Paint for people, not hippies.

Behold, a beautiful video of paint being flung in the air set to music. It is simply just that. Please appreciate this in a 'wow, that's really cool and well-crafted/I wish I had thought of that/the internet has some cool sh**' sort of way and not in a 'no way, man, I think I'm having an acid flashback/yeah, but you need to check out this VHS I have of Grateful Dead playing in Poland/man, I wish Phish would get back together/tie-dye' way. Thank you. Now, devour.

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Grand Archives

Dear Bloggers, if you don't already know the band Grand Archives then it is about time that you do. These guys are an incredible indie/folk rock band from Seattle, WA and have been my obsession for the last couple of days. I have included a link to one of their songs with this blog. Do yourself the biggest favor and listen to them. Personally, I have spent most of my listening energy on their self-titled album released in 2008. You may know the vocalist/genius behind the band, Mat Brooke, from Band of Horses. Apparently he decided that B o H was not his main focus and that an endeavor of his own was necessary. This birthed GA. Thank goodness for that. Open up your ear holes. Widen your minds. Close your doors. Turn out the lights. Enjoy.

http://listen.grooveshark.com/s/Sleepdriving/ZJ1bq

Cyndi Lauper and OMB

Just a couple of things to mention today. (1) There is no 'I' in team and there is no 'I' in Homer's Coffee House, but there is an 'I' in Cyndi and it turns out girls do just want to have fun. (2) There is no one on staff at a certain bank in a certain town who has any sort of authority or control and so you should never ask them to do anything for you because, what a shame, they cannot help you. Apparently it is a strict policy at this bank to assign job titles, desks, and name tags to a mass of people who get paid (with benefits) to answer phones and sweetly "assist" customers in getting no results. I'm not sure where the 'service' part of 'customer service' does play out, but I am sure of where it does not. On behalf of loyal bank customers who have been shelling their money into an institution for almost a decade and in return have received nothing but a metaphorical hammer to the checking-account-testicles, I would like to say, "Thank you, OMB. Thank you. Your indifference towards loyalty and your ignorance in the fields of both banking and customer service are greatly appreciated. My nuts thank you as well. Hopefully I can return the favor someday."

My Top Fives: round 1

I have decided to contribute to the ever-so-wonderful cause of High Fidelity-style top five lists. For the sake of my own sanity and indecisiveness, I reserve the right to edit these at any time. I will contribute my first list in about twenty minutes. If I don't go to the 7/11 and get a Dr. Pepper, I may die. To be continued...

I needs moneys

I'm poor. That's an understatement. Unfortunately for my GF and myself, this mid-twenties poverty will only transition into early-thirties poverty and then mid-thirties poverty and so on and so on. The upside to this financial situation is that I sleep at night. I can rest my oversized head on my undersized pillow and sleep soundly knowing that I'm doing the Lord's work and my riches are in heaven. Some of you scoff. Some of you shake your heads. Some of you can relate. Some of you hate me. Well, hate me now. Hate me now.

Aesop's Fables

If you have never listened to Aesop Rock then chances are you have been living under an a-hole rock. However, I am sure that there are some of you out there and this blog is for you, my sweet babies. There's not much to Aesop Rock, other than pure, raw talent and cocaine-level addicting beats with the addition of clever, intelligent rhymes. Also, did I mention raw talent? This dude has been making records for years and each one of them is worth your ear-holes' time in their own right. However, I would recommend starting with the Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives EP. Admittedly, this EP came along midway through Aesop's career, and his early stuff kicks some major underground ass, but Fast Cars is where this humble listener feels a good hip-hop artist became great. He truly comes into his own and his flow is simply too good to ignore. After saturating yourself in Rock's tasty jams found on Fast Cars, proceed to any and all albums that suit your fancy or you happen across. Personally, None Shall Pass is a favorite. Bottom line, get some Aesop Rock inside your cranium via your auditory canal. Holler

Hipster girls and Eric Clapton

First and foremost I would like to say that I fully understand that not a single soul is following me on this blog and that this lack of blog-flock will in no way keep me from posting, even if the posts are sporadic in date and subject. Consistency will have to come some other time.

That being said, shall we move on to the pressing issues of the day? I think so. First, Hipster Chicks. Love 'em. Hard. You should know that I am a one woman man and I have found that one woman. You should also know that I can still appreciate a beautiful woman with a great sense of style and a "Pre-Law-be-damned" mentality. Kansas City is a hub for twenty-somethings who spent their high-school days in the lowest level hell that is suburbia and then moved into the city (on their parents' dollar) and submerged themselves into predictable record shops, coffee houses much like the one I am currently sitting in, and a variety of vegan/vegetarian/middle-eastern/organic restaurants. Now, understanding that sentence length in no way serves to better a point, let's pick at this thought for a minute. I feel that everyone, some more so than others, is on their own existential journey. If you're not learning something new about yourself and your world everyday then you're probably not awake. And for some people, this journey leads them into this Ten-Speed/Skinny Jean subculture the same way other people end up wearing Docker's and working for Wyndham---gross. For a long time I felt that the hipster culture was a pretentious one. Because it is. However, I discovered that, because everyone is on their own journey and ever-changing life stages are inevitable, this hipster phase is probably the best case scenario. Why? Because girls look Cute-pocolypse in skinny jeans, pearls, scarves, Jackie O-esque hairstyles, and thick-rimmed glasses. Girls look Slut-a-tron in Uggs, sweatpants, sorority tanks, fake tans, and bleached hair with black roots. That's simple science. So, to sum up: twenty-five year olds dressed like Twiggy, smoking after church, driving Volvos, and living entirely off their daddy's check book while they "explore the poorer sides of the city and get in touch with their artistic sides" is justified by fashion and good looks.

Also, Clapton rules.