Blog Recucetation

There is no fucking way thats how you spell that word. Anyways I thought I'd bring this here motherfuck back from the grave. Right now Im doing a 4 hr radio slot, from 1-5 in the morning. Its fun. Im a late night DJ kind of guy. A real "fuck you listeners, I'm doing this for me, so step the fuck off" kind of guy. You know, a personality DJ. A real asshole. Papa knows best.

So this is going to be a place for what now? I barely drum. My sticks are all fucked. I'm so over spending money on music gear, including sticks and strings. I'm all about spending money on making vinyl records, and sticking gas in a tank for tour (what do you think gas will cost this summer?) I'm about spending money on nothing, and working as little as possible. I'm all about wishing I hadn't signed a lease on RanchO for one more year (although sort of I'm cool with it) and just crashing like a fucking bum somewhere and not having rent to pay and sticking my shit in a storage unit. I've got so much shit, which is to say gear and furniture, and 1/3rd of a giant ancient TV. You know there is so much Vampire Weekend shit talk going around, and those guys are so obviously oblivious that I almost find the need to put my college degree and affluent, basically normal Jewish background into hiding for professional reasons. But fuck that, really, of course I wont really do that. A person is a person and if you treat people that way (aka respectfully) and do your best not to wear fucking polo shirts for your rock and roll cover shoot for Spin Magazine, hopefully you come out OK. I mean, Gibby Haynes went to college, how hard can it be to disown the whole thing, for real?

Side note: Bradford Cox is an art rocker because he wears a dress on stage? Jesus I haven't seen a band do that since....oh wait...Phish. Hmm...
I think I'm getting over the whole Deerhunter thing, which is weird because when Cryptograms came out I thought it was really, really like, the shit for real. Its not aging well, in fact, I dont even want to fucking listen to it. It gives me a gag reflex, which is bizarre. I have gotten that about records before and then come back to them. The one I can straight up think about is The new Pornographers first 2 records, which I listened the shit out of. Im even (totally shockingly) warmming to their 4th one, Challengers, which is really strange. I had listened to it in the store and was like "this sucks" but Daniel (my brother) wanted it and gave me the CD after he got the MP3s of it (kids these days). Its like A.C. Newman lite in a way, but also like Canadians in their 30s making records. I hope I never make records that sound like that, but for falling asleep, the whole losing interest thing works well. That's fucked up to write, but hey I call em like i see em (sorta).