My very good friend Ivan, proprietor of The Rest Is Silence, occasionally does a
feature called Sounda'Roundus (or some spelling variation thereof) where guest
writers choose their top thirteen favorite albums.
This edition's featured
writer is me! And you can read it here:
http://theerestissilence.blogspot.com/2013/04/soundaroundus-sally-zyberts-top-13.html
The
Rest Is Silence, by the way, is an awesome blog and has made me far more
interested in Swamp Thing than I ever thought possible. Go read around in there,
it's good stuff!
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Friday, April 19, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
One Track Mind, Local H Edition
When I get fixated on something, I get fucking fixated. And right now all I can think about is Local H. And how much I love their music. And how dreamy Scott Lucas is.
Damn it.
Why do I have to be a natural fangirl? I know I bore everybody around me with all my chattering about whatever my obsession of the moment is. None of my friends listen to the same music as me. But I also tend to think I have way better taste in music than my friends. (Sorry, friends. I love you, but I like my music better than yours. Except sometimes. But usually.)
And right now that music is Local H:
Seriously, they're kind of perfect.
And I'm also really enjoying the album I have by Scott Lucas And The Married Men.
Looking forward to hearing the rest of their stuff.
And more Local H. All the Local H. (Why oh why did I sell my copies of Ham Fisted and Pack Up The Cats?)
Also, I love a band where every current member of the band is attractive. Sure, there's only two of them but Brian St. Clair kinda reminds me of Bill Moseley for some reason and Scott Lucas... well, actually, he looks grumpy most of the time.
But it works for him. I know from my brief encounter buying a t-shirt from him that he isn't as surly as he looks in pictures and ... I don't know. Seeing them live helped a lot. Maybe the last shreds of thirteen year old me are just having a field day.
I think that was the moment that solidified my fangirl crush on the man and it really brought together the vague feeling I'd been having the whole show that I have been missing out on something wonderful.
I'm sure this will pass but part of me feels like, since I have friends who live in Chicago, I should just move out there. Then I could hang out with Kristin all the time and, if I'm lucky, go to a bunch of Local H shows.
And maybe it's easier to find a job in Chicago than it is where I'm living now.
I really, really need a change of scenery.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
P.S. I don't own the rights to any of the pictures I post on this blog. If I used a picture you took and you want me to give you credit, let me know.
P.P.S. Seriously, gaah! I am so infatuated.
Why do I have to be a natural fangirl? I know I bore everybody around me with all my chattering about whatever my obsession of the moment is. None of my friends listen to the same music as me. But I also tend to think I have way better taste in music than my friends. (Sorry, friends. I love you, but I like my music better than yours. Except sometimes. But usually.)
And right now that music is Local H:
Seriously, they're kind of perfect.
And I'm also really enjoying the album I have by Scott Lucas And The Married Men.
Looking forward to hearing the rest of their stuff.
And more Local H. All the Local H. (Why oh why did I sell my copies of Ham Fisted and Pack Up The Cats?)
I really liked the video for Bound For The Floor.
And, okay, I have thing thing about live shows. I watch videos of old Gogol Bordello shows and feel bummed that I started listening to them after they stopped all their crazy theatrical stuff. I mean, they're still arguably the best live band I've ever seen but I feel like live shows are an opportunity to just get nuts if the music so moves you. And, yeah, those moments are always better when they're spontaneous, which obviously Gogol Bordello's theatrics weren't, but I still love that they took the opportunity to get fucking crazy.
I have no way of knowing for sure whether it was planned or not, but Scott Lucas duct taped a microphone to his face.
I think that was the moment that solidified my fangirl crush on the man and it really brought together the vague feeling I'd been having the whole show that I have been missing out on something wonderful.
I'm sure this will pass but part of me feels like, since I have friends who live in Chicago, I should just move out there. Then I could hang out with Kristin all the time and, if I'm lucky, go to a bunch of Local H shows.
And maybe it's easier to find a job in Chicago than it is where I'm living now.
I really, really need a change of scenery.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
P.S. I don't own the rights to any of the pictures I post on this blog. If I used a picture you took and you want me to give you credit, let me know.
P.P.S. Seriously, gaah! I am so infatuated.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Just Some Things That Make Me Happy
Today I'm going to a Norton Records benefit show. I haven't heard of most of the people playing but I'm sure I'll have a good time. The main reason I'm going is to see Reverend Beat Man:
On Wednesday I went to see Local H and ... Okay, you know how some concerts just hit you the right way? I'm hesitant to use the phrase "religious experience" because what the hell does that even mean, but it almost seems appropriate. I've always liked Local H, I was a big fan of Bound For The Floor:
and As Good As Dead in general (High Fiving MF, Nothing Special, Eddie Vedder, Lovey Dovey... great stuff) but I never really seeked them out (sook them out?) until I happened to run across this song:
and just fell in love with it.
I reviewed the concert on my other blog but basically what it boils down to is this:
Some concerts have a certain magic or chemistry or air or whatever that just speaks to you and Local H did that for me. The fact that such a huge sound could come out of just two guys, the fact that they were so loud and rockin' and honest, the fact that the drum kit was out in front next to the singer rather than behind him (which totally makes sense in a two person group but it's still rad that they set up that way), the fact that Scott Lucas runs the merch table himself, just everything about the show turned me from a casual fan to an ardent one.
I love Local H.
Anyway, on a completely different note, my good friend Ivan understands my sense of humor really, really well and shows me some of the best online videos I've ever seen. The most recent ones were some of Ackbar's Ads, including the Trap Rap:
and, my personal favorite, Admiral Ackbar's Ackting Ackademy:
Something about fake commercials that list a bunch of things always cracks me up.
And, just for fun, here's some more Local H:
And here's Dan Aykroyd performing Rubber Biscuit at The Satellite in Los Angeles with Harper Simon. I was there. He held the door open for me and my friend. I was less than five inches from Dan Aykroyd!
Be seeing you.
-Sally
On Wednesday I went to see Local H and ... Okay, you know how some concerts just hit you the right way? I'm hesitant to use the phrase "religious experience" because what the hell does that even mean, but it almost seems appropriate. I've always liked Local H, I was a big fan of Bound For The Floor:
and As Good As Dead in general (High Fiving MF, Nothing Special, Eddie Vedder, Lovey Dovey... great stuff) but I never really seeked them out (sook them out?) until I happened to run across this song:
and just fell in love with it.
I reviewed the concert on my other blog but basically what it boils down to is this:
Some concerts have a certain magic or chemistry or air or whatever that just speaks to you and Local H did that for me. The fact that such a huge sound could come out of just two guys, the fact that they were so loud and rockin' and honest, the fact that the drum kit was out in front next to the singer rather than behind him (which totally makes sense in a two person group but it's still rad that they set up that way), the fact that Scott Lucas runs the merch table himself, just everything about the show turned me from a casual fan to an ardent one.
I love Local H.
Anyway, on a completely different note, my good friend Ivan understands my sense of humor really, really well and shows me some of the best online videos I've ever seen. The most recent ones were some of Ackbar's Ads, including the Trap Rap:
and, my personal favorite, Admiral Ackbar's Ackting Ackademy:
Something about fake commercials that list a bunch of things always cracks me up.
And, just for fun, here's some more Local H:
And here's Dan Aykroyd performing Rubber Biscuit at The Satellite in Los Angeles with Harper Simon. I was there. He held the door open for me and my friend. I was less than five inches from Dan Aykroyd!
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Friday, April 12, 2013
NBC Hates Me
Several weeks ago I stayed up way later than necessary to see Tomahawk on Last Call With Carson Daly. The footage on the show was filmed at a concert that I happened to be at and it was Tomahawk's first television performance, and I was very thrilled to see it.
Two lines into Stone Letter, my second favorite song on the new album, NBC cut off the show for a special report about The Pope resigning.
And I was pissed.
So now, finally, finally, they've put the Tomahawk clips on their Last Call With Carson Daly website. And, while Oddfellows plays fine, the Stone Letter video just sits there, mocking me, refusing to start.
I am embedding it here in the hopes that somehow that will make it play.
If that doesn't work, I don't know what I'll do.
I guess NBC does have every right to hate me; I loudly announced to everyone who'd listen (which was nobody) six months before the whole Conan Tonight Show debacle happened when Jay Leno threw a tantrum and I was certain that they'd fire Conan and give the show back to Leno. And when they did, I was one of Conan's most vocal supporters. And I refused to watch NBC for months afterwards until Gogol Bordello was playing on one of their late night shows and forced me to tune in. Then, when the whole "interrupt Tomahawk for the Pope" thing happened, I sent them a very angry email where I threatened to curse at them and told them I hate them.
So, yeah, NBC can hate me all they want.
But I'll extend some sort of olive branch if they'll just let me watch this Stone Letter video!
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Two lines into Stone Letter, my second favorite song on the new album, NBC cut off the show for a special report about The Pope resigning.
And I was pissed.
So now, finally, finally, they've put the Tomahawk clips on their Last Call With Carson Daly website. And, while Oddfellows plays fine, the Stone Letter video just sits there, mocking me, refusing to start.
I am embedding it here in the hopes that somehow that will make it play.
If that doesn't work, I don't know what I'll do.
I guess NBC does have every right to hate me; I loudly announced to everyone who'd listen (which was nobody) six months before the whole Conan Tonight Show debacle happened when Jay Leno threw a tantrum and I was certain that they'd fire Conan and give the show back to Leno. And when they did, I was one of Conan's most vocal supporters. And I refused to watch NBC for months afterwards until Gogol Bordello was playing on one of their late night shows and forced me to tune in. Then, when the whole "interrupt Tomahawk for the Pope" thing happened, I sent them a very angry email where I threatened to curse at them and told them I hate them.
So, yeah, NBC can hate me all they want.
But I'll extend some sort of olive branch if they'll just let me watch this Stone Letter video!
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
What I Hate About Math
I hate when people claim that pi is non-repeating. How do you know? Have you ever calculated it that far? Maybe on its eighty three gazillionth digit it starts over again!
“Gazillion isn’t a number.”
How would you know? Have you ever counted that high?
“Gazillion isn’t a number.”
How would you know? Have you ever counted that high?
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