titled

this post is also about the Joanna Newsom record

So between replaying the Milk-Eyed Mender (it turns out that the middle section is really quite good in spite of my total lack of patience for anything that happens there), Ys, and every Van Dyke Parks record I can get ahold of, I started reading up on the forthcoming Joanna Newsom album that was premiered this spring, was supposed to come out this fall, but didn’t, given that no record came out and “New record out fall 2008 on Drag City” became “TBA” and the fall tour is an Australian summer tour instead (with Jens Lekman and Robert Forster opening one of the dates, which will likely be pretty wonderful).

But the new Joanna Newsom record is apparently done, “more down to earth,” less string-heavy, and it “might be a triple album.” From anyone else I’d be pretty displeased with the idea of a triple album, but for some reason I’m really not bothered by this at all. Only being able to work in 7-10 minute song structures must be a nuisance for everyone involved, especially whoever ends up laying out the 3LP (6LP?) version, and whoever’s willing to spend however much a 3LP (6LP?) set costs new in 2010.

this post is about wedding music nausea

My mate’s a wedding DJ, and he’s been given an indie setlist for this weekend. Which one is the best/ most weddingy?

this post is about a dream terror rodeo

I slept for three hours last night; most of the time before that was squandered somehow. Every thirty minutes in those three hours, from what I can recall, I woke from the same dream in which I couldn’t stop bleeding out of my mouth. Around nine or so I actually did need to get up, but at that point I was terrified of moving for fear of getting blood all over everything around me. Good work, dreams!

this post contains a text message I read over a stranger's shoulder

at the Mountain Goats tonight:

“Remember that really drunk dude at Stephen Malkmus who really wanted to hear one percent of one? He was pretty cool.”

#guccicollective

cureforbedbugs:

Join the #guccicollective game on Twitter — M.I.A. has described her new album as a mix between Gucci Mane and Animal Collective, so me ‘n’ Alex O. (in italics) figured out what it would sound like (“deedly-dee-deedly-dee” dream-dissolve):

“Ice like BRRR, livin’ in an igloo, got adobe sluts I call my girls, who I did, too.”

“Who could win a rabbit, mane, who could win a chicken, who can slice it fatter, mane, call it finger-lickin’”

“Keep findin’ these rocks, you can call me a geologist, fuck with Gucci you gon’ need a proctologist.”

“Open up open up open up your throat, honey. Sucks that daddy’s gone, but brother Gucci gets that sports money.”

“Your girl on my dick like my Aston Martin ride, Gucci Mane’s peacebone adjusts her insides”

“You fuckin’ with a leaf house, I’m fuckin’ with a trap house, goofy motherfuckers too fruity like Mickey Mouse”

“Gucci dressed tight in those summertime clothes. Gettin’ sex so tight from them summertime hos.”