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Some Jingle Jangle Morning
11/06/08 08:00 PM Filed in: Found
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Retro
You know what I need, another project!
Instead of finding another job I should dick around on the internet, no?
And so I shall. I finally took the initiative to kick off a pet project of mine. And we all know how my pet web projects work out (See: The Food Museum).
Nonetheless, click on this link to my new Tumblr blog dedicated to one thing and one thing only: FOUND AUDIO!
One of the hundreds of absurdly heavy and awkward boxes moved from Omaha to Austin contained my cassette collection. There's a lot. Lots of mixtapes, oddball audio, and random crap that I've had on unmarked audiocassettes for years. Unreleased stuff from great bands you've never heard, remixes, me doodling on keyboards, sequencers and guitars. Just like Bob Mould without the talent part.
Anyway, please enjoy my new semi-regular feature: FOUND AUDIO!
Instead of finding another job I should dick around on the internet, no?
And so I shall. I finally took the initiative to kick off a pet project of mine. And we all know how my pet web projects work out (See: The Food Museum).
Nonetheless, click on this link to my new Tumblr blog dedicated to one thing and one thing only: FOUND AUDIO!
One of the hundreds of absurdly heavy and awkward boxes moved from Omaha to Austin contained my cassette collection. There's a lot. Lots of mixtapes, oddball audio, and random crap that I've had on unmarked audiocassettes for years. Unreleased stuff from great bands you've never heard, remixes, me doodling on keyboards, sequencers and guitars. Just like Bob Mould without the talent part.
Anyway, please enjoy my new semi-regular feature: FOUND AUDIO!
And if you have any suggestions, requests or formatic
concepts for it, leave 'em in the comments. Or call
me. I mean, let's not pretend that most of you don't
already have my number.
Thanks, and huzzah.
M
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This Post is Rated X
06/01/08 12:01 AM Filed in: Music
And by Rated X, I mean "X" - as the Roman numeral 10.
10 years ago today, my life began to have meaning. It was 10 years ago, June 1st, that I went on my first date with Chris. We have been inseparable since, and I love him more with each passing day.
Even though 10 years is a gigantic milestone, we agreed for various reasons not to buy gifts. (Although, somehow, between the two of us, we managed to get a Wii and a copy of Super Mario Galaxy, but that was allegedly not anniversary-related so it doesn't count.
No matter, because I didn't buy my gift, I made it. And this gift is more valuable than anything I could've bought (certainly more than I could've afforded thanks to the Jeep cracking a cylinder). It features me doing something I H-A-T-E to do publicly... sing. I despise my singing voice for reasons that will be evident below. But I've wanted to do a rendition of this song for a while because it conveys how I feel, and I know that it connects to both of us. So, take it away, me:
There you have it.
I don't let my personal life blur onto the blog too often, because I'd rather eschew the naval-gazing for quality content. However, if it weren't for Chris, I wouldn't have a reason to blog, or do much else for that matter.
So enjoy this Halley's Comet of heartfelt sincerity among my inky-black space of snark.
And Chris, I love you.
-M
10 years ago today, my life began to have meaning. It was 10 years ago, June 1st, that I went on my first date with Chris. We have been inseparable since, and I love him more with each passing day.
Even though 10 years is a gigantic milestone, we agreed for various reasons not to buy gifts. (Although, somehow, between the two of us, we managed to get a Wii and a copy of Super Mario Galaxy, but that was allegedly not anniversary-related so it doesn't count.
No matter, because I didn't buy my gift, I made it. And this gift is more valuable than anything I could've bought (certainly more than I could've afforded thanks to the Jeep cracking a cylinder). It features me doing something I H-A-T-E to do publicly... sing. I despise my singing voice for reasons that will be evident below. But I've wanted to do a rendition of this song for a while because it conveys how I feel, and I know that it connects to both of us. So, take it away, me:
There you have it.
I don't let my personal life blur onto the blog too often, because I'd rather eschew the naval-gazing for quality content. However, if it weren't for Chris, I wouldn't have a reason to blog, or do much else for that matter.
So enjoy this Halley's Comet of heartfelt sincerity among my inky-black space of snark.
And Chris, I love you.
-M