cool nerds

so this super great band metronomy is coming to play at the bane of my existance, my job, the funky buddha lounge.
if i didnt get to randomly choose these great acts to come play, i would seriously strangle someone. or at least yell more.
metronomy is actually 1 man, with a backing tour group, the food groups. and from what ive read, the show has a lot of flailing and guitar solos...

check out the videos, they are like a test to see if you can take it, the musc is serious though. it so great they dont add vocals, you leave wanting more, but humming what you did hear...

metronomy- "you could have easily had me"


metronomy-"1 string strung"


heres the flyer for the night they are here


james curd from the greenskeepers is djing too. their new single and video really made me think.


so yeah, join me on nerd night at buddha! its serious....

An Open Letter to Dick Cheney

by Bob Dylan, 1963
via middleCoast, 2007


Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Holy Crap!

Maybe everyone but me has seen this already, but I just found (thank you gorillamask) this video from 2004 of Yves Rossy, some crazy Swiss who decided he needed to strap a jet pack to his back and fly around the Swiss Alps for awhile. My eyebrows are still at their apex watching this for the third time. Bear with the Moby tune until about halfway through when he flies in formation with the friggin plane he jumped out of. Unreal:



Speaking of crazy French-speaking daredevils, have you ever seen the Human Spiderman, aka Alain Robert? With a fannypack full of powder to keep his hands dry, and a box of ciggies (he is French, after all), this dude will scale anything. He's scaled the Sears Tower, for fuck's sake (shown here, here, and here). He can do a pull up with one finger. Ridiculous. Oh, and this is all guerilla-style: so sure enough, he gets arrested as soon as he makes it to the top. Good work, CPD! Here he is in action:



Now I'm gonna go back to my couch...

-mC