Dragonflake

love thy neigh-purr

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 01:00:34 -0700

i love doods

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 00:57:17 -0700

haunted haus

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 00:55:07 -0700

bubbleland is a magical place

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 00:51:35 -0700

pound

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 17:43:09 -0700

prik

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 17:40:27 -0700

rich

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 18:47:41 -0700

04 - Warheads

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 18:41:53 -0700

02 - The Lonely Ant

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 18:35:13 -0700

duh2luvsofmylife

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 00:34:09 -0700

i dont really like the colors in this "pic"

art show

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 20:35:22 -0700

people were talking really loudly while i was playing right here. i hate that.

kittyyy!

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 20:35:17 -0700

not incapacitated

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 22:15:21 -0700

psychomania!

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 22:15:19 -0700

sea bottom one

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 22:15:17 -0700

mint ee

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 22:12:59 -0700

Crunch_Point.ip

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 18:50:45 -0800

The Persona of Cars or "Why I Cried While Blasting Beirut's 'Postcards from Italy' in Downtown Chicago in the Middle of a War Protest"

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 22:16:29 -0700

It always seemed funny to me when people inside a car got really mad for not being able to go faster than they wanted to. You look in the rearview mirror, no one's going anywhere, there's traffic in front of you, and there she is: that blasted woman in a Chevy Suburban, her eyebrows so furrowed they're almost touching her chin. The cars in front finally end their halt and get to that speed where it's probably not safe to tail them too closely. So you're going about the same speed as everyone else and there she still is: she's tailing you so hard you can see that delicate line that so defines aforementioned furrowed brow. She's riding your ass worse than a string bikini two or three days after you've showered. You try really hard to ignore her, but she's waving her hand around like there's something wrong with you. Now she's pounding the dashboard with her fists... now her head. This display is so copiously over-the-top that you break a smile and can't help but watch her, even go a bit slower just to make her more mad. When she finally passes you, on the right of course, just barely missing the corner of your car, you think for a second about gunning it, but you decide it's not worth it. It ends up being completely worth it to stay where you are because you catch up to her at the very next stoplight without passing anybody. Is being ahead the most important thing in the world to this person? Just the very notion of being stuck behind anyone, or thing for that matter (a car in this case), irritated the very soul of this person. Today on my way home from Hyde Park, I decided to stay on LSD instead of heading over to 90/94 via 55 South. I hadn't driven this route in a very long time. It's the middle of the day on a Sunday. I knew there would be traffic; tourist traffic probably, the most annoying kind of traffic; the kind that doesn't quite know where it is going half the time. I also knew that I might get impatient at this because my kitty was at home with no food. However, the traffic on the way there was almost as ridiculous as being stuck in traffic downtown during this period in the year, so I figured 'what fuck' and I went for it. Even before I hit Roosevelt Road I was in for it. Five lanes of traffic, with on-ramps on both sides. Oh boy, this would be interesting. Minutes drooled by and I finally came upon Jackson and turned left and after a couple of blocks I was forced to turn right onto Michigan Avenue. I waited at the light for a green right arrow. I couldn't see around the corner. "Holy shit I am really in for it" I thought to myself, picturing swarms of pedestrians, horse-drawn carriages, people in wheelchairs crossing the huge avenue. It had taken me probably ten minutes just to get those two blocks between LSD and Michigan. I felt anxious and ready for a long wait. Whatever I had to drive through, this would be the ultimate test in patience. I finally take my right turn and lo and behold! what dost mine eyes beholde? Iraq war protesters! Indeed this was a blessing! If there was anything in the world that I want to be caught in the middle of it's a good war protest! I wished that I could get out of my car with them, maybe stand on my car and yell with them, maybe block all the traffic on this whole street just to do something drastic and different for them. I couldn't do it though, my heart was leaping out of my shirt as I honked my horn for them. Is this all I'm capable of doing for them? Honking my horn? How about stop driving so much. I probably wouldn't have driven today if my bike chain hadn't gotten stuck so hard yesterday. So many things I wanted to say when I see people doing that. Things like "thank you for being HERE right now!" and "it's great to see you out here!" and actually MEANING it, while not even knowing any of them. I wanted the protesters to be in the street blocking everybody. I wanted to just sit there in my car with them, just for a little while and blast music in the street. No, they didn't do it. They were too orderly. I didn't see any cops anywhere though. I truly wanted to see disorder at that point because I knew it would be completely harmless. I knew it would make me feel better about not being here with them, caring more about my cat. I drove on with 'Postcards from Italy' still blasting out of all my windows, waiting at another light at Monroe Street. The song had just started to really wail, the trumpets and other horns were chiming in. I sat and waited at the light, the stereo very loud at this point. I got to Randolph Street and turned left. There were a lot of people on the sidewalks, all of them hearing this song. I could've sworn I saw at least a dozen people start smiling when I looked over at them. I looked at everybody, I just couldn't help it! What the hell were we all doing here with this horrible war in our pockets? Oh just walking around in Chicago, oh just driving home from Hyde Park with the money I need to get food for my kitty. We are all so uncannily comfortable with everything that we do. It was kind of dangerous what I was doing, driving around and looking at people's faces when I should be watching the road. I couldn't help it though because I love that song so much and it just makes me want to look at people who are hearing it, maybe hearing it for the first time. Where are we headed together? I felt like I was going to cry. I felt irresponsible and this song became like a lullaby.

OOIOO !!!! review of last night's show at empty bottle

Thu, 22 Mar 2007 14:31:26 -0700

I had not actually heard the 5-piece until last week and it was only a brief snippet of the tail-end of one song. Nonetheless, I had heard of the band and heard that it was started by the drummer from the Boredoms. So I called in when the DJ on WNUR announced he was giving away tickets to the third caller. I won them by default (I had called the wrong station.. I have a lot of them programmed into my phone in case I ever absolutely have to know about a track... I finally realized my error and dialed correctly, if you can even call that dialing on a cell phone, it's almost like dialing doesn't even exist anymore, it's more like computing). We get to the door and there seems to be a line so even though I'm on the guest list I get a little worried that we won't get in. Not to worry though, we get in just fine and the opener hasn't started; didn't actually start until around 10:30; a bit late, but we figured it was worth waiting. Robert Lowe of Lichens played a short, meditative set that seemed made up on the spot. I questioned the appropriateness of an opener that plays entrancingly mellow guitar explorations. It made me feel like sitting down after a short time and I did. The Lichens set ended, and after about a half and hour five women draped in various white ragdoll garb (the drummer with a silver circle cut-out taped to her chest) took their places on stage. With a few squeals of delight from the audience, the frontwoman announced the band although it almost sounded more like a question or a microphone test in a light Japanese accent: "...we are OOIOO?" The set was amazing and gratifying to say the least. All of the songs are dance-able if you pare them down, but some have been complexified by off time signatures, one track switching back and forth from 7/8 to 4/8 time and thoroughly confusing the audience as to how they should be dancing to it. Many of the songs featured trade-off vocal shouts and trademark Japanese squeaks and hollers often heard in the popular indie rock bands Deerhoof and Asobi Sexsu. The only thing that OOIOO could possibly need is a hype-woman. Their cuteness and fun demeanor could stand to be perfectly tied-together by that cute Japanese cheerleader that prances around on and off stage to get more people to dance and have more fun. Other than that, they posses impeccable balance with each other; no one is trying to stand out or show off at all which makes all of the elements blend perfectly. I highly reccomend you find a copy of the new album Taiga (or any of their albums for that matter) and go see them next time they come to town.