Red Sox Logo in Dunkin Donuts Style

I was goofing around this weekend and decided to mock up this sticker idea that’s been in my head for a while.

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Pudding Attack - Mama Paper Cut

Pudding Attack’s playful approach to language is apparent in their lyrics and song titles alike. They bring a good dirty bar band aesthetic to growing overly clean world of digital music production. A comparison to the Ex Models is an easy one to make with the overdriven, wild vocals, but the dual keyboard freakout sound is entirely their own.http://www.acidsoxx.com/temp/…

Crystal Stilts - Converging in the Quiet

This album might be classified emo surf, it’s as if Nick Cave decided to lay down a bunch of pop songs, or is that just because the the ghostly vocals sound like they were recorded in a cave? Dreamy shoegazer pop like this takes me back to sifting through 7 inch singles at the community radio station looking for new stuff to play on my show.
http://soundbites.typepad.com/files…

Religious Knives - The Streets

On the Religious Knives album, ‘It’s After Dark’ they channel the psychic energy of sex and death like the Doors did but with all the flowers from the 60s boiled away, leaving behind a potent concentrated resin. The slow haunting harmonies on this track remind me of a call to prayer blaring out of an old PA echoing off the buildings in a crowded neighborhood. There’s a call to be answered here, but it’s not an easy one to answer.
http://www.20jazzfunkgreats.co.uk/wordpress/wp…

Faceless Werewolves - Elevation

Songs about stripping are almost never good songs to strip to in and of themselves, (e.g. PJ Harvey - Sheela-Na-Gig, Joe Cocker - Leave Your Hat On) but this one passes that test. It’s a pretty fair take on the topic that manages moments of both humor and sex appeal. I love the double female vocals doing a call and response on the word ‘degenerate’ over the chunky distorto guitar riff.
http://audio.sxsw.com/2006/mp3/Faceless_Werewolves-Elevation.mp3

Last night I got on the same train that I stole the mr t ad from two nights ago. I had slid the protecting plastic sheet about halfway out its track before going to work on the poster. Once I had the picture, I tucked a corner of the sheet into the track of the adjacent ad so it wasn’t flapping in peoples faces. It was kind of wierd to stand on the train under the evidence of my misdemeanor. The wobbling, bowed out piece of plastic was making a faint bweep, bweep noise like the blade of a handsaw flexing back and forth. It started to sound more and more like thief, thief and I was starting to feel hot and claustophobic. The thief, thief, thief noise was getting louder and more insistent and was drowning out the rumble of the train. Everyone’s eyes settled on me. thief, thief, thief, thief, thief.two more stops to go. Hold on. thief, thief, thief, thief, thief. I got home and saw a raven outside my chamber door.

Got on the n train last night and waited for the doors to close. After a while, the conductor came on the pa and announced the the train was being rerouted back towards brooklyn. This was the first time this had ever happened to me. As I shuffled off the train with all the other grumbling riders, I noticed that the subway ads were the cool ones for the tvland channel. I have had my eye on the one of mr t saying: “yes, that’s my final answer, fool!” For a while now, and I realized that this was the perfect opportunity to be on a subway car all alone with one. Pulling slowly out of the station backwards, I watched all confused faces lined up along the platform trying to figure out if I knew something they didn’t. I had to pull the protective piece of plastic back and then try to slide the paper ad banner out, but it ripped part way and I had to settle for just mr t’s head. What a head it is, though. After scanning, I trimmed up the torn edges and gave it to a guy I work with.

Coming back from brooklyn, I sat across from a father and son each holding a plastic bag half full of water with one guppy swimming around inside. The son was nodding off and I felt ready to make a lunge for the bag as it was close to toppling out of his hands afew times. The father’s head was hanging low, too, buthe had his walkman on and seemed to have amuch better grip on his fish. He waswearing a baseball hat with a corporate logo on it and the words ‘property of’ embroidered above. It seemed to me then like one of the creepiest things you could wear on your body. Earlier on the subway, I saw a woman hand a bottle to her toddler and watched as it fell to the floor on its nipple. She picked it up and sucked on it herself for a while before passing it back to her child.