***Yes, WYBF is back on the air and "A Rocking Scene With Hot Xtine" was the first show***
Eels - Trouble With Dreams
Dressy Bessy - Side 2
Russian Futurists - These Seven Notes
Dudley Corporation - What a Human Does
Archie Bronson Outfit - Islands
Electrelane - The Partisan
Big Blue Marble - 100ft Trees
Scout Niblett - Kidnapped by Neptune
Spoon - Was It You
Of Montreal - So Begins Our Alabee
Wintergreen - When I Wake Up
The Nein - The Vibe
The Out Crowd - Little Elf
White Stripes - Blue Orchid
Team Sleep - Ever (Foreign Flag)
PELA - Latitudes
Tullycraft - Stowaway
Col. Knowledge & The Lickity Splits - Comin' On Fast
Robert Skoro - 2318
Devin Davis - Iron Woman
33Hz - Digital Lover
Diamond Nights - Diamond Nights
Grey DeLisle - Bohemian Rhapsody
Majorie Fair - Stare
Lucero - Hold Me Close
Palomar - Honesty
Coldplay - Speed of Sound
Mountain Goats - Dance Music
Redwalls - Thank You
Apes - Baba's Mount
Sunday, May 22
Thursday, May 19
Almost Free
Last night I went to see The Appleseed Cast, Chin Up Chin Up and Pattern is Movement at the church.
I highly suggest everyone go check out Pattern is Movement. I met the singer Andrew back in December at some horribly fantastic dive bar in Philly at some show. They're about to head over to the west coast in a few months to record their second album. After getting a 8.6 review from Pitchfork, I think everyone needs to jump on the bandwagon and start supporting this band. They are going to be huge - I fucking swear on my last pack of cigarettes.
The Appleseed Cast totally made my evening. I used to listen to them back in high school. (Note: When all of us were in high school we were obsessed with one label. My label was Deep Elm.) After their glorious set, I went up to the lead singer and thanked him for coming back to Philadelphia. Yes I am a geek, but I needed to thank someone in person for making me feel like a little girl again.
I highly suggest everyone go check out Pattern is Movement. I met the singer Andrew back in December at some horribly fantastic dive bar in Philly at some show. They're about to head over to the west coast in a few months to record their second album. After getting a 8.6 review from Pitchfork, I think everyone needs to jump on the bandwagon and start supporting this band. They are going to be huge - I fucking swear on my last pack of cigarettes.
The Appleseed Cast totally made my evening. I used to listen to them back in high school. (Note: When all of us were in high school we were obsessed with one label. My label was Deep Elm.) After their glorious set, I went up to the lead singer and thanked him for coming back to Philadelphia. Yes I am a geek, but I needed to thank someone in person for making me feel like a little girl again.
Wednesday, May 18
Cubicles: The New Bane of My Existence
Earlier this morning I was at work and wearing the cutest dress, but ugly shoes. And I think I made one of the boss men angry. I was only peeking around his doorway to see what he was doing and then he got up and slammed the door. So I guess I was in hot water. And to make matters worse, I was in hot water and wearing the ugliest shoes known to man. During my lunch break I ate half a pound of genoa salami and changed into my favorite pair of stilettoes. My feet might hurt, but at least they look good.
And yesterday night an angel came to me in the disguise of a mid-twenties man riding an expensive bicycle with a Marlboro Light hanging out of his mouth. He called himself Tony and told me, "You should enjoy the grass and the trees here at Cabrini. One day there will be no trees, only cement. And there will be buildings, but they will be made out of cement."
Should I be worried that the former students of my college are hanging around late at night predicting my future?
The secretary that just walked by gave me a funny look. I thought it was maybe because I wasn't doing work, but we are leaving in about 20 minutes so the night is just about to wrap up. And then I realized that as a result of eating an entire bag of Sour Patch Kids, there is a nice coating of sugar all over my mouth.
Great. She probably thinks it was coke or something. To make matters worse, when I just tried to explain it to her I said, "it's just cabbage patch kids."
Now she really thinks I'm crazy. Just fucking fantastic. I really can't wait until 5pm.
And yesterday night an angel came to me in the disguise of a mid-twenties man riding an expensive bicycle with a Marlboro Light hanging out of his mouth. He called himself Tony and told me, "You should enjoy the grass and the trees here at Cabrini. One day there will be no trees, only cement. And there will be buildings, but they will be made out of cement."
Should I be worried that the former students of my college are hanging around late at night predicting my future?
The secretary that just walked by gave me a funny look. I thought it was maybe because I wasn't doing work, but we are leaving in about 20 minutes so the night is just about to wrap up. And then I realized that as a result of eating an entire bag of Sour Patch Kids, there is a nice coating of sugar all over my mouth.
Great. She probably thinks it was coke or something. To make matters worse, when I just tried to explain it to her I said, "it's just cabbage patch kids."
Now she really thinks I'm crazy. Just fucking fantastic. I really can't wait until 5pm.
Saturday, May 14
Kill Me Now
It's been 21 hours since my last cigarette. I've been told that if you can make it 3 days without one, then you're pretty much golden. I don't even think I can last 1 day.
I spent a good part of the day with the Libertarian. We went to Ikea and I ate $o.75 hot dogs until my belly felt like it was going to explode. Then after traveling around looking for thrift stores and visiting the location of his rockin new job, I'm back to my old house with absolutely nothing to do. (NOTE: bored = christine wants a cigarette = not good)
Right now I'm sucking on pretzel rods to fend off this urge to smoke. I felt like I was drowing all day. Passing by people looked at me like I was a freak because I was gasping for air like a fish out of water.
I did find a used copy of Lone Pigeon. It was pretty wild because a few months ago when I was interviewing Dogs Die in Hot Cars, fun-loving singer Craig, mentioned Lone Pigeon and told us to check him out. I don't know how I remembered the name of the artist, but while browsing through Repo Record's selection this morning, my fingers magically came across it.
It's a pretty weirdo CD. Lone Pigeon is the one responsible for starting up the Beta Band. And of course Craig told me lovely stories about Lone Pigeon and Beta Band that I'm not going to share, but I do suggest you go out and find a copy of Lone Pigeon just so it can blow your mind.
Everyone wish me luck with this not smoking situation...I'm going to start the laundry then going to venture over to the radio station. If I can make it until tonight without smoking then I think I'll be finished forever.
I spent a good part of the day with the Libertarian. We went to Ikea and I ate $o.75 hot dogs until my belly felt like it was going to explode. Then after traveling around looking for thrift stores and visiting the location of his rockin new job, I'm back to my old house with absolutely nothing to do. (NOTE: bored = christine wants a cigarette = not good)
Right now I'm sucking on pretzel rods to fend off this urge to smoke. I felt like I was drowing all day. Passing by people looked at me like I was a freak because I was gasping for air like a fish out of water.
I did find a used copy of Lone Pigeon. It was pretty wild because a few months ago when I was interviewing Dogs Die in Hot Cars, fun-loving singer Craig, mentioned Lone Pigeon and told us to check him out. I don't know how I remembered the name of the artist, but while browsing through Repo Record's selection this morning, my fingers magically came across it.
It's a pretty weirdo CD. Lone Pigeon is the one responsible for starting up the Beta Band. And of course Craig told me lovely stories about Lone Pigeon and Beta Band that I'm not going to share, but I do suggest you go out and find a copy of Lone Pigeon just so it can blow your mind.
Everyone wish me luck with this not smoking situation...I'm going to start the laundry then going to venture over to the radio station. If I can make it until tonight without smoking then I think I'll be finished forever.
Friday, May 13
I Never
So it's been exactly 7 minutes since my last and final cigarette ever.
I already want another. Scratch that, I already want like 4. I never thought this quiting business was going to be so goddamn hard. I always want a cigarette: in the morning with my coffee, walking to work, just because I'm bored, because someone pisses me off or just because I can.
I really was going to quit on the day after my birthday, but yesterday I just couldn't help myself. My parents came up to visit and it was the day of my interview over at FMQB so not smoking a cigarette would have resulted in only badness.
While I started cleaning out my desk I found empty cigarette packs. (like 8 because I would just chuck them in my desk drawer and reach for a new pack.)
I did pal around Krista for the better part of the day so of course smoking was included. I think the only good thing to result from her not returning as station manager for WYBF is that I'll be able to quit. Yet I don't know how to maintain sanity while dealing with the kiddies and being music director. I can just picture myself now slitting someone's throat with the CD's that pile up on my desk instead of reviewing them.
I'm going to see Will Ferrel's new movie in a few minutes with the Libertarian. (By the way, he and I polished off an entire bottle of wine to celebrate our new jobs - his paying like $50,000 more than mine because mine is an unpaid internship.) This movie better be funny...or else I'm going to want a cigarette and then some poor bystander is going to feel my wrath.
I already want another. Scratch that, I already want like 4. I never thought this quiting business was going to be so goddamn hard. I always want a cigarette: in the morning with my coffee, walking to work, just because I'm bored, because someone pisses me off or just because I can.
I really was going to quit on the day after my birthday, but yesterday I just couldn't help myself. My parents came up to visit and it was the day of my interview over at FMQB so not smoking a cigarette would have resulted in only badness.
While I started cleaning out my desk I found empty cigarette packs. (like 8 because I would just chuck them in my desk drawer and reach for a new pack.)
I did pal around Krista for the better part of the day so of course smoking was included. I think the only good thing to result from her not returning as station manager for WYBF is that I'll be able to quit. Yet I don't know how to maintain sanity while dealing with the kiddies and being music director. I can just picture myself now slitting someone's throat with the CD's that pile up on my desk instead of reviewing them.
I'm going to see Will Ferrel's new movie in a few minutes with the Libertarian. (By the way, he and I polished off an entire bottle of wine to celebrate our new jobs - his paying like $50,000 more than mine because mine is an unpaid internship.) This movie better be funny...or else I'm going to want a cigarette and then some poor bystander is going to feel my wrath.
Monday, May 9
Happy Fucking Birthday to Me
Birthdays are definitely the opposite of wine. I think they get worse with age.
Favorite Presents I recieved this year:
- new hair-dye job from the roomie
- beads from Michael from the time he went for a job interview at a nuclear power plant
- a cure shirt from their album "pornography" from Loud Rock Dave
- a lovely mix CD
Not So-Favorite Presents I recieved this year:
- a phone call from my mother at 7am
- my car insurance bill laying on my desk that I will ignore for as long as possible
I did get to sleep in until my little heart's content and then Hass took me to Taco Bell. I ran around the office pretending to sort through the mail, but really knowing I can't do anything with those CD's until the system is up in the radio station. Then I went to dinner with my favorites where I paid for my own dinner, which I didn't end up eating anyhow. I think next year my birthday dinner will consist of a liquid diet.
Tomorrow night there will be a party at Loud Rock Dave's apartment. Let me know if you're interested in coming and I will give you the details.
Favorite Presents I recieved this year:
- new hair-dye job from the roomie
- beads from Michael from the time he went for a job interview at a nuclear power plant
- a cure shirt from their album "pornography" from Loud Rock Dave
- a lovely mix CD
Not So-Favorite Presents I recieved this year:
- a phone call from my mother at 7am
- my car insurance bill laying on my desk that I will ignore for as long as possible
I did get to sleep in until my little heart's content and then Hass took me to Taco Bell. I ran around the office pretending to sort through the mail, but really knowing I can't do anything with those CD's until the system is up in the radio station. Then I went to dinner with my favorites where I paid for my own dinner, which I didn't end up eating anyhow. I think next year my birthday dinner will consist of a liquid diet.
Tomorrow night there will be a party at Loud Rock Dave's apartment. Let me know if you're interested in coming and I will give you the details.
Sunday, May 8
We Both Go Down Together
Thursday night was quite a majestic performance by The Decemberists. Me and the boyfriend met up with his friends that came down from NYC for the show. I was kind of worried that I wouldn't be on the list since the show was super sold out, but after dealing with ultra-bitchy girl working the door all was well.
The opener was just excruciatingly long and boring. She had a nice voice, but she didn't really hold my interest (or the rest of the audiences' interests for that matter.)
I was kind of upset that they didn't perform "Billy Liar" or "A Cautionary Song" since they did play them the last time I saw them at CMJ. I really wanted to hear "Shiny", but that probably would have been pushing my luck.
The most surprising thing about that show was all of the youngins there. Everywhere I looked there were "prost-a-tots" in short mini skirts and flip-flops all peering through their shaggy bangs to catch a glimpse of Mr. Meloy. (For some reason I was more infatuated with Chris Funk that night instead of Colin) I mean it was so bad, I didn't even chain-smoke through the hour-and-a-half wait for The Decemberists like I usually would anywhere else.
Speaking of smoking, I'm supossed to be quiting. Yet tomorrow is my birthday, so I guess I'll jump on the bandwagon of quitting after my special day. I am in the midst of planning something exceptionally grand for tomorrow...
The opener was just excruciatingly long and boring. She had a nice voice, but she didn't really hold my interest (or the rest of the audiences' interests for that matter.)
I was kind of upset that they didn't perform "Billy Liar" or "A Cautionary Song" since they did play them the last time I saw them at CMJ. I really wanted to hear "Shiny", but that probably would have been pushing my luck.
The most surprising thing about that show was all of the youngins there. Everywhere I looked there were "prost-a-tots" in short mini skirts and flip-flops all peering through their shaggy bangs to catch a glimpse of Mr. Meloy. (For some reason I was more infatuated with Chris Funk that night instead of Colin) I mean it was so bad, I didn't even chain-smoke through the hour-and-a-half wait for The Decemberists like I usually would anywhere else.
Speaking of smoking, I'm supossed to be quiting. Yet tomorrow is my birthday, so I guess I'll jump on the bandwagon of quitting after my special day. I am in the midst of planning something exceptionally grand for tomorrow...
Tuesday, May 3
Set Yourself on Fire
Drunk posts are my favorite thing of all time...tonight was Lisa's birthday. (one of two of my favorite ex-roomies) When I got back from Villanova, aka Vanilla-Ova, the girls were already throwing back shots and dancing to 80's music like it was their job.
Last night me and the roomie went to see Stars. It was exactly what I needed to get through these past few weeks while everyone else is going through those end-of-the-semester blues. Even though the singer was completely cracked out and saying things like "I don't reccomend coke, but it's fun" I enjoyed every moment while dancing myself silly. (Stars is seriously the band version of the ever-so-popular Zoloft.)
AND, I met someone. He's absolutely wonderful. Finally someone to lay around with and listen to music with all night, without one complaint on my crazy taste of music or one weird look when my hair decides to be out of control. I can't even begin to explain how or why it happened but it did and I couldn't be happier.
Oh, and I have the interview for my hopefully bangin new internship on May 12th. If everything works out then I'm going to be in job paradise. (aka: sitting at a pretty desk and writing about music.)
Last night me and the roomie went to see Stars. It was exactly what I needed to get through these past few weeks while everyone else is going through those end-of-the-semester blues. Even though the singer was completely cracked out and saying things like "I don't reccomend coke, but it's fun" I enjoyed every moment while dancing myself silly. (Stars is seriously the band version of the ever-so-popular Zoloft.)
AND, I met someone. He's absolutely wonderful. Finally someone to lay around with and listen to music with all night, without one complaint on my crazy taste of music or one weird look when my hair decides to be out of control. I can't even begin to explain how or why it happened but it did and I couldn't be happier.
Oh, and I have the interview for my hopefully bangin new internship on May 12th. If everything works out then I'm going to be in job paradise. (aka: sitting at a pretty desk and writing about music.)
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