What Are We Gonna Do With All This Trash?: June 2011

June 30, 2011

Dance While You Can

It's the end of June, y'all. That means two things: it will soon be brutally humid and awful, and we're at the halfway point of the year. So, it's time for another music list!!! I know you love these. These are the records that have made 2011 awesome/bearable so far, in order of when I thought of them.

Lia Ices, Grown Unknown
Wye Oak, Civilian
Lykee Li, Wounded Rhymes
Tune-Yards, whokill
Mr. Dream, Trash Hit
Radiohead, King of Limbs
Panda Bear, Tomboy

The Mirah and Thao record is okay, I just got the WU LYF record and it's get better each time around, and I still haven't listened to the new records by Cults, Tennis, James Blake, or TV on the Radio. I'm sure they're all good. I'll get to them at some point. I also really, really like Twin-Hand Movement by Lower Dens, but that was released a year ago. I like being late to parties.

I've also been listening almost constantly to the new Beirut single, "East Harlem"/"Goshen". They're both really fucking great.

June 15, 2011

It Was the Best of Times, It Was the End of Times

Look at this shit, and honestly tell me that the world isn't coming to an end.

I'm not getting all Revelations-crazy or anything, but mother nature, at some point, is gonna pay us back for fucking up her atmosphere and oceans. And there ain't shit we can do about it.

So, yeah, there's a little sunshine for you to think about. You're welcome.

June 08, 2011

"Amos & Andrea: It Takes A Nation of Morons to Hold Us Swag"...

...if Asher Roth and Kreayshawn* ever went on tour together, that is what they should call it.

[Update: video of "Gucci Gucci" removed because I started getting angry just by seeing it at the top of the blog]

And since watching this video is more efficient at brain damage than most coat hanger lobotomies, I suggest you fortify whatever brain matter you have left by reading this, this, and this.

And to tell you the truth, the song is a bit catchy...much in the same way that the plague is catchy.

* = she's Odd Future approved, thank goodness!

A History Of Trash

Trash, at first, was a pretty cool guy. You know, he’d come over with some beers, and you’d hang out and have a couple of laughs. Maybe Trash brought some weed with him, and you guys tried to sync up Dark Side Of The Moon with The Wizard Of Oz until you remembered you lost your VHS copy of that movie sometime in college and that you fucking hate Pink Floyd. Good times were had, nonetheless.

But then, you don’t know what changed, but Trash started to overstay his welcome. He’d just linger for hours, never taking the hint you wanted him to leave, no matter how many times you yawned obnoxiously or mentioned how early you had to get up tomorrow. Trash just didn’t get it. You were getting older. You didn’t have the time anymore to stay up until 3 a.m. to talk about the Port season of “The Wire” or how much you miss Jawbox. Eventually, you just stopped taking Trash’s phone calls and no longer replied to his group e-mails about sneaking into abandoned mental hospitals.

Last time you saw Trash, he was smoking alone outside a local dive bar, looking down at his decaying and mismatched shoes. You hoped he had been doing well. You hoped he had not been hurt by the disintegration of your friendship. And if he had, you wanted to comfort him. You wanted to tell him that even though people move on with their lives, it doesn’t mean they stop caring. You wanted him to see in your eyes a sincere appreciation for the time you shared, because all the relationships in our lives help make us who we are, and even if you weren’t the best of friends anymore, you wanted him to know that there would always be a piece of Trash in your heart.

But instead, you looked away and crossed the street. You were with your new girlfriend, and you really didn’t want to have to explain Trash to her. She’d never understand.