Heir 2 tha Streetz

I can't tell you how many times E and I have spent Saturday night at home watching this local access hip-hop tv show. We even know all the lyrics to the intro. I'm afraid it might happen tonight, too. And somehow we still maintain a reputation for going out a lot. You have no idea.



P.S. E thinks Mosley needs to get a role in the opening credits, playing the part of "bad ass pit bull #2."

The Singing Saw at Christmastime

Anyone who knows me well knows my unhealthy obsession with Sufjan Stevens' Christmas box set. Even in the middle of summer, not a week goes by without me thinking, "Boy, I'd really like to hear "Get Behind me Santa" right now." Due to this intense love and my tendency to over play music, I limit myself to listening to it December 1st--January 1st. It takes discipline. I occasionally make the exception for "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing," because it's probably my favorite song (and favorite recording of it), and technically, it's not a Christmas song.

This year, I'm excited to have a new obsession (though not a replacement, of course). Julian Koster's putting out an album of all singing saw Christmas music. Here's Koster is in all his singing saw Christmas glory:


On a related note, I hear that Low is putting out a Christmas 7" on SubPop. When I saw them at the MFA last week, they played one of the tracks, and it was rather terrifying. To quote my review:

A new Christmas song started off innocently (“Tapping on the rooftop…”), but quickly turned menacing as Sparhawk yelled “Santa Claus is coming!” The words were not so much a gleeful declaration as they were a command to get the hell out of the house.

On a final note, for those of you who don't know, I finally bought a piano! And I'm in desperate need of good Christmas music. I have one book that I grew up playing, but the music's a little too basic. Let me know if you have any good sheet music I can borrow. Thanks!

last night's concert: low

E and I saw Low last night at the MFA. A review will be forthcoming. I wholeheartedly loved it. E? Not so much. One of the few music related things we disagree on. "Breaker" is my favorite song from their last album. And today I discovered the video (a year and a half after its release). So. disgusting. Naturally, that's why I'm posting it here.

Last night's concert: Matt Pryor

If your name is Jill and you sang "Campfire Kansas" on stage with Matt Pryor at Harpers Ferry in Allston, I have some cute photos. Write me a comment with your e-mail.

Here's my review of the show. It was good, nostalgic fun.

Mitch Hedberg

I'm dangerously close (one day!) to not posting for a whole month, so here goes. Today The New York Times informed me that my favorite comedian Mitch Hedberg died of a drug overdose, uh, three years ago (obviously, I don't follow comedy very closely). I watched some YouTube videos today to confirm that he was as funny as I remember. He was, indeed.

This was the first joke I ever heard from him, which gratefully someone put on YouTube:



This was Mitch on Letterman: