Is it the size, or the shape?

Or the pounding bassline?

10 points if you know the episode.

Anyways, speaking of bassline, Alex and I were jammin last night, and we had this opening bassline stuck in our heads like

dundundundundundundundun dodododod dndndndn

And we could not remember for the life of us what song it was from, but we knew that it was something we had heard before, and many a time. So we sat for a good twenty minutes, she with her thinking cap on, and me going "It's a wrock song, I know it is! No maybe it's Weezer. No, the Pixies. No, it has to be wizard rock."

And while she eventually found that she had been thinking of The Kaiser Chiefs "When we were young" this did not wholly sate my curiosity.

But this morning I realized it was the opening baseline from Wizard Chess by Harry and the Potters.

Ha! Take that, world!

We also wrote the best/most obnoxious song ever. It is called "Saturday Service." It's about the bus.

I hope some day that I can post it for your listening displeasure.

Self Deprecation: Learn it, Love it.

Have you ever found something that's meant to be humorous, except it reflects you so accurately that it's really just sad?

Long story short, (Short story shorter) I was browsing the latest McSweeney's Lists and I found this:

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Titles of Love Songs I Would Write for People Like Me.
BY KATHY SALERNO
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"A Friend Again, Naturally"

"Hopelessly Inexperienced Sexually"

"Mind Boyfriend's Back"

"Wishing, Hoping, Checking Your MySpace Relationship Status"

"Never Gonna Ask You Out, Never Gonna Make My Move"

"Give Me Just a Little More Time (By Then You'll Surely Be Dating Someone Else)"

"Are You That Anybody?"

"Let's Give Them Something to Prove I'm Straight"

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Har Har.

In other news, I am still CD-Mix crazy! After Monday, when the Writ203 swap is complete, I will post the tracklistings for my two mixes, and possibly pics of the cover art as well. (Ooh la la)

Am still working on my mix for the SA Mix-CD Swap. I was going for mellow but it seems to be coming off a bit depressing. I tried to kick it up in the middle with some Weezer but alas, there may be further revamping required. It's going to be headed for some lucky fellow in Tennessee, and I don't want to bum him out.

Good Morning

I thought that I would post a poem. I'm not usually a big poetry fan (aside from Dorothy Parker) but I wrote this for the poetry section of Writ 100, and I found it last night as I was puttering through my files. It nicely sums up my feelings about knitting, and the catharsis therein. Hurrah!
It gets a bit "salty salty tears of pain and angst" at the end.
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Yarn Tales

i'm knitting a story
each row is a sentence
each thread is a word
and i am the writer.

i'm repenting
in brightly colored wool
and as i slide my stitch
a sin, over
from one needle to the other
i am absolved.

each quick click is a feeling,
a plotline, a character
woven out of me, slid past
the plastic taptapping
a clear cathartic rhythm,
exorcising my demons
and trapping them
in knotted cotton holes

i'm knitting my biography
my mistakes, my words, my sins,
into something i can wear
instead of feel
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HarHar, poetry! What is the deal with bears. Anyways.

I have something else for you too. Something you won't necessarily want.

Here are two (poor) covers of songs that may or may not be about me in the first place.
(I'm 99% sure they are not)

Dear sirs,
I am sorry that I broke your songs.

Look, all I can tell you is that when I woke up at 3 a.m., and couldn't sleep, and needed something to do so that I could, at a later time, actually get to sleep, this was hilarious.

The Violent Puffskeins

Howdy. Two posts in one day. My my, I am a-bloggin'.

I just thought I should point out where I currently stand in the wide world of Wizard Rock.
After several failed bands and poorly-thought out concepts, I am now one-half of Punk-Wrock band 'The Violent Puffskeins.'

We play loud, we wrock hard, and we tear up the establishment. Our music is inspired mostly by The Ramones. If one is curious about the mostly-false history of the band, it can be found at Alex's blog.

However, it is unfortunate that before we can truly delve into the great wealth of Pottery that awaits us, there are several important things I must do:

-Purchase an electric guitar. I am told that one can buy a reasonably priced Epiphone at Long and McQuade, and I am also told that I want to buy an Epiphone so damn, I will have to get on that. If anyone has any advice for my Guitar-Buyery, please do chime in.

-Learn to play Ramones-style punk guitar. Currently can only do passable folk guitar. This must change. Especially if our wrock cover of 'Rockaway Beach' is ever to properly take off.

-Not listen to the Ramones when so I'm tired that, during the song "Glad to see you go" I do not mistake the line 'Gonna take a chance on her' for 'Gonna take a jizz on her.'

-Figure out how to create a decent bassline using music software. I've got drums down okay but the bass guitar still eludes me.

And those are things I must do. Woo!

In other news, this post seems unproductive, so here is a songy:

I made this up for a jam session with my brother and his roomies. It is about them, because they live in a loft, play RockBand, and sometimes seagulls poop on their skylight.

Loft Song for Loft-Livers

I would just like to preface (postface?) this, and any other music post, with the fact that I really enjoy playing music and making up ditties, though I am aware I am not very good.
I find that the way I enjoy my own music equates to how some people enjoy the smell of their own (if you'll excuse my crudeness) flatulence.

My head feels like a massive pulsating citrus fruit.
Adieu.

Rebels in the Night

There comes a point in every friendship where you realized you are wearing the exact same socks, and that it is weird, because you already have so much in common. When that point is reached, it is only natural to collaboratively write a song about it.

From up-and-coming Indie band, "Rebels in the Night," please enjoy our first single: 'The Same Socks'

Hey, Listen!

That's Rebels in the Night,
With Alison on Guitar,
and Meg on Small Tupperware Container Full of Rice.
We are artists!
Unfortunately, if we don't want to die of starvation during our next spurt of writer's block, we will be out one maraca.