Angry chair

My wife has been on a Love and Rockets art-binge lately. She did this chair from a panel where Maggie is clearly having a moment. 

Dave Mustaine, Megadouche

Dave "I Cease to be Relevant the Moment Kurt Cobain Picked Up a Guitar" Mustaine said, in a weak attempt to dis on Mike Huckabee, that playing bass was one step up from playing the kazoo. That's what he said.

Here's my fantasy rebuke: Mustaine being vaporized by the mighty Jamaaladeen Tacuma.

Things bum me out, or they don't.

So today is one of those weird days where I am at once bored and overwhelmed, simultaneously calm and restless. I can't decide which room I need to be in, or what I should be doing. I'm waiting to hear back from a client about a site design, and I have rehearsal but not until later. You'd think I would just hang out in front of the TV, but I couldn't do that either. I thought I would work on some video, but the Firewire drive that the project is on won't mount. It's always something.

If I was at work, I'd be wishing I was home because of all the cool stuff I could be doing if I was home. But I'm home and I don't want to do anything, and yet I want to do everything. Meh. I'm just posting this so I can say I did it. Here's a picture of my dog Daisy:

Apple introduces the MacVelope

So thin you can read through it. I mean, seriously, last time I saw something that thin I was ordering deli meat! Thank you very much. Try the veal. All else I can say is, Apple actually made a product that looks like one of those Photoshop fakes that always pop up before Macworld. And when it's obsolete, you can shim a bookcase with it.

Lots o' guitars -LRB at ABC

Friday night was Bring Out Your Guitars Night at Atlanta Brewing Company, or at least it looked that way on stage.

The Hiss, The Coathangers at Star Bar

It was beach night at the Star Bar last night - at least that what somebody wearing a lei told me. We rounded up a crew and went to check out The Hiss (shown at left) and The Coathangers, the former being venerable purveyors of full-grown getdown, and the latter being the current art-rock curiosity on the local scene.

The ladies that comprise The Coathangers bring a certain amateurish charm and carefully managed art-school abandon to what they do, which is all garage and bangy and screechy and fun for a few songs. I have to say I prefer them on record. They are a concept, a package of retro-skank rebellion and resurgent grrrl-power, and to that I say big ups, but it was getting on past 1:00 AM and I had played the night previous and nothing was compelling enough to make to stay for the whole set. The balloons were fun.

The Hiss delivered a beautiful set of old-skool RAWK that had the full house bouncing. To them I say, "Rejoice." And thank you.

1 to 100

People from 1 to 100 years of age, banging the drum. Like we should all be doing. [From Boing Boing]

Get your Hustle on

Recently I fell across Apostle of Hustle, this hella awesome band from Toronto. Imagine Radiohead* fighting Menomena in a liquor store parking lot. You can't tell who's winning, and you don't care because it's all so awesome! Shambolic, anthemic, rustic and futuristic all at once. Check it. 

* I did finally pick up In Rainbows the other day, and I have to say Radiohead just keeps getting better. I want to quit music forever, because Thom and them keep jacking my best ideas before I even have them!!

The Ron Paul you thought you knew

I was listening to WREK the other night, and as it happened two young black men were exhorting the listeners to find out more about Ron Paul. If you're truly interested in things like social justice, freedom, and ending the warn, then Paul's your man, they said. Get past Republican and Democrat and get to the truth, they suggested. I wondered, have these guys read the same stuff I have? 

Back when Paul first started making noise, I did some Googling and came up with some pretty weird stuff, nativist Libertarian leaning towards Christian Identity movement -type weird. Now, the New Republic is airing a lot of that dirty laundry.

It takes a tiny village

Sometimes I have these weird fantasies of living on a big chunk of land nestled in a city somewhere, some kind of disused lumberyard or factory site, and building a compound-type deal where me and all my cool friends can live and let the dogs run and all the kids can rip-stick around in the abandoned SUV showroom and we can show The Sound of Music every night on a big outdoor screen...

When I saw these little houses, I saw the perfect shelter type for my smelly bohemian reverie; imagine a village of these sleek structures, nestled amongst oak and thistle, arranged in a rough circle around the communal Celebration House, where (of course) there would be Wii tournaments and avant-garde blues jams and public shamings. Oh, think of it.