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I Am Old

At what age can you no longer subsist on just a few hours of sleep, bouncing back from fatigue with the spritely elasticity of one of those psychedelic-colored bouncy balls?Well, after some careful research (IE, getting old) I have ascertained that it all goes out the window at age 26. I am 27. DONE. 

This week — which was replete with work things and life things — I only suffered through approximately 12 hours of high school-flashback ridden slumber. Which means I was basically in a David Lynchean dream state by the time I hit up the So So Glos show at Glasslands last night.

My friend Alexandra who is cool and has pink hair accompanied me to said show, which also featured  Liquor Store, Sundelles and The Pharmacy. Oh, and Patrick Stickles from Titus Andronicus DJ’d.

Lost as I was in my old person sleep fog, I don’t remember much about the openers, except that I liked them (all punk-leaning, no ambient stuff) and that one of the guys in The Pharmacy looked like Neil Young. He had on a super rad hat, too. Still, I had fun. There was some dancing. Hopefully out of range of the show photog.

Unfortunately, Alexandra had to leave as soon as the So So Glos took the stage, thereby rapidly sapping my resolve to carry on. Truthfully, I don’t really like going to shows alone, and every time I do, it ends up being a punk show with moshing. I am a tiny person. I need my entourage of enormous friends to keep me safe from harm. Otherwise I get kicked in the face by a crowdsurfer at a Fucked Up show while trying to sing into Damian Abraham’s mic. True story. I had a fat-ish lip.

I was enjoying the show. I promise you I was. But soon the lure of my bed — much closer now that I no longer live in the wilds of Greenpoint — overwhelmed me — and I ducked under a girl who was only tenuously supported by a sea of hands into the rainy night. All the way home, my footsteps seemed to mock me, beating out the words, “Old, old, old, old.” And, as if to confirm my impending downspiral into a landscape laden with pajamas before 7pm and female-pattern baldness, that night my dreams were free of high school flashbacks. 

Luckily, however, I have a chance to redeem myself this Saturday, as I’m heading to Shea Stadium to see Bosco Delrey, The Pharmacy (again. I hope dude wears that hat), Fuzzy Cloaks and Japanther. 

Now, however, imma take a nap.*

*Note: This is a lie. 

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Brenna

Friday Derailment

Stop snoozing at your cube and listen to this. New single from Aaron Pfenning — ex-Chairlifter, current brain behind Rewards. Titled “Equal Dreams,” from DFA, featuring Solange Knowles and Blood Orange. I think it’s the weekend now.

Train Trax Turntable.fm

Worked for home today, so no commute. Chill in my Turntable.fm room instead of going outside. I’ll queue up some trax for background-at-work-listening.

Welcome To Train Trax

Hello Internet, I write about music — as well as listen to lots of music that I do not write about — which means my iTunes is currently a mess of scattered MP3s from bands “I’ve been meaning to check out.”

Such negligence ends NOW. Each day, I will choose three trax at random from the morass that is my music library, and offer up reviews of said trax — trax that I will listen to on the train, as that is where I consume most of my music. (In order to shut out the shrieks of children and, you know, the world in general.)

Do you get the pun now? Good.

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Happy 2010. Not that much different from 2009, huh? Making out checks is going to be hard for a while, I suppose. I will probably write “2009” on many a check, causing my landlord to send them back to me disgustedly (not that I’ve done that before or anything…).

Sadly, I have let this blog languish over the past few months, which I am sure has been an extreme disappointment to my many, many nonexistent readers. That’s because my bud Andi and I have been hard at work on our blog, Stuff Hipsters Hate, which was anonymous until a month or two ago. I have also been super busy trying to get employed so that I could send checks — incorrectly dated as they are — to said landlord. I am now employed (silent cheer). I work at Mashable. And because people over at Mashable are supposed to be super social media-y, I thought I would reignite this blog, which basically translates to: Sometimes I will post music videos and pictures much like the one above (which is super creeptastic). Get excited.

Yaaaaaaaaay.

Kitten!!!

I have not posted in forever. My Tumblarity is, like, 0.