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Elmore James, “It Hurts Me Too”

Oh, I’m sorry. What was that? You don’t know who Elmore James is? He really isn’t anything special, just the blues equivalent of Elvis Presley, the essential precursor to rock n’ roll as we know it.

Its totally okay that you don’t know this. All it means it that you’re a fucking idiot. Ain’t no thang.

AM I RIGHT?!?

First remembered dream of 2012.

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Tim Riggins and Nick from The New Girl asked me to be on their foosball team.

Looks like it’s going to be a good year. 

This is why I love Anne Durant.

My first dream of 2012? I was back with an old ex-douche bag of mine, who was planting kisses all up in my grill. I went over to his new house then left to run to the little market down the street to buy beer. There the purchased beer was placed into an extra large black trash bag, and I somehow acquired a back pack. I hauled the beer back to ex-douche bag’s home, and when I walked in I found him sitting in an empty living room watching three TVs at once, flat screens showing Spanish soap operas. I put the beer away, watched some soap operas with him and an unidentified friend with no shirt or pants on, then when I asked if I could go grab a beer, he told me I had to call the land lord to find out how to retrieve it.

That was the whole dream. Anne’s was definitely better.

I Google image searched my last name, Mastroieni, and this was the very first shot that popped up.

I got drunk and I dropped Banana’s doggy anxiety pills behind the oven.

Belle & Sebastian’s Lazy Jane (which I always called Lazy Line Painter Jane); BBC session version

Though this version of the song is sans the power of the female voice of the original, the tune in general is phenomenal. I’ve always been on the fence as far as Belle & Sebastian is concerned. A great band, most definitely, but one that I don’t think ever deserved the immense praise they’ve received in their career.

This song, however…it makes me remember a time in my life that I’m not quite sure how to categorize. It wasn’t a happy time, but it was still a vital one that I cannot imagine living without. I was a student at Bard, my freshman year. My kid brother Sal had picked up and ran away with his girlfriend Anna, he was missing for months, and my whole family was a mess. It was during this miserable period that I first heard this song. The lyric “you will have a boy tonight, on the last bus out of town…” seemed so true to me, seemed like it was written about Sal and Anna and their immature and intense passion for one another. I played it for my mother and it brought her to tears.

My closest friend at Bard, Katherine, was the only person I felt comfortable confiding in while all of this was going on within my family - an unprecedented and unimaginable pain and loss. She and I would sit on her dorm room floor, downing shots of Crystal Palace vodka with a Coke from the soda machine as a chaser. Lazy Jane played on a loop, and every night, like clock work, we would end up lying on your backs listening to this song after about a dozen throw backs of horrible booze. I remember we were able to share the power of the song with one another without actually speaking. It is my fondest memory of my time at Bard, one of those small but unshakable experiences that will never fade and will always make me smile when it comes to mind.

Sal was found, by the way. At a coffee shop in Chicago. He and Anna are kaput, but I believe they will be in love with each other until the end of time.

What is this…2010?

I’m drunk on wine, at home in my pajamas, sitting at the computer with my headphones on, and listening far too intently to the music pouring into my ears. I’m even singing along, horribly off-key but zealously none the same. 

This may be the first time this sort of night has occurred since my move to Wilmington in August. Before I changed states, this whole drink-listen-to-music-smoke-cigarettes-drink-more schtick was the general routine every night for three years straight. Wine-fueled music marathons were the norm - it was on one of these nights that I started this youvegotareallygreatpersonality.com horse and pony show, actually. 

I have completely forgotten where I was going with this. 

This is considered a Christmas song for my ma and I.

Pitter, patter.

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Well color me blown away.

Previously I have written about Those Darlins and their unfortunate video for the awesome song “Screws Get Loose”. It made me sad to realize that one of my favorite flock of chicks had essentially sold out, lost their cool, made themselves a part of that pity party of rad people and/or bands that went for the big bucks and changed their tune entirely. But lo and behold, I stumble upon this. Those Darlins doing my one and only favorite from their second effort, Screws Get Loose; the lone song on that album that serves as a testament to their earlier work and the sound that made them stand out among the rest to begin with. They are soft, they are sweet, and they are sincere in this effort; the solidity amongst these darlins and their lone fine gentlemen fellow, at its most genuine and raw, is what makes one remember that these folks from the woods of the south know of what they speak. Nevermind their quick rise to fame; these ladies are as true to Americana as they come.

I just about peed myself when I first heard this.

Polaris, Summerbabe

Anyone remember the episode of Pete & Pete in which Little Pete walks around town and hears a garage band playing (in a garage, no less), and the song he overhears immediately becomes his infatuation? And the rest of the episode he tries. with little success, to recreate this song with his band of misfit village folk (who went by the band name The Blowholes)?

This is it - the song of songs - right here on this here blog ready to blow your Tumblr mind.

So did I.

She got real fat on good ol’ southern Thanksgiving cooking.

The Strange Boys, ”Be Brave”

Told you I was going to get into their new stuff. Here come those Strange Boys again, this time three years older and somewhat wiser. God bless ‘em, these kids haven’t changed a bit. If anything, they’ve become more true and honest to the garage rock sound as ever before - and that’s saying something, because these fellas have been nailin’ it from the get-go. The video itself is awesome to boot. I’ve got a feeling this is one of those bands I’m going to love more and more as they grow into older and wiser versions of the boys they are now.