3.23.13

(Editor’s Note – In an effort to get caught up, the next few posts, 3/21-3/25 are gonna be like my underpants… brief! Between my MP3 player deleting 140 gigs of music, thank you ghost of Steve “Hand” Jobs, being five days behind in write-ups, and still having to make a playlist for April, the next 15 records I listen to will be lucky to get a line written about them.)

On March 23rd I listened to Ween Pure Guava, Primus Pork Soda, and Dutch Uncles Out Of Touch, In The Wild.

I was a few songs into Pure Guava when I started wondering why I wasn't enjoying it as much as I used to. I chalked it up to not being a 20-year-old puke anymore and/or not being high... enough. The brilliant novelty of Ween will never wear off, but sometimes I'm just not in the mood.

Did you ever try listening to this album with a person that has no idea who Ween is?

“Who is this?”

“It’s Ween.”

“Is he saying ‘Hey fatboy, asshole. Come here, you killed my mother?’”

“Yeah, classic Ween. Do you wanna hear ‘Touch My Tooter?’”

“No.”

“’Poop Ship Destroyer?’”

“No thanks.”

“It’s actually one of my favorites, on their live album, Paintin’ The Town Brown, they do a twenty-six minute version of it.”

“What a treat.”

“I know, right? Wanna hear the hit?”

“Sure.”

“This is called ‘Push Th’ Little Daisies.’”

“This is a hit?”

“Yep.”

I didn't realize it until just now, but now I understand why my mother thinks I’m an asshole.

Really quick… I feel like Tenacious D stole their entire schtick from “Don’t Get 2 Close (2 My Fantasy).”

“My Name Is Mud,” is my favorite Primus song! Pork Soda is still my favorite Primus album. “Welcome To This World,” “Bob,” “Mr. Krinkle,” and “The Air Is Getting Slippery” are just some of my faves!

Me and my asshole friends used to listen to this album so much. When Roundboy was the bartender at the Essex Street Pub, we threw Pork Soda on all the time. 

I wish albums were more like old movies and you could come across them more without trying. It’s like if you have 50 fucking HBOs, Showtimes, Cinemaxes, Starses, Encores, and whatever.  Every other day a movie you used to love comes on and reminds you how much you liked it. Albums just sit around and you gotta pull them out yourself. It’s like, I didn't know I wanted to watch the Dirty Harry movie “The Enforcer” the other night, until I was halfway through it. Spoiler Alert! Tyne Daly gets shot in the boobs and dies! I wish I was just flipping around the TV and “Oh cool! Pork Soda is coming on in ten minutes!” I dunno, maybe?

I’m gonna do some name dropping here, so watch your toes.

I was hanging out with the band The Joy Formidable in 2011 and Ritzy Bryan told me to listen to a band called Dutch Uncles. I promptly did not listen to them and now years later, here we are. So, to anyone that has recommended a band to me and I didn't listen to them... I don't even listen to shit hot chicks in bands I love tell me to listen to. 

Well anyway, they suck. 

I think I’m being too hard on the new albums I listen to this year, because I’m usually hearing them after listening to a cherished classic. How do you follow Pure Guava and Pork Soda? You certainly don’t do it with wussy little songs that clunk along with feminine sounding vocals, no hooks and a generally perky annoying tempo. This record made me think Hot Chip was good.

Ritzy And I Have The Same Color Eyes! Coincidence?

Tomorrow I listen to The Cranberries, Liz Phair and Bruno Mars!

Here's the March Playlist!