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Sunday, September 28, 2008
Barack out with your Barack out!
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Carrboro Music Festival-turn down the suck.
While reading the Indy at breakfast yesterday...afternoon, Kristy and I stumbled upon (old) news of the Carrboro Music Festival. A full day of bands at 23 individual venues all over the "city" (bustling metropolis that it is). A little excited, a little apprehensive from past disappointments, we decided to check it out today. Even though every band has an off-putting and 99% of the time, fucking STUPID name, maybe we just don't know. There are so many local bands here and being new to the area there's really no way for us to know if "Johnny and the Bent Weiners" are any good. Whoops.
Parking wasn't terrible which was surprising since they'd closed down some major intersections. Okay. Fine. We parked at our bank downtown and decided to walk the length of the festival to get a feel for what was going on. Ten blocks or so...no music. Really? With venues both indoors and outdoors all over town, there wasn't a single band playing. We walked for close to a half an hour without hearing any music, save some bad european sounding electronica pumping through a restaurants sound system. Awesome scheduling, guys. Every festival I've ever been to employs a rotation of music. I guess no one else noticed though, because hippies everywhere were hoola-hooping to a silent soundtrack and rando hipsters were smiling into the oppressive sun in painted on jeans and Ray Bans.
We heard two bands play during our two hour stay in Carborro. The first was a group of 30-somethings playing competent but boring funk on a porch. Decent amount of people crowded around. Funk..right. Unless Parliament or the Meters are on stage, you can save it. Please. The second was a 3rd wave ska band covering The Violent Femmes. I've heard the Violent Femmes cover the Violent Femmes for the last ten years so this seemed especially unnecessary and redundant. I only hope they were teenagers. Bad ska bands are only acceptable if the mistake to be in one is made in your youth (testify).
You'd think in a town that collectively forcefully and constantly perpetuates the notion that it's still a bastion for good, homegrown music things could be run better or at least there'd be something beyond "Americana" everywhere you turned (a genre that people down here associate with almost anyone who doesn't step on a Big Muff. I guess if you have a southern accent and don't listen to At The Gates, you can play Americana). The more time I've spent in this area the more I'm really starting to believe that it only sustains itself through it's kinda storied past. The history of the now-defunct bands that made Chapel Hill an Athens, Portland, Seattle, Boston, one of these supplemental culture-capitals is all that drives bands to tour here, kids to show up at venues in big numbers. It feels like a duty, both for the residents and for those visiting. And the problem, I think, is this: Chapel Hill and Carrboro have no balls. Really. That's it.
Anyhow, this has turned into a rant and really, I just wanted to seperate the next post from the previous one. I still love you, North Carolina.
Parking wasn't terrible which was surprising since they'd closed down some major intersections. Okay. Fine. We parked at our bank downtown and decided to walk the length of the festival to get a feel for what was going on. Ten blocks or so...no music. Really? With venues both indoors and outdoors all over town, there wasn't a single band playing. We walked for close to a half an hour without hearing any music, save some bad european sounding electronica pumping through a restaurants sound system. Awesome scheduling, guys. Every festival I've ever been to employs a rotation of music. I guess no one else noticed though, because hippies everywhere were hoola-hooping to a silent soundtrack and rando hipsters were smiling into the oppressive sun in painted on jeans and Ray Bans.
We heard two bands play during our two hour stay in Carborro. The first was a group of 30-somethings playing competent but boring funk on a porch. Decent amount of people crowded around. Funk..right. Unless Parliament or the Meters are on stage, you can save it. Please. The second was a 3rd wave ska band covering The Violent Femmes. I've heard the Violent Femmes cover the Violent Femmes for the last ten years so this seemed especially unnecessary and redundant. I only hope they were teenagers. Bad ska bands are only acceptable if the mistake to be in one is made in your youth (testify).
You'd think in a town that collectively forcefully and constantly perpetuates the notion that it's still a bastion for good, homegrown music things could be run better or at least there'd be something beyond "Americana" everywhere you turned (a genre that people down here associate with almost anyone who doesn't step on a Big Muff. I guess if you have a southern accent and don't listen to At The Gates, you can play Americana). The more time I've spent in this area the more I'm really starting to believe that it only sustains itself through it's kinda storied past. The history of the now-defunct bands that made Chapel Hill an Athens, Portland, Seattle, Boston, one of these supplemental culture-capitals is all that drives bands to tour here, kids to show up at venues in big numbers. It feels like a duty, both for the residents and for those visiting. And the problem, I think, is this: Chapel Hill and Carrboro have no balls. Really. That's it.
Anyhow, this has turned into a rant and really, I just wanted to seperate the next post from the previous one. I still love you, North Carolina.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Word?
I don't even know where we were as this sign came upon us. All I know is that we were listening to DMX's opus called "Demian." A conversation between he and the Devil. Seriously. That's what we were listening to. The moment we saw this sign. So I'm writing a letter. Dear DMX,
Remember that time you scared the shit out of us? You're a real funny guy.
Thanks,
Kristy and Dylan
Now, on Ebay...
In my entire life so far, I'm pretty sure I've only gone after a short list of celebrities' signature. There was Mickey Mouse when I was 8, and really, I hate to say this Mickey, but it was only out of guilt and obligation (the kind that is special to young catholic girls that pray for puppies and tape cassettes) that I came over to you and stuck my napkin under your big stupid felt face. I figured out Mickey is a fake, and I'm pretty sure this dude taking all the credit for "Creation"... well, I haven't prayed for a puppy in a long time.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Southern Church Marquees and Mind Explosions.
So, we still don't know a whole lot about the South, I think that's fair to say. This may be a regional phenomenon or this may be a County phenomenon, or maybe it's all over the South, I don't know. Regardless, the church marquees down these parts are fantastic.
Borderline offensive? Without a doubt. Remarkably clever? Absolutely. Unintentionally hilarious to us atheists? FUCK YES.
We got together today in our brainstorming fortress of solitude and decided to post a weekly photo of one of these amazing marquees. Eventually, we hope to publish a collection as the greatest coffee table book ever. Here's your first taste of blood:
Now, technically that's not a church marquee, as it's outside of our favorite thrift store (Good Samaritan Super Thrift in Burlington, NC). But the store itself is probably closer to being a church than most churches back up north. See: free bibles, "This Property Protected by Jesus Christ" sign out front, free preacher's cassettes, crazy old southern ladies who say "Have a Blessed Day" when you finish buying a shiny green chair or $2 dollar martial arts stomach pad.
Borderline offensive? Without a doubt. Remarkably clever? Absolutely. Unintentionally hilarious to us atheists? FUCK YES.
We got together today in our brainstorming fortress of solitude and decided to post a weekly photo of one of these amazing marquees. Eventually, we hope to publish a collection as the greatest coffee table book ever. Here's your first taste of blood:
Now, technically that's not a church marquee, as it's outside of our favorite thrift store (Good Samaritan Super Thrift in Burlington, NC). But the store itself is probably closer to being a church than most churches back up north. See: free bibles, "This Property Protected by Jesus Christ" sign out front, free preacher's cassettes, crazy old southern ladies who say "Have a Blessed Day" when you finish buying a shiny green chair or $2 dollar martial arts stomach pad.So that's the first...keep an eye out next weekend for a new picture.
This North Carolina Sky business...
Alls we know is, we don't get sky like this back home. This is from a recent trip to Burlington, a rather haggard area full of thrift stores and gas stations with ashtray internet casinos--our strong preference over the rampant presence of counter-culture coffee and hybrid cars with tame political bumper stickers of Chapel Hill or Carrboro. I'm pretty sure there are no hippies wearing crocs and pushing $1500 strollers in Burlington. Just big ass skies and big ass steaks. In the battle for our souls, out of business gas stations with ten foot piles of used tires will always triumph over khaki pants and an ironic like of hip hop.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
WHERE IS PALESTINE...
Israel lobby or over-worked asian textile designer mistake? I have my theories, but I've worked with many a talented Korean in the shower curtain world, and they seem to have a good idea of what border separation means. For now, we're left to face an ambiguous agenda every morning as we lather our armpits with dial, scratching our heads. At least we know where Svalbard is.
Monday, August 18, 2008
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