Got a MySpace friend request for Plastic Operator, a band I've never heard of. I figure I'll give "Peppermint" a listen. It's cute, like Alan Parsons Project vs. The Postal Service. "Folder" is cuter, like Kings of Convenience or Phoenix vs. Kraftwerk. Sorry, fellas, I'm still not friending you, but you've checked and mated me into finding your full album on Last.fm. The other was for Angie Mattson (whose "Drive" is frenetic and intense and whose "We're All We've Got Now" induces reflection).
“People I, going in, would never have expected were from the library
field. Smart, well-read, interesting, funny people, who
seemed to be happy with their jobs.” vs. “The users of our products don’t really care about the
technology. They just have a job they’re trying to
do. We bridge the gap between what technology is capable of doing and
what users want to achieve.”
"[O]ur research has found that readership among women with children is
significantly lower. We are forming a committee to study the research,
assess our content and make recommendations. Volunteers and thoughts
about this are welcome."
Kevin Smith vs. Anita Modak-Truran (via C.): See, now, this is why Everyone Hates Newspapers.
James Knox hipped me to the singalong for "The Wiz" at the Parkway, so you know where I'll be August 16th. (Only Nipsey himself can handle how I roll with "Slide Some Oil to Me," I'm just sayin'.)
I completely missed walking it out and I should know better than to try to play catch-up, but one utterly delightful Felicia find merits another — hence the video.
Yesterday was all about hearing things (exhibit A; exhibit B) I didn't want to hear. So I threw up my hands and Headed to An Undisclosed Location.
On the way there, driving through the Central Valley without a mix CD or an MP3 player, I heard hours and hours of soul (Tower of Power's grand, horn-glowing, ego-and-circumstance pity-parade "So Very Hard to Go" and the Temptations' Norman-Whitfield-is-a-visionary, where's-the-foxtrottin'-Motown-Remixed-version-of, let's-see-Greil-Marcus-turn-THIS-into-a-book "Papa Was A Rolling Stone"), country (Tanya Tucker's funny "It's A Little Too Late" and Joe Diffie's funnier "Third Stone From the Sun"), Spanish-language (Julieta Venegas' "Eres Para Mi") and classic rock music (Bachman-Turner Overdrive's big-beat-evergreens "Takin' Care of Business" and "You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet") on my car radio.
It helped my mood tremendously, especially the country music (on my mind several times since a few years ago) after Stanley Fish blogged about his drive north from Florida with nothin' but the radio on.