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PARADE TOMORROW, MUZAKKK TODAY
30 November, 2007, 1010 pm
Filed under: Barrels of Fun, Music, Nouvelle Musique

A few months ago when I still lived in Richmond, I was browsing Barnes & Noble, my favourite place ever to shop for way overpriced and not really worth it CDs when I came across an act titled The Bird and the Bee. I picked up their album and scanned it under one of those stupid headphone thaangs, played one song, and blatantly laughed at it. Then I called Derek over to listen to it for shits and giggles. I forget if he consented to that or not. Anyway, I definitely didn’t buy it.

The Bird and the Bee

Well, when I was visiting Richmond in August right after I moved, I went out to socialize with my friend Jay who is a douchebag, and after I almost hit his fancy schmancy car without realizing it was his while trying to park (I must be psychic), we eventually ended up at Barnes & Noble. Again. My favourite place ever to shop for way overpriced and not really worth it CDs. Well, I browsed the magazine rack this time and picked up two that I NEEEDED (Blender and Under the Radar), and then we went to Best Buy to play game samples, and then I went back to my padre‘s.

These two stories do connect. About a month into school, I got fucking bored and I needed new music. So I decided to browse these here magazines for new artists to listen to, and I stumbled across a The Bird and the Bee ad. Even though I had laughed in their good-looking faces a few months ago, I decided to give them a second chance, so I looked them up and got a good number of songs and FELL IN LOVE. Not even fucking kidding. What was wrong with me a few months ago?!

So as a sort of apology for our first meeting, I’m featuring The Bird and the Bee today. Inara George’s name sounds like something out of a fairy tale, very Euro-hip, and her voice sounds like something out of a fairy tale, too…very jazz hip but delicate, fluid, and light at the same time. Astoundingly, she’s the daughter of Little Feat’s Lowell George! I guess my padre and I have something in common after all. I’ve also got to throw credit out to frickin’ Greg Kurstin for his awesome, well, what he does in the dynamic duo, cause as Walker from Talladega Nights would say, “I frickin’ love it.”

My Fair Lady | The Bird and the Bee [buy]
Again & Again | The Bird and the Bee [buy]

By the by, my mother says that “My Fair Lady” sounds like “Mr. Sandman” by the Chordettes. Tell me whether or not you agree; I’m still stumped. I can see where she’s coming from, but at the same time…naw. Also, fucking parade tomorrow.



JUST JOSHIN’
29 November, 2007, 1029 pm
Filed under: Barrels of Fun, Music, Nouvelle Musique

Yo, music listeners, listen up! I have found something incredibly fun and unbearably exciting for you to do. All you have to do is click a link and fill in your opinion. That’s all. I promise. So here’s what I’m asking you to do: Click here and nominate some awesomely excellent music for Stereogum‘s 2007 gummy awards! YAYYY! Uh, hint: I kind of want Jenny Lewis to win Ms. Indie Rock. Help our red-haired heroine beat out Chan Marshall this year and reclaim the title she won in 2005! YEAH! As much as I love both of them…well, Jenny’s a priority. Sorry, Chan. Also, I think our main concern this year is Feist because she’s whored herself out to all those iPod commercials and late-night talk shows that her fans actually don’t watch (unless their mothers remind them about it).

I’m a competitive little chump.

Jaymay

Anyway, it seems that I catch onto new music after everyone else in the world since I get my music from the blogs. Let me clarify. I’m the first one out of my pals to catch onto new music and the last out of the blogs. They pretty much feed me and I just pick out what I like. But that’s okay, because I like to think about the blogs as a chain. We’ve got to pick it up somewhere, and someone has to spread the word.

Thus, it was only a matter of time before I started listening to Jaymay. The first time I glimpsed her name, I honestly didn’t look twice. But the other day, upon sifting through Mythpathe for a new profile song, I stumbled across her YET AGAIN and this time, I decided to check her out.

I’ve fallen in love on the spot a few times. Once was when I had the orgasmic cake batter ice cream at Coldstone Creamery. Another time was when I saw “Litte Miss Sunshine,” which is my favourite movie to date. And you can’t forget the time I went to JC Penney and stumbled across a nice little pair of Levi’s 504s that I like to call my baybays or, if you like French, mes petits choux d’amour. Yeah, creepy, I know. Well, I can’t say that hearing Jaymay’s music was orgasmic, but it did kind of evoke that feeling of love I have for my skinny jeans. And that’s what I like to hear in muzakkk.

I hereby present you with a nice little one by Miss Jaymay that I fell in love with right away because I love shaker solos, mallet instruments (ZOMG BELLSMARIMBAXYLOPHONE!), and, of course, gray or blue eyes.

Gray or Blue | Jaymay [buy]

But buy the album if you know what’s good for you. I’m making my parents do it so that I can be rewarded for Christmas. If you want to hear another excellent one, by the by, go to either Jaymay’s MySpace or mine. By the way, she’s the only artist I support who has no eyebrows. Kidding, sort of.



CHANSON DU JOUR//////LE 28 NOVEMBRE
28 November, 2007, 1111 pm
Filed under: Barrels of Fun, Music, School

Feist

My first taste of Feist was “Mushaboom.” I don’t care what you think of that song; it’s fuckin’ amazing. It’s appropriate for any feelings of nostalgia, any season, and any car ride. It just stupefies me that some people actually don’t like “Mushaboom.” Fuck you, too.

Anyway, I bought The Reminder for my birthday this year and while I was immediately smitten with some tracks such as “The Park” and “Brandy Alexander,” some chansons kind of slipped on by and I didn’t care to become acquainted with them. Well, thanks to that brilliant Shuffle feature on iTunes, I’ve been able to hear Feist’s lovely voice between tracks by other artists and I’ve re-evaluated the album and my appreciation for little Leslie. While there’s nothing not to like about The Reminder, it’s a very subtle album–soft on absolutely everything except her voice. It’s a nice touch.

I’ve chosen to post an underappreciated piece today. It’s very much une chanson d’hiver, possibly because of the imagery in the lyrics or maybe just because of the whole attitude the song creates. It’s the last track on The Reminder, and a rather appropriate closer. Enjoy!

How My Heart Behaves | Feist [buy]

Also, on a random note, congratulations to everyone who made it into the language Honor Societies. Ah, most especially les français. My fellas.



CHANSON DU JOUR//////LE 26 NOVEMBRE
26 November, 2007, 859 pm
Filed under: Barrels of Fun, Music, Nouvelle Musique

I’m gonna get more serious with this here blawggg. First, I need to revamp it a little, then I need to write a little. By “a little,” I mean a little less of my life, a little more for you to drink up. Right? So I’m collecting i n t e l l i g e n c e right now, keep an eye out for some cool changes and lotsa pictures and some extra français on top. More links and more colours for yer poor eyes. Maybe I will create a new top banner–tell me what yeh think I need and what I don’t need.

Here, though, I officially bring back the sporadic Chanson de la Semaine! Except now I’ve changed it to the Chanson du Jour since moods can change so rapidly. Thus, it’ll be more frequent. Prolly.

Mistake Mistake Mistake Mistake

About a month ago, I was browsing the albums at F.Y.E. because they always have the most tremendous collection ever. My eyes were drawn to this one painfully bright yellow case, and so my fingers obeyed and picked it up. To my great surprise, there was news of the Postal Service’s Jimmy Tamborello (and of Jenny Lewis in Track 5) on this tiny sticker on the cover! He’s got a project called James Figurine, which is a spin-off from his days in Figurine, and he’s released an album called Mistake Mistake Mistake Mistake. Or Mistake times four. Don’t call it that, though. That’s a pet name. I was real excited about this so I bought it, and on the car ride home, I was just itching to give it a test-run.

I gotta tell yeh, though, Mistake times four was a grower. The first few times I tried to listen to this sibling of Dntel (and half-sib of the Postal Service), I got a headache. I mean, Jimmy Tamborello went craaaazy on the electronics, not just regular craaaazy, but bold craaaazy. Thus, if you’re expecting like…a guitar and a few weird sounds in the background, you’re in for a humongous surprise.

However, earlier this month, I dug Mistake times four out of the depths of my gigantic stack of CDs to give it another chance. And this time, since I was ready for it, I didn’t get a headache and found myself relaxing amongst all these electronic sounds. In fact, I’ve decided that Mistake is one of my favourite growers, up there with Neon Bible by the Arcade Fire or Lifted by Bright Eyes. Of course, the latter is a definite unbeatable since that was my first-ever taste of le monde d’indie.

So here, I present you with one of my favourite tracks out of the lot, “55566688833.” How, you ask, do I remember all the numbers in that ridiculously pretentious song title? Listen to the lyrics. Or–I’ll give you a hint. Type it into a text message. Then send it to your mom. And then listen to the entire song. Have some Motrin on hand just in case, because the sounds can be overwhelming. I guarantee that it’ll grow on yeh, though.

55566688833 | James Figurine [buy]



PEPPY PEP
24 November, 2007, 104 am
Filed under: My Experience with Existence

Peppy is our cat.  He’s two years old and he’s been away from home for some time because my mother figured it was enough birth control to just spay our female cats.  Which was bad thinking, obviously, because now our boy cats are essentially strays.  They’re horny.  We haven’t seen Cow since we moved here, and Peppy comes by once in a while to eat food.  I told my mother at the time and still remind her constantly, but it’s like she doesn’t want to see.  Mom, we’ve lost all our male cats now.
Well, Alexa got Peppy to come inside today since Peppy is her beloved.  And Peppy has gained weight.  When I say he’s gained weight…I mean he’s fat.  So fat that you can tell that someone has taken the liberty of feeding him rather generously.  And that’s fine and dandy, but they’ve done him a disservice.  He looks unhealthy compared to his old nimble self.  Keep in mind that he’s young, only two.  And he’s gained the weight rapidly–over the course of perhaps a month.  This kills me.  So someone has been overfeeding our cat and evidence suggests that he has been providing Peppy at least part-time housing.  While this is a kind thing to do, well, he doesn’t recognize us anymore, he’s obese, he’s living as a stray (because we have no idea where he’s been living but the fact that he’s alive is a miracle), and when we do manage to get him home, he’s got to be locked inside moaning for hours on end, completely terrified because he has no idea where he is.  While part of me wants to keep him safe because he’s our kin and our obligation, I’m wrenched in two because I know he doesn’t know what’s really going on.  All he wants is to go outside.  We could still get him neutered, but would that really be our place anymore?  He’s become feral.  And he’s miserable when he’s at home.  Alexa loves him, too, but he doesn’t know her.  He’s just scared, kind of like a kidnapped cat.  He doesn’t think he belongs here anymore.

I don’t think it’s all the move, either–I think it’s Little Poop, aka Moose, Shannon’s kitten who they can’t take care of.  I think he’s scared of new cats.

I know Alexa’s got to be crushed, too.  At least Babygirl still recognizes me when she comes home.



DON’T EVER EVER EVER TELL
20 November, 2007, 101 pm
Filed under: Barrels of Fun, My Experience with Existence, School

Don’t tell Sunshine what I did to the horses in the stable…over yonder…near the crick…

horses



OVERLOAD
19 November, 2007, 1106 pm
Filed under: My Experience with Existence

I feel like I just said something wrong, something overly forward that was said based on too many assumptions and pure, raw emotions and the past and now I just feel stupid.  Or, well, I guess brushed aside is all.  Or not prioritized, but in this situation, there’s no law that says I should be, just because of the way I’ve been.  Such a dick.  It’s now obvious that my priorities, though, have been in the wrong place for a while now, and that I’ve been listening to the wrong songs for the wrong people.  And by that, I mean that I feel completely dejected and completely burned.  Plus, one of my pals isn’t being civil at all, and another doesn’t want to participate, and I just feel isolated.  This time, though, I’ll do my best to hold a grudge.  I do not let anyone call me a liar.

By the by, better post tomorrow on something fascinating.  My mom’s out drinking late again and I hate it.  And I also hate her friends.  That is all.



FIGHT
19 November, 2007, 1212 am
Filed under: My Experience with Existence

I hate, hate, hate drama.  I hate arguments, I hate talking about being mad at people and having to prove my point to five separate entities.  Talk about repetition.  It’s the same thirty words over and over again.  And then Charles is so fucking stubborn that he won’t admit he did anything wrong.

I told Travis things I shouldn’t have.  I know.  And that doesn’t put me in the right for acknowledging it.  But that also doesn’t mean Charles is in the right or that he has to drag all these separate people into it.   Maybe he shouldn’t have intervened in a sibling argument in the first place!  HMMM?!  Anyway, he’s not going to listen to my side of the argument, which means he’s a stubborn oaf, so…whatever.



PAPER SNOWFLAKES
18 November, 2007, 1127 am
Filed under: My Experience with Existence

Last night, I had a dream that Herce was my AP Physics teacher at Lewisburg and that the classroom was a snazzy room that looked like it could have been a small café.  But my entire AP Gov class was in my AP Physics class–in fact, they were my whole class except for a few miscellaneous Deep Run people and underclassmen.   I guess we were learning about the politics of physics, then.  Anyway, Herce didn’t recognize me–or, well, there was one point where I thought he did, but he didn’t say anything about it.  After class, I went to my locker and I found Travis.  So Travis and I walked around the school and I walked into Herce’s classroom again accidentally then bolted out again and Travis cracked up and we went down to the cafeteria and outside, where Travis ditched me by running away.

Then I woke up and now, il neige!  So I’m in mah room with a craving to play The Sims 2 Seasons so I can make my people have a baby.  Because that’s what I planned.



HOMESKILLET
16 November, 2007, 746 pm
Filed under: Barrels of Fun, Music, My Experience with Existence, Nouvelle Musique

I have to HAVE to see Juno when it comes out. MUST. Some of you are jumping out of your pants and screaming in agreement; others of you probably have your heads cocked to one side with a “Huh?” expression on your face. Well, not really. No one really does thaaat, but you’re probably curiously ignorant. Stupid fucks. Just KIDDINGGGG!!

Juno’s about this chick Juno (played by Ellen Page who is tiiinnnyyy) who’s a cynical, sarcastic misfit teen in high school who gets pregnant by one of her classmates, Bleeker–who’s played by Michael Cera of recent Superbad fame. And she chooses to have the baby and then to give it up for adoption. She finds some parents–one of them played by Jennifer Garner–who seem perfect, essentially, who are looking for a baby. Perfect match. Well, Juno has a breakdown at some point, and so do the perfect parents and I guess they all learn about love and have some laughs in between–but it just looks amazing. Juno’s not your average teen girl character, either, and she doesn’t exactly seem like the type who’d go out of her way to get pregnant. Not motherly either. Ahh, watch the trailer:

The songs from the trailer are, by the way, phenomenal, SO I present you with one of them. It’s called “Anyone Else But You” by the Moldy Peaches. It’s rather mellow and lyrically brilliant. Kimya Dawson’s voice is admirable like that of a best friend, and Adam Green sounds like he doesn’t want to be wherever he is and you just wanna give him a hug.

Anyone Else But You | The Moldy Peaches [buy]

The Darjeeling Limited is another one of those movies. Just two words: Wes Anderson. This means there’ll be hackin’ hilarious but touchingly relateable characters, acompletely original but quirky plot, and hackin’ amaaazing music. I think it’s at the Campus in Town, though, so maybe I’ll see it this weekend. And don’t tell me not to.

I still haven’t seen Across the Universe because it’s not playing in or near Lewisburg–try New York City or something. But I do want to see it awfully badly. Come on. The Beatles. The war. The revolution. Art and music and love. Who doesn’t want to see it?

And finally, last but certainly not least, my life will be mostly complete once I’ve seen Lars and the Real Girl. I have no idea where it’s playing, and I don’t know anyone who’s seen it or wants to see it, but I do know that it’s about a man named Lars who is suffering some sort of emotional crisis and is extremely lonely, who orders a mannequin and makes her into his girlfriend while meanwhile a real girl wants to help him out. And everyone plays along even though it’s a hassle because he seems delusional.

As soon as I see any of these movies, I’ll probably update with some long, heartfelt post, but right now, I need my fix of GHII. Woo!



AND I ALMOST TOUCHED YER BLOUSE
14 November, 2007, 1149 pm
Filed under: Barrels of Fun, Music, My Experience with Existence, Nouvelle Musique

Project Runway, YESSS. I am personally smitten with Elisa Jiminez. She’s chill and hippie-like and rather avant-garde and artistic. And unconventional. And as an artist, that’s how I am, too. She is definitely complex and far out-there, but I like her. And everyone calls her weird. Maybe that’s why I’m so attached–she’s different but not annoying about it. Like when she was pressing the chiffon into the grass and everyone was looking at her weird, well, she didn’t comment on it. That’s not what she talks about in her interviews. They’re trying to make her out to be insane or deranged or something, but she’s just more spiritual, which is, I guess, something the show hasn’t seen before. I don’t like the angle they’re taking on her character, because I bet she’s a deep person and they want to take that dimension away from her. Oh, well.

There’s no one I don’t like yet, but I’m sure there will be soon. Christian’s fairly annoying and catty, but he’s got a solid vision. He just needs to learn his place and his age.

Telepopmusik

Alright, I have a track fer you fashionistas and whatnot that always either makes me feel like I’m diving into some swimming pool of Jell-o or like I’m hip, which are both strange occurrences. Whichever way you interpret it, it’s a solid song. Well, soft and squishy but floaty, uhh. A lot of people like it. Just trust me, pleeeease.

Breathe | Télépopmusik [buy]

By the way, accent marks, I JUST NOW figured out how to get them in without going to word and copy + pasting. Ahh! I feel like a n00b. But that’ll be convenient for writing in 1337. Or in French.

Rilo Kiley

One more thing, well…yeah. One more. Since I’m in a super-duper generous mood, I’m posting “Silver Lining” by Rilo Kiley. You need it. Again, you have to trust me. Keep in mind it’s not typical of them, but it’s their very best from Under the Blacklight and Blake Sennett’s guitar is perky and it’s just generally a good offering. This song is a sunny day, probably in the summer, or a sunny day when you’re feeling nostalgic about summer.

Silver Lining | Rilo Kiley [buy]

Granted, you need everything you can get my Rilo Kiley, so go out and buy the albums. All of them. NOW. And if you find The Initial Friend EP, buy one for me. And send it. As a gift. Without anthrax.



MEGA SADDLE CREEK
13 November, 2007, 641 pm
Filed under: Music, My Experience with Existence

Dressing up almost always makes for a good day. I wish I could wear dresses every day. I have like…three and then one that’s a questionable length. So I should probably wear that one over jeans. Yes, I had a good day today.

You should listen to lots and lots of Maria Taylor and lots and lots of Azure Ray. The end of fall always leads me into an intense Saddle Creek mood. It’s insatiable, too. It’s the kind of mood that makes you want to put Christmas candles in the windows and nap with four blankets and eat gingerbread while half-watching those animated shows about Santa Clause that are always on ABC Family. I love the lies they feed to children. I hate that being a grown-up means you have no room to be imaginative or dreamy. There’s something about the scent of pumpkiny spices that just gets me hyped up for cuddling and daydreaming. And the scent of burning wood, and the cold. It’s a totally commercial season coming up, but it’s seriously my favourite part of winter. It’s a great followup to my favourite time of the year, which is when the leaves start falling and I can walk home and crunch them under my feet. I also like the clothes. Fall clothes. It’s probably all because last winter was so amazing. They say that relationships end in the winter more than in any other season, but I don’t understand that. You sort of need someone to keep warm in the winter who will keep you warm. For me, it’s usually spring. The embodiment of restlessness.

Anyway, songs for you. This one’s an oldie but a goodie by Azure Ray and I just found it agaaaain today on the Saddle Creek website. It’s a girl tune and is thus rather flowery and sweet, but since they’re tried and true Saddle Creek girls, Orenda Fink and Maria Taylor have a certain bark-like edge to them. And it makes for intensely emotional music.

If You Fall | Azure Ray [buy]

Ahh. It’s quite a chore to have to choose one Criteria song over all the others, but my favourite is “Me On Your Front Porch” because it’s so fucking ridiculous, and I love the guitar. Listen to the beginning, before any vocals, and you’ll know. Criteria definitely brings me back to sophomore year. Oh, man.

Me On Your Front Porch | Criteria [buy]

Finally, I’ll leave you with a Now It’s Overhead track that’s pretty much universal and sets the mood for Thanksgiving. Kind of.

Wonderful Scar | Now It’s Overhead [buy]

PS The only Saddle Creek band I’m not particularly fond of is Beep Beep. But they really, really ask for it somehow. I mean, they’re chaotic but you can’t really jam unless you’re pissed off. Really pissed.



GRUMPERS
11 November, 2007, 1056 pm
Filed under: My Experience with Existence

I’m tweaked from that car ride.  And I don’t feel like going to school tomorrow because of the way my mom received us.  She’ll do a good job for some period of time, then we’ll go away and I’ll start to miss her, but right when we get back, she’ll fuck up by having guests over, beer in hand, making fun of my father–who, with the help of my mother, has made himself out to be some insane person.  And she doesn’t have the decency to get the fucking neighbours out.  I hate that our house is just a free-for-all, where anyone could walk in at any given moment.  That means I can’t even walk around in my own house because I can’t talk to people and I especially can’t deal with strangers.  I mean, you’d think that the one place I shouldn’t experience anxiety would be within the confines of my own home.

And then just now, she curled her hair and put on makeup and a nice shirt and said she was going to the “grocery store.”  Which, of course, is an insult to my intelligence.  Of course she’s going out with friends!  She lies all the time.  And when she gives me money to buy lunch tomorrow (supposing she remembers to–since she’s not at the grocery store buying lunch fixings right now), I won’t be able to buy my lunch because YES–I am terrified of getting in the lunch line because I can’t deal with interacting with students I don’t know (or do know) or with lunch ladies I don’t know.  And I know that’s stupid.  I knowwwww.

So why, then, do I live here?  Because I don’t want to switch schools yet again, because despite the fact that every day is a nightmare of social activity for me, I’m not a quitter.  Which is the same exact reason I didn’t drop AP Calc.



AFTERMATH
9 November, 2007, 1146 pm
Filed under: My Experience with Existence

The game was cold, and I have not done so much talking in a long, long time.  So my throat is a bit pained, but I’m still talkin’.  Some people talk that much times three or four every day.  I don’t know how they do it.

Also–afro dance.  It’s a must.



JE SUIS ICI
9 November, 2007, 1140 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

That drive was extra-long and I don’t want to have to take it again.

But I am in Richmond.  And I am going to that game tonight and it is going to be a blaaaasssssssttttt.  Except for the part where I have to divide myself among the fifty million people I want to see.