posted by: Sam & audra
audra: well, well, well…someone is back from his blog sabbatical.
Sam: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re excited. Where the fuck have I been? Your guess is as good as mine. I’m lame, and I know it… but I’m here now. With Gramps Bowie in tow. We’ve got Low on right now. I just watched a documentary on the Bio channel about David Bowie. It made me hungry for something from the Berlin trilogy. Low it is. God, I love this album. “Sound and Vision“?? Come on…
audra: duh-licious. man, what was with him storing all his bodily fluids in jars? anywayz…yeah, i think low is really under-appreciated. i like it more every time i listen to it. a 1977 bowie; a bit mature, but still young & tight. and even better now that we recently(!) learned that he was living with uncle iggy during his berlin period.
Sam: Young and tight… I remember those days. It really is a great record. How can you go wrong with something that David Bowie, Iggy Pop & Brian Eno all had their hands on? And all the synth goodness?! Come on. You had me at helLOW. Oh snap!
audra: oh SNAP! jesus. but really, i think low could be released tomorrow & sound totally new. that doesn’t happen very often! talk about sound & vision…
Sam: Ok, ok… Thin Lizzy. You’re welcome.
audra: yesssssss!!! sigh. jesus christ, i love them. i really, really do. jailbreak. more sighs! phil lynott has this like, juicy voice or something about him. delicious. like he’s a wet-kisser — but not in a gross way. like he has a healthy appetite for sex. i don’t know. something about his voice just says, i give good head.
Sam: He sounds like a young Elvis Costello to me. Only dirtier, and sexier, and black. I bet his lizzy isn’t very thin.
audra: i bet you’re right. he IS sort of elvis costello-y! like el ripped off his glasses, fro’d his hair out & drank some cheap beer. mmm, cowboy song. i have a real soft spot for this one! it starts out embarrassing, but it’s just so fucking good! comforting. same with romeo and the lonely girl we heard earlier. phil has a certain sadness to his voice…i think that’s why i like it; sort of like i just want to scoop him up, wrap a blanket around him & tell him that he won’t always be a tortured artist. oh em gee! i think i hear little kristen hersh & her throwing moooses…
Sam: Funny, when I was little I totally thought ‘Muses” was pronounced ‘Mooses’. Fucking hell. Throwing Muses were a major part of my youth. Especially this record, University. It came out when I was 14 or 15 and has been one of my favorite albums ever since. It makes me feel hot & sweaty and a little anxious. Just like being 15. Hearing lines like, “I’ll start at his knees, and end in his dreams” kind of fucked me up back then… but clearly, it fucked me up in a good way… right?!
audra: wild! this fits perfectly in with my fantasy of nursing phil lynott: right after the tortured artist statement i made to him, he turned to me & cooed, “…and i think i need a little poi-son”. what a drama queen.
Sam: Drama queen, indeed.
audra: this is a good record. it took me awhile to warm up to kristen’s voice, but once i did, i loved it. she’s what stevie nicks would be if she were young & making alternative music in the 90s. right?!
Sam: Ooh, good call. I’ve loved her forever. I think she is incredible. Doesn’t she live in Portland now? What ever happened to 50 Ft. Wave?? OMG! “Teller” is on. This shiz if my favorite song on the whole album. It is fucking incredible. For real. “after all this is over, this is over after all“…
audra: i forgot about 50 foot wave! whatevs. i’m actually surprised we haven’t run into her around town yet. ooookey, so, i just picked garbage verson 2.0. i was 17 or 18 when it was released…and i swear to you, if it weren’t for garbage & tori amos, i totally would have slit my wrists in high school. so dramatic! listening to it now, it’s hardly deep or anything, but it spoke to me in a way only a mizundastood 17 year old head could understand.
Sam: It certainly wasn’t that important to me back then, but I like it. A lot. I saw them for the first time (out of three total) in 1998. It was amazing. It was at a mini festival at the Memorial Coliseum with The Flys (shudder!), Cake (shudder!), Soul Coughing, Violent Femmes and Sugar Ray (shudder!)… it was an accoustic set and it totally melted my face.
audra: word. man, sugar ray. i saw them when they were nobodies at the fairgrounds in the tri-cities! the bassist totally liked me. we were leaning on the stage. sigh. anyway! back to the topic at hand: garbage. verson 2.0 fondly remind me of heartbreak, not washing my hair [ever], fishnets, knee-high platform boots & dresses from hot topic. and i remember writing all the lyrics out to you look so fine out in my journal. those were the days.
Sam: Gross. Dirty hair & Hot Topic?? Sick! This record reminds me of moving to Portland and being on my own for the first time… Living in a gross, damp, moldy basement apartment… yuck! I think it’s time to put the ipod on shuffle, yes?
audra: yes!! first song betsey ipod picked: way out yeah yeah yeahs from show your bones. lovely. this is actually one of my very favorite songs the yyys have ever done! i really love how karen delivers the fits around me so tight! part. goosey bumps every time!
Sam: Me too. It makes me hard. God I love them. Ooh, Thom Yorke. And It Rained All Night… this song reminds me of the beach. We went right after this record was released. We listened to it the whole way there, druing the stay, and the whole way back… have we listened to it since??
audra: actually…i listen to it pretty often. just bits of it here & there. jealous? ookey, see you, depeche mode. it’s fun. what year is this? early. it’s good. so fun, so faggy.
Sam: Early 80’s… I have no idea the exact year. The beer has ruined my brain tonight. “don’t you know that it’s true. All I want to do is, see you“. Ooh, “hips like Cinderella…” I hear Pixies!! …and it was over as fast as it came. It’s little Stevie!
audra: but back to tame quickly…i love that shit so much. that song in particular. i once had a [redacted] who hated the pixies, and really hated that song. she thought frank was saying “pain” & thought it was really subversive. in a bad way. what an idiot! we don’t speak anymore. anyway, i was made to love you! only our ipod could follow pixies up with stevie wonder. let’s quail in the wonder. next!
Sam: “Cooooooonquest“… Patti Page! Delicious. This a fucking brilliant song. Even though the White Stripes tried to ruin it, it held its own. It’s a ferocious song. It sounds kind of pretty, but unless you want your dick bitten off, I wouldn’t mess with it!
audra: word! k. mr. mystery by fabienne delsol. i adore her work! for real. she brings a real retro feel to her music like you’re stuck in paris, 1963, eating from street vendors & wishing pierre would hurry the fuck up & take you to get your absinthe fix.
Sam: Now we’re on to Thieves Like Us “Program of the First Part“… I have to admit, I will like your band almost instantly if you’re named after a New Order song… and they deliver. This shiz is good. Real good.
audra: agreed. i like them very much…dancey, but cool dancey. a drunken, drug-induced trip to babylon — after-hours.
Sam: “The ceiling is moving“… yes! PJ Harvey! When under Ether. Fuck. I love this song. This is a sexy song. It’s a little somber, but fucking hot. I wannt to strip down and touch myself. This is going kind of fast… while Audra messes with her garter belt, we’re on to Snowden “Like Bullets“. Sexy.
audra: that shit is pissing me off. the one time i really want to wear a garter belt & the back right thigh won’t stay fastened. fuck it. my hand are cramping & i’m tired of messing with it. hat is off, too. jesus christ! anyway, snowden is awesome. i fucking love them. terribly underrated, they are! this isn’t one of my favorite tracks from them, but still good nonetheless! perfect first song. just perfect. next!
Sam: Donovan. “Season of the Witch”. Just take that damn belt off. All you do is witch, witch, witch.
audra: witching is my game, baby.
Sam: Witchy woman. I hate that song. Glad it’s not on the ipod.
audra: i hate that song too. gross. what’s next? shall we skip ahead? greek song by rufus wainwright. i think it’s hilarious that my mom loves this record. you turn me on, the girl is gone, so come on…
Sam: If she only knew… I love this record. And this song. The only thing that really bothers me though, is the line “I will dream in Barnes & Nobles“. Nobles? I hate it when people tack an ‘s’ onto things. It’s Barnes & Noble, stupid. Oh God, The Jesus and Mary Chain “Head On“… more like hard on.
audra: yep. so good. except, we need to re-add this to the ipod…it starts skipping right towards the end…riiiight about….yeah. there it goes.
Sam: Yessss!! “Pass the Hatchet” by The Godzillas. I fucking love this song. 60’s girl pop makes my pants tight and weak in the knees. This song makes me want to host a naked dance party… wow, short song. We’re now on to “Sleepwalking” by 120 Days. Nom nom nom nom, to quote a great friend (whose b*irthday happens to be today… HAPPY BIRTHDAY, b*!!!)… “I want to eat each and everyone of their asses”… word!
audra: thanks. thanks for taking not one, but TWO songs! damn! why you always saltin’ my game?! but yes, happy b*day, b! we heart you real hard. on to brigitte bardot & serge gainsbourg comic strip. it’s good, but embarrassing… SHEBAM! POW! BLOP! WIZZ! jesus christ.
…mmkay, whilst sam laces my corset (for real! my new plan is to train my waist tiny with a corset like dita), we’ll do pale blue eyes by the velvet underground. this is slow…but…..okay i’m panicking! you tied it in a KNOT?! bow. bow! it’s supposed to be in a bow! i can’t breathe!
Sam: How the fuck was I supposed to know? All I know is you have to get that shit tight and make it stay… and I did. Jesus! I got the knot out. Cool out. Everything is fine. What is funny is the almost-meltdown you just had was set to such a mellow song. Gawd… more Snowden for you…
audra: well, it WAS scary! i thought you’d have to cut it off of me like a car accident victim. anyway, yes yes yes yes! between the rent & me. if we investigated how many times it’s been played…it would no doubt embarrass me to the point of tinkling myself. i LOVE this song. what do you think i am, the smoke in your clothes? now when i walk in the room you know its all i can do to stare at the floor and not to look at you. sigh. crush 101 right there!
Sam: Oh. bloody. hell. We’re onto The Horrors “Who Can Say“. I fucking love this band. Even with the new “fucked by Depeche Mode” sound… it’s brilliant. The Shangri-La’s meets Jesus and Mary Chain mid-section of the song makes me want to fucking die. It’s too good for words. It may be the best break up song ever. Get away…. OMG, b*… it’s your b-day and you are ALL OVER our ipod tonight. Death From Above 1979 just came on…
audra: it IS the best break up song ever! yes! ohhh….death from above. romantic rights. i don’t need you, i want you. yum. wait! violet! and the sky was made of amethyst…
Sam: Hole. “Violet“. You’re turning violet, violet! Arguably, Live through This is my favorite-fucking-record-of-all-time. I can recite every goddamn word, and love every second of it. Audra mentioned earlier how Tori & Garbage got her through the “misunderstood” years… this was my record. This reeks of my youth. Jesus, I am totally having a Goonies moment right now.
audra: uh oh. ANOTHER b song…for real! this is getting gross! it reminds me of the first or second time we hung out with her. placebo post blue. it’s in the water, baby. this is your birthday present, love! i break the back of love for you.
Sam: “Eau d’ Bedroom Dancing” Le Tigre… This song reminds me of when I first met Audra. Young & dumb. The hours spent drinking cheap gin & coffee at Java Bay… oh, boy…
audra: yeah. but not together. gross. separately. okay, LAST CALL! the handshake mgmt. a good last song for the eve. or at least for the blog. god knows we’ll be up past 3 with drunken antics! i have mixed feelings for mgmt. the good parts are really good, and the bad parts are really bad. they have a song that sounds like the flaming lips. and i fucking HATE the flaming lips! hate! ugh! they are SO GROSS! anyway. i digress. mgmt. this is a decent song; one part arcade fire, one part little kids choir, mix with hallucinogenic drugs & shake. handshake. ha.
Sam: In grand tradition of last call with me, I will sneak one more in… Gene Pitney “Town Without Pity“… oi vey! Talk about sexy. “Talk about problems…” fucking hell. I promise you this, I will rave about this song just as much sober. Take that. That means I love it and I know what I am talking about…
…and that means I love you too. We could go on forever, lovers. We need to call it a night… even though Murder City Devils “Dancin’ Shoes” just came on. That means business. G’night, babies. Lurves you all!!
audra: word. i’m done. out of wit & cleverness…not that i had the much at the beginning of the eve to start with! whatevs! until next time, my sweets. we love you long time. sweet dreamers, my little creamers!