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Thank you Chad, for reminding me that I still have the capacity to enjoy industial.
I’m going to call it: Best Album Title of 2002 belongs to Ass Coffee for their much acclaimed, If Your Face Were On Fire, I’d Put It Out With a Sickle.
Richard Allen over at Silent Ballet reviews the album with precision and prescience.
What did you expect, lads? You submitted an album for review that came out eleven years ago (Compound the Fracture/Coil Unwind) along with one that came out seven years ago (If Your Face Were On Fire, I’d Put It Out With a Sickle), possibly hoping to get attention for your new album, due out in 2008 (oops). The first album is out of print, and the second is only available from one venue. If there’s download information, it’s extremely well hidden. Your website is nearly blank. And you’re called Ass Coffee.
Dr. Dan was swell and bailed me out with a letter of recommendation, so in return, I’ve made him a few mix CDs – my specialty. I see them as soundtrack for before, during, and after a visit to the dentist’s office.
Before?
During?
After?
A few year end music lists that are important to me.
Nowlikephotographs has played their top twenty-four of 2008 episode. Here’s the playlist and the streamed episode.
The Silent Ballet has also released The Top 50 Releases of 2008 as well as 30 albums that specifically contribute to electronic music circles.
Two unique additions to the ever-inspiring user-generated World Wide Web 2.0.
1) Cell-phone novels:
In the winter fiction issue of The New Yorker magazine, Dana Goodyear writes about a hot trend in the Japanese publishing industry: cell-phone novels. This is a medium largely created by pseudonymous, young Japanese girls and the end result is somewhere in between LOLcats syntax and community-theatre-Juliet-drama; albeit typically drawn from a nearly silenced group of people and often rooted in heart-breaking experience. Don’t worry, however, Quillpill and Textnovel will provide the same service to creative would-be American novelists, 140 characters at a time.
EDIT: As commented by Stan Soper, the founder of the Textnovel website, submissions can be as long as you would like if you choose to update your novel with an MMS-equipped phone, with e-mail, or just through your web-browser.
This is an excerpt from a cell-phone story written by Ramsey called “The Dark Side of Love”, filed within the category ‘romance’:
Lying on the sofa and surfing through the channels she had no real interest in, Lauren finally let herself think what it wanted to think.
So she had behaved badly, abominably. She wasn’t proud of herself but it seemed that every time she had an encounter with her father and his family this evil streak in her couldn’t seem to contain itself. It just wanted to lash out and hurt them like that had hurt her.
Closing her eyes a single tear leaked out. She hugged the pillow tightly and squeezed back the rest of the tear.
She would not cry! She-would-not-cry!
So caught up in her own reverie Lauren didn’t hear the phone ringing until it started to ring the second time. She took a moment to gather herself before went to answer it.
She heard Professor Curtin on the other side. “Hello, Professor,” she said.
“Lauren, I have bad news,” said Curtin brusquely.
“What’s it?” Her tone turned sharp by the amount of stress she was under lately and the abruptness of his voice.
“The Board has decided to stop funding our project now.”
“What? Why?” Lauren was thrown into bewilderment. How could this happen after what they had just discovered? She said so to the professor and heard him took a deep sigh.
Unfortunately, the project is yet unfinished and we, the nail-biting audience, do not discover what Lauren does about her lack of funding or what sexual positions the Professor prefers.
2) Oh Jesus
So when I was at Karl and Asta’s on Friday night we happened across the AFI website, only to find a contest for fans to win a chance for practicallylikestardom. Favorites:
“German is another one of those big things in my life.” Also, check out the wicked ollie.
“College is way better than high school . . . and middle school.”
While working at the register at Barnes & Noble today, I met Nick Cave. No, not that one. He just happened to be named Nick Cave, and also from Australia. Also, he reassured me that Cave is not a typical last name in any part of Australia. He did, however, boast that he talked his way out of a $450 phone bill by pretending he was Nick Cave, which he is.