It's hard enough being born in the first place: who would want to be born again?

Oh hi! Remember when I said I wasn’t gonna have a lot of screwing-around-online-time when I switched to day shift? Turns out I was mostly right.

Even a blind pig finds an acorn every now and again. (Although apparently there’s a little extra difficulty with that this year.)

So. Wutcha been up to?

Me? Not much. We went down to Portland last week for Science Girl’s birthday and spent way too much time & money at Powell’s. That was fun.

While we were there, I read (and was utterly charmed by) this little article. Man, I wish we’d had a club like that back in the day. Although we did have our own confused little music posse, having access to better equipment would have been nice. I want to buy one of their t-shirts so I can support their club, but it seems that you need to be on the myspace to do so and, well, I have enough trouble keeping this thing going.

Also, while we were down in Stumptown, I picked up a copy of the new Fucked Up CD. Holy cow, is it good! Although I keep seeing references to their being “hardcore”, which just leaves me scratching my head. Maybe it’s just due to the utter degradation of the term “punk rock”, but I’ve certainly heard my fill of hardcore in this life (and then some), and this ain’t anything like the strictly defined musical straitjacket that is/was hardcore. Or maybe things have just changed, I dunno, I’m older than dirt now & they say that the memory is the first thing to go…which, y’know, is probably a good thing. If I had to put a label on the Fucked Up sound (and I don’t but people seem to like that sort of thing, so…), I’d probably go with something stupid like “progcore”, but really it’s just glorious noise of the rockin’ sort that we so love here at TBGH. You should check it out.

Comments

[James]

Cool man. I still have that fucked up cd and it still remains one of my favorite records. I really enjoyed it and yeah I would not call that hardcore...really.