…if I like Billy Squier more than I like Bright Eyes?
am i a bad person…
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Category Archives: music
i heart my ipod mini
I’ve had the four-gigabyte version of the iPod mini for about seven months now, and I have to say that it’s really brought music back into my life in a big way. While in grad school I did not listen to much music because I couldn’t afford the necessary time or money. I don’t have any more time now, but I am able to listen more often because I take about 700 songs with me wherever I go. In high school and college, my friends and I used to buy new music constantly, taping it and sharing it with each other. I do the same thing now, except that digital media have replaced magnetic. I don’t really think the music industry has much to worry about from me.
Having a Powerbook running iTunes means not only that the Apple aesthetic governs the appearance of both devices, but also that the integration with the iPod mini is pretty seemless (though that’s not really the case with other devices). I’m a little anxious about what my happen when the battery dies, but mostly I’m quite happy. When my iPod mini began acting funny a few weeks ago, I took it to the local Apple store and they replaced it, free of charge. Now that’s customer service.
good woman
I want to be a good woman.
And I want for you to be a good man.
And this is why I am leaving.
And this is why I can’t see you no more.
This is why I am lying
When I say, “I don’t love you no more.”
–Cat Power, “Good Woman”
vagrant hearts
New purchase: Patti Smith‘s 1996 album Gone Again:
| I have a winterís tale How vagrant hearts relent, prevail, Sow their seed into the wind, Seize the sky, and theyíre gone again. -“Gone Again” |
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wifi everywhere! or, history of the black crowes
Is it at all possible to find an independent coffee shop in downtown Kansas City that doesn’t have free wireless Internet access? Predictably, Starbucks charges for theirs, but it’s wide open just about everywhere else. If I want to support local coffeeshops, I have to contend with the lure of the Internet (or just leave the laptop at home); if I want to avoid that lure, I have to spend time with the Great Satan. So here I am at the Cup and Saucer, grading, and trying to avoid various online responsibilities.
I’m just stopping in, dear reader, to opine briefly on Atlanta’s Black Crowes. When I was a wee undergrad and local hack music writer, the Black Crowes were called Mr. Crowe’s Garden, and they were firmly part of the jangly southern bands on college radio crowd (see R.E.M., Let’s Active, the D.B.’s, and various Athens, GA: Inside/Out bands). Then they got a record deal, went into the studio, and came out a few months later with a new band name and sounding like a cross between early ’70s Rolling Stones and late ’70s Aerosmith. The cool thing to do, of course, was to lament how they had “sold out.” But I’ll let you in on a secret: I really like the Black Crowes. When you’re down in the dumps, crank up Shake Your Money Maker.