boy ChildArcade Fire - Funeral Now that I look at that list, there's an awful amount of Boy albums I own. And this doesn't even take U2's first album into consideration. Anyway, I've been meaning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/112070980134574379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/112070980134574379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112070980134574379' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111941255548522998</id><published>2005-06-21T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T23:57:32.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's that time of month again. This Wednesday, the Archives Listening Project proudly presents an evening of C86 pop. We'll be playing stuff by Orange Juice, the Pastels, Felt, Josef K, the Wedding Present, Aztec Camera, the Go-Betweens, the Field Mice, and many many more. All night long for free, starting at 9pm at 12" Bar (179 Essex St).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111941255548522998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111941255548522998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111941255548522998' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111933195303222509</id><published>2005-06-20T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T10:38:52.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The WFMU yard sale on Saturday was worthwhile way to spend the morning, even if it was more of a hassle getting to Jersey City than it should've been. Basically the station was unloading a bunch of records, cds, and old radio equipment, and some DJs were on hand to sell some of their own stuff too. The best part? Records cost $1 each. I wasn't really looking for anything in particular -- exotica </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111933195303222509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111933195303222509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111933195303222509' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111872108154123001</id><published>2005-06-13T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:49:28.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karol has this friend who thinks it's funny to sing messages on our answering machine. She usually nicks the melody of either "The Farmer in the Dell" or "La Cucaracha" to express some sort of variation on "pick up the phone." When she's feeling rather inspired, however, she'll put absurd lyrics to the aforementioned songs and ramble on for minutes. Fortunately, she was in San Francisco all of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111872108154123001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111872108154123001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111872108154123001' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111837576805258671</id><published>2005-06-09T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:58:44.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I mentioned awhile back something about setting up a MySpace page for my home recordings. I'd kind of forgotten about the site until it recently came up in conversation on some email list I'm on, so I've been back to it. If you dig through all the bands on MySpace, there's some really good stuff to be found. Someone from alcianblue is on the same email list and once I visited their page, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111837576805258671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111837576805258671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111837576805258671' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111765497859679003</id><published>2005-06-01T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:42:58.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to Day One of National Accordian Awareness Month! In unrelated news, the details for the 5th annual Siren Festival are starting to come out and Dungen, that Swedish master of psychedelia, is on the bill. Looks like I'll be getting a sunburn on July 16.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111765497859679003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111765497859679003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111765497859679003' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111760045501272200</id><published>2005-05-31T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T00:34:15.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh, I play guitar. And I may be out of a job soon, so I'd be free to tour. Just in case you need someone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111760045501272200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111760045501272200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111760045501272200' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111699934662321947</id><published>2005-05-25T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:35:46.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll be at 12" Bar tonight for this month's Archives Listening Project. We're playing Danger Mouse's Grey Album at 9pm and then DJing for the rest of the night. Admission is free. 12" is on Essex, just below Houston. The Grey Album caused a bit of a storm when it came out, charges of copyright violations and so on. As modern as that sounds, I was just reading about Bill Buchanan and Dickie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111699934662321947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111699934662321947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111699934662321947' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111674222552988267</id><published>2005-05-22T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T17:13:36.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bollywood for the Skeptical. I can't say it any better myself. I've never actually watched a Bollywood movie, but most of the music here is pretty good. I downloaded all the songs today so I can go ahead and burn my own cd. "Jaan Pehechaan Ho" (made famous over here by the movie Ghost World) was my initial favorite of the bunch, although "C.A.T... Cat Mane Billi" has really grown on me lately.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111674222552988267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111674222552988267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111674222552988267' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111642677568084246</id><published>2005-05-18T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:57:15.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A highly recommended local tv show is New York Noise. I happened to catch it both last night as well on Sunday night (Tommy Ramone and the Animal Collective were the respective guests) and it's really good stuff. The video for Animal Collective's "Who Could Win A Rabbit" stood out as a swirling mess of childish imagery set to psych-folk pop wonder, and an online search for them directed me to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111642677568084246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111642677568084246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111642677568084246' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111625748184336580</id><published>2005-05-16T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:31:21.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Jessica was performing double duty this week. In addition to playing in the below-mentioned show (which I was unable to make), she performed at the Knitting Factory last night as part of the Ambitious Orchestra. Sadly, they started early and I missed the first two songs but what I did get to see was really really cool. A rag tag ensemble of misfits playing traditional orchestra instruments </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111625748184336580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111625748184336580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111625748184336580' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111581790292842441</id><published>2005-05-11T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T09:25:02.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two people I used to play with in a band are in a new band together, and they're playing their first show tonight. The Wifebeaters will be at the Lucky Cat (245 Grand St, Brooklyn) tonight at 8pm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111581790292842441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111581790292842441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111581790292842441' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111575442026225820</id><published>2005-05-10T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:50:21.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I meant to post about this a few days ago, but Tuning linked to this article about sonic extinction, modern technology's push for silence, and one man's effort of preservation. I think it's pretty interesting.One of the records available from the label mentioned in the article is The Sounds of the Office, which is kind of like the first step to an idea I had awhile back which involved recording </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111575442026225820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111575442026225820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111575442026225820' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111544733503494727</id><published>2005-05-07T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T02:51:50.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finished up with work yesterday much earlier than anticipated, so I celebrated by making an afternoon trip to Other Music. JANDEK Ready For The House (Corwood Industries)I wanted to get a Jandek album, but just picking one is kind of a tough task for an unknown guy who's put out a gazilion records. So I went with this, his very first one, for the sole reason that it contains "Naked in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111544733503494727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111544733503494727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111544733503494727' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111492211214083510</id><published>2005-05-01T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:35:12.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HaEverything sounds better New Orleans jazz style. (found via Tuning)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111492211214083510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111492211214083510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111492211214083510' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111449249181598197</id><published>2005-04-25T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T01:16:43.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, that guy on the far left is playing a water jug, which can only mean one thing: the Archives Listening Project is meeting again Wednesday night, and this month features Texan psych-rock pioneers the 13th Floor Elevators and their landmark debut, The Psychedelic Sounds Of....9pm at 12" Bar (179 Essex St - just south of Houston).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111449249181598197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111449249181598197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111449249181598197' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111388582054330920</id><published>2005-04-19T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T00:43:40.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jessica brought this video clip to my attention. Those guys should try to collaborate with Tree Wave.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111388582054330920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111388582054330920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111388582054330920' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111388494269625922</id><published>2005-04-18T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T00:29:02.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In with the old and out with the new, or something like that. There's been much hullabaloo lately about the slow death of New York's venues. Manhattan clubs shutting down their doors for good, moving to the cheaper rents of Brooklyn, or just heading west for a permanent residency in Vegas. In case you haven't heard, the Luna Lounge, Tonic, and CBGB's are three venues which probably won't be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111388494269625922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111388494269625922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111388494269625922' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111319911326154408</id><published>2005-04-10T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T02:01:11.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dig!, the Brian Jonestown Massacre / Dandy Warhols documentary I previously mentioned here, is coming out on dvd. There's going to be a release party tomorrow (Monday) night at the Bowery Poetry Club with a screening and free beer, starting at 7pm. Sadly, I'm unable to go but if you're interested, send along an email to nypromo@theonion.com with DIG RSVP in the subject line.Links, once again: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111319911326154408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111319911326154408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111319911326154408' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111276720049047144</id><published>2005-04-05T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:56:11.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ENON Lost Marbles and Exploded Evidence (Touch and Go)I mentioned a few posts ago that I kind of recently picked up this album, which is really a collection of b-sides and other oddities. It's pretty good and rather than write about it, I'll just direct you to this Pitchfork review since I pretty much agree with everything they said. I guess it's almost cliche to say it, but for a compilation of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111276720049047144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111276720049047144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111276720049047144' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111257266662831385</id><published>2005-04-03T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:49:08.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JANDEKI've been meaning to write about him for a while but I figured I'd wait until I actually heard an album first. I still haven't but there's recently been some major developments in the Jandek story.For those of you who may not know who he is, Jandek is simply known as music's great enigma. In short, he's released (so far) 40 albums since 1978 on his own Corwood Industries label. I'll leave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111257266662831385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111257266662831385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111257266662831385' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111233494214409877</id><published>2005-03-31T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:57:37.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was a rumor going around college that med students were the craziest partyers, so I guess the wackiness doesn't stop once they get real jobs. Bobby sent sent along an email with an mp3 of a song called "London Underground" -- an obscenity laced piano pop ode to public transportation -- which was recorded by Adam Kay and Suman Biswas, doctors both. Check out their site to listen to that as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111233494214409877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111233494214409877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111233494214409877' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111215734107721323</id><published>2005-03-29T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:35:41.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm about two years late on this one, but Dizzee Rascal is really good. I've been listening to his songs here and really need to get Boy In Da Corner.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111215734107721323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111215734107721323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111215734107721323' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111198878015368101</id><published>2005-03-27T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T00:46:20.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's been a while since I listed my most recently purchased music. Here we go. Remember when I said Karol gave me a gift certificate to Other Music for my birthday? I finally cashed it in for a lot of stuff which will, no doubt, annoy her as much as it delights me.BRIGHT EYES Digital Ash in a Digital Urn (Saddle Creek)EL CONGRESO s/t (Record Runner)DEAD MEADOW Feathers (Matador)ENON Lost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111198878015368101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111198878015368101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111198878015368101' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111155889674749049</id><published>2005-03-22T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T01:21:36.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come out this Thursday for the latest installment of the Archives Listening Project. This month we're featuring electronic music pioneer Delia Derbyshire, followed by an evening of other early electronica. It's free admission and starts at 9pm. Please note we're at a new location: 12" Bar, 179 Essex St (just below Houston).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111155889674749049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111155889674749049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111155889674749049' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111138945310239844</id><published>2005-03-21T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T02:21:59.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went ahead and set up a MySpace page not too long ago. One of the things that's kind of cool is that you can search bands by location and genre. I lived in West Virginia for a few years and, during that time, felt very isolated musically (thank God for  internet and mailorder). Out of curiosity, I ran a search for any West Virginia bands who categorized themselves as experimental and, to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111138945310239844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111138945310239844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111138945310239844' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111138419303232435</id><published>2005-03-20T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:30:09.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BRIGHT EYES Letting Off The Happinees (Saddle Creek)The first time I heard Bright Eyes was about five years ago when Magnet did a feature on them. I had recently started playing with Jessica, who was playing a lot of violin at the time, so I was especially parital towards indie bands which incorporated the violin in their sound. The article mentioned a violinist so I went out and bought this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111138419303232435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111138419303232435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111138419303232435' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111069818189763272</id><published>2005-03-13T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T02:19:27.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've hinted at it before, but I'll say it again: Those Norwegians sure love heavy metal.There will be a proper post one of these days. I promise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111069818189763272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111069818189763272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111069818189763272' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111026045717528475</id><published>2005-03-08T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:40:57.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When someone promises a giant sing-a-long about death, you can't ask for much else. I just wish I would've found out about this earlier since I wasn't doing anything terribly important Saturday afternoon and I would've gone, and there's no way I'm going to remember it in time for April. Judging by their website, it looks like it can be pretty cool or kind of creepy. Either way, not a bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111026045717528475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111026045717528475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111026045717528475' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111017926037591722</id><published>2005-03-07T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T02:07:40.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assorted linkage here. Cake &amp; Polka Parade has a post about defunct Chicago band Math. The mp3s he put up are pretty good. The Motel Creeps have a new single: Leave Without A SoundMy old band used to share a practice space with a band called America's Sweetheart. They filmed a video a few years ago and Mike, Rahul, and I showed up to be in the crowd shots. The video's online and I just watched it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111017926037591722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111017926037591722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111017926037591722' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-111017069567640969</id><published>2005-03-06T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:47:36.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flipping through the channels earlier this week, I came across some public access tv show called Women on Fire. No, it's not a feminist issues talk show -- they were playing live hop hop when I turned it on. The thing that was really cool was that there were no pre-recorded beats or anything; it was all live, acoustic instruments accompanied by rapping. But get this: the instrumentation consisted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111017069567640969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/111017069567640969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111017069567640969' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110956721869024009</id><published>2005-02-27T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T13:10:48.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>February's the shortest month so it gets the least amount of posting. Lots of stuff to write about yet so little energy to write. Anyway, here's a recap (with lots of links):I saw Jens Lekman, Parker and Lily, and some other folks at the Mercury Lounge a few weeks back. Jens is the it boy of the indiepop list, where his latest album topped a bunch of best of 2004 lists. Not knowing much else </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110956721869024009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110956721869024009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110956721869024009' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110801006985104050</id><published>2005-02-09T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:39:01.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I met one of Karol's co-workers last night. Turns out he has a blog too and reprinted this article about one man's obsession with the national anthem. I thought it was pretty funny, somewhat informative, and I must say I admire the guy's dedication. I tried looking around for any online recordings of "To Anacreon In Heav'n," the old English drinking song whose melody was borrowed for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110801006985104050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110801006985104050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110801006985104050' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110754897770641059</id><published>2005-02-07T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:11:07.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOLIE HOLLAND Catalpa (Anti-)Quite simply, I'm in love. I'm not sure why it took me so long to finally get this album. It's about a year since I first discovered her and many months since I saw her live, yet I never quite got around to picking it up. Shame. I love her voice, her phrasing, the way something so simple can sound so otherworldly. I love the timelessness of it, the arcane lyrics, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110754897770641059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110754897770641059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110754897770641059' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110697684507074082</id><published>2005-01-28T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:34:05.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally saw Dig! last night. Well, most of it anyway. I turned it on about 30 minutes into it and, for that reason, didn't want to get too involved but I couldn't help myself and stayed until the end. It was pretty good. It confirmed my opinion that the Dandy Warhols are annoying and pretentious, but it also sparked an interest in the Brian Jonestown Massacre.  Clearly the better of the two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110697684507074082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110697684507074082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110697684507074082' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110687931723496081</id><published>2005-01-27T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T12:58:50.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PITMAN It Takes A Nation Of Tossers (Son Records)Ten years after Bill Haley and the Comets cut "Rock Around the Clock," the Beatles landed in New York and from that moment on, the evolution of rock has been a collaborative effort mostly between American and British artists. Rap, on the other hand, has not been. Now I'm not going to pretend I know much about rap, because I don't, but I have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110687931723496081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110687931723496081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110687931723496081' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110679070847003726</id><published>2005-01-26T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T00:55:54.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently Jenna Bush caused a stir in Norway when she was photographed flashing the devil sign, which is the same as the U of Texas gesture, which also looks a lot like the manual exclamation one makes while shouting "rock on!" at the conclusion of a Kip Winger guitar solo. If anything, this non-story was a good excuse to read up on the Norwegian Death Metal scene from the late 80s to early 90s.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110679070847003726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110679070847003726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110679070847003726' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110637973204191956</id><published>2005-01-22T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:25:22.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karol's mom came over last weekend as I was listening to the Lilys' Better Can't Make Your Life Better. When I went to turn down the volume, she asked me not to and mentioned that she liked the album. Karol, on the other hand, had been pestering me all morning about the music being too loud. I was vindicated. *** Someone started a thread on the indiepop list this week about songs which use a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110637973204191956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110637973204191956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110637973204191956' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110638309993145192</id><published>2005-01-22T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T03:38:19.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weak music link here but I watched Sleepaway Camp 2: Unhappy Campers tonight. The interesting thing about this movie is that Pam Springsteen, Bruce's little sister, plays a killer who was released from an asylum, had a sex change to become a woman, and terrorizes a summer camp. It was neither suspenseful nor scary, and I've seen pornos with stronger dialogue. The ending's identical to that of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110638309993145192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110638309993145192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110638309993145192' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110628337601381009</id><published>2005-01-20T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T02:47:51.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New link to the right: Saint Jude's Infirmary Bobby sent a couple of their cds to me, by way of Funnya, all the way from Edinburgh, Scotland. They're quite good and deserve some recognition. Unrelated to that, Monday night is the next Archives Listening Project. We're playing the West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band first and then DJing after. 9pm, Rififi, free. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110628337601381009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110628337601381009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110628337601381009' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110585609188180217</id><published>2005-01-16T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T01:26:19.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mash ups are a strange phenomenon. I suppose one day they'll be incorporated into some sort of larger art form but right now they kind of strike me as nothing more than clever novelty songs. Here's a cool one, though, found via Stereogum: the Cure's "Lovesong" crossed with the Beatles' "Taxman" will get you Lovetax. When I first listened to it, I was for some reason expecting the Cure's "Love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110585609188180217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110585609188180217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110585609188180217' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110575946216263671</id><published>2005-01-14T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:30:08.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To pad this site with more entries than actual content, here's some audio illustrations to old posts. In reference to Parker and Lily (December 2004), Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia... (September 2003), and Moondog (July 2003), click here for the following songs:Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia...: Morning After Pill Moondog: Symphonique 6 (Good for Goodie) Parker and Lily: Hello Halo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110575946216263671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110575946216263671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110575946216263671' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110545722545240786</id><published>2005-01-11T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:27:05.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music Thing. Recommended.(found via Rummage Through the Crevices)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110545722545240786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110545722545240786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545722545240786' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110537687465687905</id><published>2005-01-10T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:11:23.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A rite of passage for every blogger is seeing all the funny search engine results which introduce your site to some hapless web surfer. In addition to all the folks looking for photos of Pedro the Lion, lyrics to Shins songs, info about old MBV albums, YYY's guitarist Nick Zinner's birthday, and general stuff about defunct industrial band Executive Slacks (never heard of them until I began </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110537687465687905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110537687465687905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110537687465687905' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110522628091049872</id><published>2005-01-08T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T22:01:25.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been almost two years since I've moved in with Karol. When I began integrating and organizing our cds, I realized that one of mine was missing. Volume 17 was a book/cd combo thing imported from Britain which I ordered back in 1997 after reading that it contained brand new tracks from Elastica, Bjork, Elvis Costello, Throwing Muses, Cocteau Twins, Divine Comedy, and a bunch of others. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110522628091049872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110522628091049872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110522628091049872' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110522252706568437</id><published>2005-01-08T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T22:25:18.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A note, a disclaimer, an explanation. From time to time I've linked to various mp3s on this page. In all of those instances, they were files I found floating around the internet and I simply directed your attention to them. Now for something a little different: I've decided to try uploading mp3s from my own collection. I've neither the time, bandwidth, nor desire to turn this into an honest to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110522252706568437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110522252706568437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110522252706568437' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110471080265076696</id><published>2005-01-02T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:59:43.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember life before mp3s? You'd hear about a band -- maybe they have a buzz, maybe they don't -- but based on the things you read about them, they could be something you'd really like. Chances are you're not going to hear them on the radio, so you'd either have to a) hope a friend already has their record so you can borrow it, b) wait for them to play a show near you, or c) just buy the album </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110471080265076696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110471080265076696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110471080265076696' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110454036650192271</id><published>2004-12-31T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T19:46:06.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The obligatory end of the year top 10 albums list. I'm including any album I heard for the first time this year, not just new releases. An * denotes a 2004 release and an ** denotes a 2004 reissue.10. BBC RADIOPHONIC WORKSHOP BBC Radiophonic Music (BBC Records)9. ** THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA s/t (Sundazed)8. EARLIMART Everyone Down Here (Palm)7. * LIARS They Were Wrong, So We Drowned (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110454036650192271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110454036650192271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110454036650192271' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110413631994775330</id><published>2004-12-26T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T04:39:31.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ELASTICA Stutter (Geffen)This is it. October 1994, my first semester in college and I began reading this guy who wrote for our school paper. He called himself the Music Geek, had impeccable taste in music, and I bought a bunch of cds solely on the basis of his endorsement. I don't remember what he wrote about Elastica but it wasn't very different than any other review which made me buy a cd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110413631994775330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110413631994775330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110413631994775330' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110377568994603427</id><published>2004-12-23T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:57:41.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HER You're a bum,You're a punk HIMYou're an old slut on junk,Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bedHERYou scumbag, you maggot,You cheap lousy faggot,Happy Christmas your arseI pray God it's our last ALL TOGETHER, BRIGHTLYAnd the boys of the NYPD Choir were singing "Galway Bay"And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110377568994603427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110377568994603427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110377568994603427' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110369621875283774</id><published>2004-12-21T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:19:07.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pitchfork jumped the proverbial shark. I think it started to go downhill last year when they began to include the likes of R Kelly or Beyonce in their singles reviews, but they hit absolute rock bottom with today's top 50 singles of 2004 feature. Of course they had the indie stars (Franz Ferdinand, Interpol) and hipster favorites(Animal Collective, Ratatat) represented, but what's with Britney </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110369621875283774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110369621875283774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110369621875283774' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110341093191526489</id><published>2004-12-18T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:02:11.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARKER AND LILY Here Comes Winter (Manifesto)"My whole drunken world is a gaudy frame for a picture perfect girl." With those lines in the opening "Hello Halo," the album's mood is set. Winter settles in, cold and desolate as could be -- yet beneath it all is the analog warmth of vintage organs and occasional guitar lifted straight from the last dance at some 1950s prom. This is lounge music, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110341093191526489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110341093191526489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110341093191526489' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110317815896614169</id><published>2004-12-16T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:22:38.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PIXIES and BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE @ Hammerstein Ballroom (New York NY) - Dec 14, 2004No opening paragraph. No need for an introduction.Broken Social Scene scored the biggest opening slot of their lives last night. I'm not really sure how many people are in the band. Nine? Ten? Members would just wander on or off stage in the middle of a song. At one point there were as many as five guitarists</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110317815896614169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110317815896614169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110317815896614169' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110303947192160785</id><published>2004-12-14T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T15:53:28.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Re-issue! Re-package! Re-package!Re-evaluate the songsDouble pack with a photographExtra Track (and a tacky badge)Earlier this year Fiction Records released Join the Dots, a four disc set of b-sides and other rarities spanning the Cure's career. Fan that I am, I bought it. The first disc was a bit redundant -- if you're going to spend the money to buy their box set, chances are you already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110303947192160785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110303947192160785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110303947192160785' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110265737274740234</id><published>2004-12-10T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T01:02:06.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All the inventions I imagined as a kid, or at least those which involved record players, are starting to come to life. At the WFMU record fair back in May, I marvelled at the sight of battery powered portable turntables complete with headphones. But that's nothing compared to my latest discovery this week, which came courtesy of the indiepop list. Vinyl records have finally gone the way of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110265737274740234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110265737274740234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110265737274740234' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110246926469033939</id><published>2004-12-07T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T20:29:40.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you don't have any plans for Monday (or if you do, break them), come out for the December installment of the Archives Listening Project. We're playing Plush's Fed. Liam Hayes broke the bank to record this piece of lush ambition which, if I'm correct, was never officially released in the US, so you may as well hear it for free while enjoying a cheap drink. Added bonus: After the album, both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110246926469033939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110246926469033939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110246926469033939' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110213849655753106</id><published>2004-12-05T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T18:41:25.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GODSPEED YOU BLACK EMPEROR! Lift Yr. Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven! (Kranky)I've had this for over three years now but unfortunately never gave it much attention until recently. Maybe its sheer magnitude was a bit intimidating -- it's a double album which I believe is best heard straight through from start to finish. Besides the longer than usual time commitment, it's also an album which</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110213849655753106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110213849655753106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110213849655753106' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110148111727094169</id><published>2004-11-26T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T10:05:05.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just an update to my earlier post on Dig: For those of us who missed it in theaters, it's already being shown on the Sundance channel. They aired it last night, although I didn't find out until about halfway through but I'm guessing it will be aired again soon.And also on tv last night, I recognized Ratatat's "Seventeen" in a Hummer commercial. Sad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110148111727094169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110148111727094169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110148111727094169' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110140287878662545</id><published>2004-11-25T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T12:17:32.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now that I've got the sound working on my computer again, I resumed listening to random mp3s. Here we go.WFMU has a cool collection of assorted mp3 oddities. Check out On the Download where you can find these gems and more:George W Bush covers U2Do all Nickelback songs sound the same?Alessandro Moreschi is the only castrati to ever have been recorded. I've been meaning to buy his album but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110140287878662545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110140287878662545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110140287878662545' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110109109465763364</id><published>2004-11-21T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T21:38:14.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BODY, THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, and TINY HAWKS @ Woodser (Brooklyn NY) - Nov 20, 2004Learning about this show on the indiepop list and not having heard of some of the bands, I had certain preconceptions as to how they might sound. I was wrong. Tiny Hawks are a two piece (guitar/vocals and drums). They look like an indie pop band. They come across as very polite and, just like an indie pop band, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110109109465763364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110109109465763364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110109109465763364' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110088925068366006</id><published>2004-11-19T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T13:34:10.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn indie slacker. I wanted to see Dig, the documentary about the Brian Jonestown Massacre and the Dandy Warhols. Not by any stretch of the imagination could I ever be considered a fan of either band, but Anton Newcombe just sounds like a certifiable lunatic and the thought of watching his antics on the big screen would be quality entertainment. When I passed by the Sunshine Theater last week, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110088925068366006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110088925068366006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110088925068366006' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110057407131528339</id><published>2004-11-15T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:01:11.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was afraid this would happen. I bought someone a Clay Aiken and a Ruben Studdard cd on Amazon.com last year for Christmas and now my email inbox is cluttered with reminders that the American Idols have new cds available now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110057407131528339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110057407131528339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110057407131528339' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110048229634994121</id><published>2004-11-14T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T20:31:36.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Much of this afternoon was spent on a quest to find a take-up reel and some splicing tape for my reel to reel recorder. It was a journey which took me from Brooklyn to Times Square to the Village to Chinatown before finally finding a store which sells empty reels ($4.33 each at 319 Canal St, in case you're interested), yet I struck out looking for the tape. I initially avoided the store in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110048229634994121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110048229634994121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110048229634994121' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110038144796152217</id><published>2004-11-13T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:30:47.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I won't believe it until I see it, but Pitchfork is reporting that Bright Eyes has both the Number 1 and Number 2 singles in the country. "Lua" and "Take It Easy (Love Nothing)" each debuted in the top slots this week on the Billboard Hot 100 Single Sales chart. But when I went to the Billboard website today to confirm this, I found out you need to be a paid subscriber to access that chart. Oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110038144796152217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110038144796152217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110038144796152217' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-110014575400515003</id><published>2004-11-10T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:03:33.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm reminded of that scene in High Fidelity (the book, I never saw the movie) when one of the clerks put up a flyer in the record shop with the hope of forming a band. Years went by before he had his first inquiry. It's been six years now since I first noticed it and I have no clue how long it's actually been running, but each week in the back of the New York Press is this ad: BASSIST AND </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110014575400515003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/110014575400515003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110014575400515003' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109979245784019220</id><published>2004-11-06T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:07:16.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This past Halloween, one of the channels was running a dual Munsters / Addams Family marathon. The one Munsters episode I watched involved a man who offered the Munsters a ridiculous sum of money to rent their house for a weekend. They took him up on his offer, checked into a hotel, and a rock band moved into the house. Of course, the band found the place to be delightfully creepy and decided to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109979245784019220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109979245784019220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109979245784019220' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109946802681754304</id><published>2004-11-04T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T10:17:46.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made a very successful, and rather Scandinavian, trip to Other Music over the weekend.SAVAGE ROSE s/t (Polydor)The classic 1968 debut from this Danish band. They were featured in Richie Unterberger's Unknown Legends of Rock 'n' Roll and the accompanying cd included "A Girl I Knew," which just blew me away. After countless attempts to actually find this album in any stores, it's mine now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109946802681754304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109946802681754304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109946802681754304' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109893877049903741</id><published>2004-10-28T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:18:11.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you sick of the election yet? Forget about George Bush and that other guy for a while and remember the songs that made you laugh, made you cry, and otherwise changed your life. Monday night, November 1, Mike and I are hosting the latest installment of the Archives Listening Project. We're playing Syd Barrett's second album, the appropriately titled Barrett. We start earlier than usual this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109893877049903741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109893877049903741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109893877049903741' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109893768024591262</id><published>2004-10-28T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:28:06.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess if the whole rock star thing doesn't work out, British Prime Minister is always an option. You may already know this, but I just learned yesterday (from a John Peel obit, no less) that Tony Blair fronted a rock band in his youth. The band was called Ugly Rumours and the Cuban-heel booted Tony sang and played guitar. "[Tony] was wearing a hoop-necked, trumpet-sleeved T-shirt, loons and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109893768024591262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109893768024591262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109893768024591262' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109888841997707887</id><published>2004-10-27T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:35:07.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOHN PEEL (1939-2004)I was saddened yesterday to hear about the passing of John Peel. Being neither British nor a listener of the BBC, I can't say I've ever heard his show but the mere fact that he is even recognized over here is testament to his importance in music history. A music geek with the power of the BBC behind him, he championed countless bands, some of which would go on to become </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109888841997707887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109888841997707887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109888841997707887' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109877320858540146</id><published>2004-10-25T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:36:21.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last time I participated in the indiepop list mixtape swap, I was about a month late in making the tape so I sense an almost moral victory that I've completed this month's tape with a week to spare. The last few times, however, I had a feeling of trepidation when taking part in these trades. It's not that I question my ability to make a good mix tape but lately I feel a distance growing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109877320858540146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109877320858540146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109877320858540146' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109764806342537665</id><published>2004-10-12T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T02:14:23.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The CMJ Marathon is upon us again, but I don't think this year's band list is as impressive as in the past. Anyway, I may be going out of town this weekend so I'm not sure how much (if any) I'll get to see.   The shows which most interest me:Wed - Damian Jurado @ the Coral Room, 11:30pmThur - Holly Golightly @ Mercury Lounge, 12amFri - Robbers on High Street @ Warsaw, 9pmSat - Parker and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109764806342537665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109764806342537665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109764806342537665' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109722287535508038</id><published>2004-10-08T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T00:47:57.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It appears as though I couldn't even maintain a Thursday only posting schedule. Just some random stuff...I got the new Interpol this past weekend. It's good. There are no surprises and they're not heading off in a new direction, but they just happen to be good with what they do. There's something weird whenever characters in song lyrics share the same name as one of my relatives. Bruce </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109722287535508038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109722287535508038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109722287535508038' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109661072187626092</id><published>2004-09-30T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T02:05:21.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After spending 37 years in limbo, with its legend growing exponentially by the year, Smile was officially released earlier this week. Of course, had you come to the Archives Listening Project party back in July, you wouldn't have had to wait as long to hear it. One could make the argument that Mike and I are on the cutting edge of some sort of musical trend. But don't take my word for it, come</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109661072187626092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109661072187626092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109661072187626092' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109591287993738919</id><published>2004-09-23T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:19:53.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now young faces grow sad and oldHearts of fire grow coldWe swore blood brothers against the windI'm ready to grow young againBruce Springsteen turns 55 today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109591287993738919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109591287993738919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109591287993738919' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109563754853331709</id><published>2004-09-21T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:28:29.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just some sprucing up of the sidebar going on. I removed the Handwriting link since neither the band nor website is still around anymore. The Ditch website isn't up at the moment either, but I'm keeping the link for now since they're looking for a new singer and I expect them to be back in the near future. I added a link to Popshot, although to be honest I'm a bit surprised one wasn't already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109563754853331709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109563754853331709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109563754853331709' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109539927650544676</id><published>2004-09-16T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T01:34:36.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back to work. The bad news is with the long hours I've been logging, there hasn't been much time to check my email, let alone post to this site. The good news is that I recently earned my first paycheck in awhile and made a celebratory trip to Other Music this past weekend. VARIOUS ARTISTS Garage Beat '66 - Like What, Me Worry?! (Sundazed)A wild compilation of bands who were all but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109539927650544676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109539927650544676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109539927650544676' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109489809665022651</id><published>2004-09-10T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T06:23:56.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mike and I are hosting another Archives Listening Project on Tuesday night. This month, we'll be featuring the one and only album by the United States of America. When that's done, Mike's going to dj for awhile. Come out and listen. It's free.We start at 9pm. Rififi is located at 332 E 11 St (btwn 1st &amp; 2nd Aves).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109489809665022651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109489809665022651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109489809665022651' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109464487456657705</id><published>2004-09-07T23:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:54:13.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like VH1's Bands Reunited. That show has got it all: suspense (can they still play their instruments?), drama (people stewing with resentment of a certain bandmate for almost 20 years), action (the host uses seemingly unnecessary guerilla tactics to catch unwitting band members at the most inconvenient moment), and of course, the music (one never can really hear "I Ran" too many times). Now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109464487456657705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109464487456657705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109464487456657705' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109450808398689640</id><published>2004-09-06T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T18:04:20.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are some more mp3s:Peter Adams - Cementalisquethe Big Sleep - Afathe Metric Mile - How to Beat the SATRobbers on High Street - A Night at Star Castle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109450808398689640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109450808398689640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109450808398689640' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109442973191725931</id><published>2004-09-05T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T20:15:31.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LILYS Better Can't Make Your Life Better (Primary Recordings)Kurt Heasley probably won't be remembered as one of rock's great innovators but as far as imitators are concerned, he's one of the best. The Lilys, whose first incarnation was that of a My Bloody Valentine clone, turned their sights on England circa 1966 for this album.Sounding at times like the best album the Kinks never recorded, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109442973191725931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109442973191725931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109442973191725931' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109354757277274350</id><published>2004-08-30T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T14:59:42.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VINCENT GALLO @ Rothko (New York NY) - Aug 25, 2004In the apparent scenester event of the season, famed indie filmmaker Vincent Gallo teamed up with the son of rock's most famous couple, Sean Lennon, for a night of music on the eve of the American release of Gallo's new Brown Bunny film. Even though we arrived early, we still had to line up about a block away from the venue and once inside, were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109354757277274350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109354757277274350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109354757277274350' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109353752130557075</id><published>2004-08-26T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T12:25:21.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VIA SATELLITE and THE BIG SLEEP @ Sin-e (New York NY) - Aug 21,2004I really didn't know anything about either of these bands going into the show, but I can tell you now they're both very much worth seeing. The Big Sleep are a mostly instrumental trio (guitar, bass, drums, keyboards, samplers), but their not so secret weapon is the guitar. Few guitarists have initially impressed me as much as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109353752130557075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109353752130557075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353752130557075' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109305986704534464</id><published>2004-08-20T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T12:18:55.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are some mp3 links. Enjoy.Delia Derbyshire - "Music of Spheres"Dirty on Purpose - "Mind Blindness"Jolie Holland - "All the Morning Birds"Saint Jude's Infirmary - "Damn the UV"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109305986704534464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109305986704534464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109305986704534464' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109285611994565727</id><published>2004-08-18T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:10:24.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Motel Creeps are playing a free show tomorrow night (10pm) at the Luna Lounge. I will be there and you should come join me. If you happen to be in Scotland, Severin will be playing Tigerfest on Saturday (Aug 21) at Swamp Bar, Caledonian Backbackers. I'm guessing that's in Edinburgh, but I could be wrong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109285611994565727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109285611994565727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109285611994565727' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109263212875787121</id><published>2004-08-15T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T11:19:10.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The War Against Silence will be coming to a close in the next two weeks. Although Glenn McDonald has been updating his site weekly since 1995, I only discovered it just this past year and have been reading it regularly since then. My musical taste varies a bit from Glenn's, but I've often found myself both relating to his enthusiasm for music and envious of his writing style. He will be missed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109263212875787121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109263212875787121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109263212875787121' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109217817546625514</id><published>2004-08-10T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T18:50:17.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know which is worse: listening to Dave Matthews or getting doused in his raw sewage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109217817546625514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109217817546625514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109217817546625514' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109208473433679424</id><published>2004-08-09T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T16:52:14.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've now mentioned both the Beatles and the Rolling Stones for each of the past 3 days. I'm surprised the ads at the top of the page haven't noticed this yet.I'll write about something else. I promise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109208473433679424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109208473433679424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109208473433679424' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109208419901213885</id><published>2004-08-09T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T16:43:19.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question: Is it just me, or are the Rolling Stones the most overrated band ever? I've been listening to my girlfriend's Stones cds today and think I spent more time hitting skip than I did actually sticking out a song. I can't take anymore. I just put on a Beatles disc instead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109208419901213885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109208419901213885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109208419901213885' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109195139609840626</id><published>2004-08-08T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T18:09:00.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VARIOUS ARTISTS The British Invasion: the History of British Rock (Rhino)For its first decade, rock and roll was essentially a one way conversation from America to whomever may have been listening. As 1964 rolled around, Great Britain made it known they were not only listening, but had a lot to say as well. Rhino Records compiled the British Invasion series to document the musical explosion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109195139609840626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109195139609840626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109195139609840626' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109174608157921914</id><published>2004-08-05T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T19:46:18.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In case you were looking for a time waster, the Smoking Gun has a collection of concert riders. I've only read a few, but here are some quick observations:1. The Rolling Stones are just as lame as I'd thought they be.2. Paul McCartney is even more pretentious than I've given him credit.3. Moby's rider isn't as annoying as Beatle Paul's, but he's still a loser. Come on, man, buy your own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109174608157921914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109174608157921914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109174608157921914' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109164487134274253</id><published>2004-08-04T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T14:41:11.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This looks pretty bad. Pitchfork is reporting that the upcoming Hollywood biopic of Ian Curtis will star Jude Law as the late Joy Division frontman and utilize Moby as a possible musical advisor for the film. The movie is based upon the book Touching From a Distance, which was written by Curtis' widow. I never even knew he was married -- he was only 23 when he killed himself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109164487134274253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109164487134274253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109164487134274253' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-10914034606130718</id><published>2004-08-01T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T19:41:09.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, Time Out NY is one step ahead of the free weeklies and has a very nice preview for the Archives Listening Project: "This edition's featured long player is the Flaming Lips' experimental opus Zaireeka, and the gang will be airing the album as nature intended, with all four cds playing simultaneously." Well put.Mike and I will be at Rififi (332 E 11 St, btwn 1st &amp; 2nd Aves) this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/10914034606130718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/10914034606130718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10914034606130718' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109095559150043390</id><published>2004-07-27T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:30:15.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, I wrote about public access tv shows. I watched another one last night which is worth checking out. Fearless Music features in studio performances by various local bands -- each band gets one song. It's on Monday nights at 8:30pm, Manhattan channel 35. On last night's show, I thought the Robbers on High Street, Two Gallants, and the Hong Kong were all pretty good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109095559150043390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109095559150043390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109095559150043390' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109087747795089454</id><published>2004-07-26T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T18:41:31.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOUL REBELS and the STOOGES @ Tipitina's (New Orleans LA) - July 16, 2004In case you don't know this already, New Orleans brass band music is very cool. I'd never really heard it before and didn't know what to expect when I showed up to the Battle of the Brass Bands at Tipitina's last weekend, but I left very impressed. Imagine hip hop crossed with a school marching band and you'll sort of have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109087747795089454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109087747795089454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109087747795089454' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602665.post-109087724260585786</id><published>2004-07-26T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T17:31:45.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Year of Slacking This site has now been cluttering the internet for more than one trip around the sun. Thursday marked the one year anniversary of my first post.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109087724260585786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602665/posts/default/109087724260585786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://executiveslacks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109087724260585786' title=''/><author><name>Peter </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08852654090882524053</uri><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></entry></feed>
