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10/29/10
CC & Robert Smith "Not In Love"
Crystal Castles : Not In Love (ft. Robert Smith)
10/27/10
New Girls "Heartbreaker"
Christopher Owens and co. are back ready to release some new material after last year's surprising and phenomenal debut LP, Album which cracked our top 5 of 2009. We have the first listen to Girls' latest tune from the upcoming new six-song Broken Dreams Club EP which comes out on November 22 via True Panther. The EP is available for pre-order here.
"Heartbreaker" is another epic, soul-wrenching, lyric driven monologue from Christopher Owens. The softness of Christopher's voice makes it seemingly apparent that he misses his someone special and he finds that he/she makes him a better person. The song starts out with echoing guitar part that is background to the bass solo that drives into the first stanza where Christopher admits "I'm not quite as beautiful as when you're next to me." The song is not a major departure from Girls' original sound, yet it perfectly propels where they left off from on Album.
Girls : Heartbreaker
10/26/10
Lykke Li "Get Some"
Lykke Li has a new single out, "Get Some". I'm assuming (hopefully) this means the Swedish indie songwriter has an album in the works. The Get Some 7" vinyl is avaiable via Rough Trade. Download the single + b-side ("Paris Blue") here.
Lykke Li : Get Some
Lykke Li : Little Bit
Other Panda
For even more clarity, this is a giant panda.
They live in China, cost a million dollars, eat bamboo and have not produced any notable records of late.
Girls find them just adorable though.
Girls find them just adorable though.
Gold Panda
For those of you who may not be real sharp on your musician knowledge these days and are pretty consistent readers of this blog (thank you), then all of this 'Panda' in music business might be a little confusing. Clearing up the confusion, this is Gold Panda. Gold Panda is an electronic musician from Chelmsford in the United Kingdom living and working in London. This is the first time we've mentioned Gold Panda on this blog.
Gold Panda’s journey has been a long and intermittently strange one. Initially, the Essex, UK artist spent his day-job time behind the counters of various houses of ill repute—adult bookstores, record shops—finding that the two were equally seedy. He spent the rest of his waking hours building up a library of original, dizzyingly eclectic electronic music incorporating a disparate mix of influences and source material. The results were gleaming instrumental hip-hop tracks saturated with bright colors and sublimely chopped-up vocal samples. Thus, Gold Panda was born.
Gold Panda has released a couple mixtapes and has done several remixes, but his debut LP, Lucky Shiner, came out earlier this month. Having recently been jamming to it, I would highly recommend it to anyone who digs the electronic music scene.
Marriage by alexknust
Gold Panda : Snow & Taxis
Gold Panda : You
10/25/10
ZONE OF PAIN!
This graph is good for hours of reassessing past relationships. Example: Now I know why that one didn’t last, she was in the zone of pain!
31st/Chi is marriage potential.
The Bowl Cut
Remember when we all used to have bowl cuts?
Yeah, that was a real bummer of a time in everyone's life. It's a pain that a lot of us have gone through: we bring our old lady home with us and, probably at our mom's behest, she starts thumbing through the ol' family scrapbook and there she stumbles across the grade-school pictures. And, lo and behold, right there in the middle of your glorious elementary career, is that god-damn bowl cut.
Quick tangent: let's make it clear that we are talking about the bowl cut, the unfortunate mid-90s hairdo, not the bull cut, where you just stand there looking huge and intense (see below) until they chop your nuts off.
Back to the bowl cut. The bowl cut seems to have positioned itself in all of our lives at the point where the cuteness of our childhood was starting to ramp up into the awkward, unprepossessing mien of prepubescence before collapsing into the downright unsightliness of our teenage years. The bowl cut is the beginning of the end, where the serene, delighted days of our non-age began to submit to the cruel crumble of the human condition's veneer.
Enough of that shit. Let's take a closer look by backing off a little bit and looking at haircuts similar to the bowl cut in reputation and style and a little bit about what it means to have that haircut.
The mullet.
Now, the mullet gets a bad rap. I blame this on the movie Joe Dirt. That fucker David Spade did to mullets what Upton Sinclair's The Jungle did to the meat-packing industry: highlighted all the bogus, grotesque bits while glossing over the awesome fun parts. They're there, trust. As the above picture entails, a mullet doesn't automatically confine you to pumping gas from dawn to dusk before returning to your trailer to check out some NASCAR and mystery stories. No way. A mullet can be classed up to the point where you can even rock it alongside a bow tie. Holy smokes, a bow tie. However, some of the mullet's stigmas are well-earned and right on the mark. Bow tie or no, if you have a mullet you probably like to drink 40s of Icehouse.
A sick buzzcut.
Chances are if you are over the age of 18 and sporting a buzzcut, it's because you have come to grips with your aging reality and have chosen the buzzcut over the impending, certain embarassment of going bald ('sup, Doug). To this I say: more power to you. Better to shear your gourd down to a dignified chrome-dome then face the embarassment of stumbling out in public sporting a lame-ass comb over.
Yikes, that's the kind of look that could give The Undertaker nightmares. Also, if you pair your buzz with an imposing Fu Manchu (a la Travolta, above) people will probably think you are the kind of guy who writes these kinds of books.
Next, a flattop.
Dudes sporting flattops are earthy, hardworking types who like to wake up early in the morning to go out to the barn to show the animals who's boss before putting in 12-18 hours tilling up the soil in a cabless tractor in the brutal summer sun/merciless winter cold. They are interested in sports but not overly so, they go to a nice Protestant church, respect their parents, are faithful to their spouses, hug their children at least once a week, and...yep, the below photo confirms it...
...they are crazy about the stars and stripes. That's a paragon of mid-American machismo right there, make no bones about it. The flattop is a haircut that so perfectly embodies the spirit of the American system that they based Guile from Street Fighter II off of it. The body and karate moves are minor details.
So what about the bowl cut?
Well, when you see a picture of yourself with a bowl cut, what does it make you think about yourself? Like, really deep down? When I look at that picture of the 4th grade Lightweight with his blonde bowl cut, coke bottle spectacles and Chipper Jones jersey, I know that all that the bowl cut's universal symbolism is, unchangingly, the following:
1) You needed a haircut.
2) Your mom didn't have any free time on her hands.
3) However, she did have a pair of clippers...
...and a salad bowl.
4) Ah, shit, now you have a bowl cut.
To conclude: the bowl cut sucked then and it sucks now.
In the haircut family it's the underachiveing, overconsuming, non-hygenic, mouth-breathing bottom feeder of a cousin that shows up without being invited and stays way too long, very nearly ruining your life and causing you to shudder when you look back at that awful time.
And it makes you look like a mushroom.
Yeah, that was a real bummer of a time in everyone's life. It's a pain that a lot of us have gone through: we bring our old lady home with us and, probably at our mom's behest, she starts thumbing through the ol' family scrapbook and there she stumbles across the grade-school pictures. And, lo and behold, right there in the middle of your glorious elementary career, is that god-damn bowl cut.
Quick tangent: let's make it clear that we are talking about the bowl cut, the unfortunate mid-90s hairdo, not the bull cut, where you just stand there looking huge and intense (see below) until they chop your nuts off.
Back to the bowl cut. The bowl cut seems to have positioned itself in all of our lives at the point where the cuteness of our childhood was starting to ramp up into the awkward, unprepossessing mien of prepubescence before collapsing into the downright unsightliness of our teenage years. The bowl cut is the beginning of the end, where the serene, delighted days of our non-age began to submit to the cruel crumble of the human condition's veneer.
Enough of that shit. Let's take a closer look by backing off a little bit and looking at haircuts similar to the bowl cut in reputation and style and a little bit about what it means to have that haircut.
The mullet.
Now, the mullet gets a bad rap. I blame this on the movie Joe Dirt. That fucker David Spade did to mullets what Upton Sinclair's The Jungle did to the meat-packing industry: highlighted all the bogus, grotesque bits while glossing over the awesome fun parts. They're there, trust. As the above picture entails, a mullet doesn't automatically confine you to pumping gas from dawn to dusk before returning to your trailer to check out some NASCAR and mystery stories. No way. A mullet can be classed up to the point where you can even rock it alongside a bow tie. Holy smokes, a bow tie. However, some of the mullet's stigmas are well-earned and right on the mark. Bow tie or no, if you have a mullet you probably like to drink 40s of Icehouse.
A sick buzzcut.
Chances are if you are over the age of 18 and sporting a buzzcut, it's because you have come to grips with your aging reality and have chosen the buzzcut over the impending, certain embarassment of going bald ('sup, Doug). To this I say: more power to you. Better to shear your gourd down to a dignified chrome-dome then face the embarassment of stumbling out in public sporting a lame-ass comb over.
Yikes, that's the kind of look that could give The Undertaker nightmares. Also, if you pair your buzz with an imposing Fu Manchu (a la Travolta, above) people will probably think you are the kind of guy who writes these kinds of books.
Next, a flattop.
Dudes sporting flattops are earthy, hardworking types who like to wake up early in the morning to go out to the barn to show the animals who's boss before putting in 12-18 hours tilling up the soil in a cabless tractor in the brutal summer sun/merciless winter cold. They are interested in sports but not overly so, they go to a nice Protestant church, respect their parents, are faithful to their spouses, hug their children at least once a week, and...yep, the below photo confirms it...
...they are crazy about the stars and stripes. That's a paragon of mid-American machismo right there, make no bones about it. The flattop is a haircut that so perfectly embodies the spirit of the American system that they based Guile from Street Fighter II off of it. The body and karate moves are minor details.
So what about the bowl cut?
Well, when you see a picture of yourself with a bowl cut, what does it make you think about yourself? Like, really deep down? When I look at that picture of the 4th grade Lightweight with his blonde bowl cut, coke bottle spectacles and Chipper Jones jersey, I know that all that the bowl cut's universal symbolism is, unchangingly, the following:
1) You needed a haircut.
2) Your mom didn't have any free time on her hands.
3) However, she did have a pair of clippers...
...and a salad bowl.
4) Ah, shit, now you have a bowl cut.
To conclude: the bowl cut sucked then and it sucks now.
In the haircut family it's the underachiveing, overconsuming, non-hygenic, mouth-breathing bottom feeder of a cousin that shows up without being invited and stays way too long, very nearly ruining your life and causing you to shudder when you look back at that awful time.
And it makes you look like a mushroom.
10/24/10
Small Black
Small Black : Search Party
Small Black : Despicable Dogs (Washed Out remix)
10/20/10
The Bulleted List, October 20
Notable Saws
- chainsaw
- hacksaw
- Bonesaw McGraw
- Saw III
- Veni, vidi, vici
- I Saw the Sign by Ace of Base
- circular saw
10/14/10
Real Estate "Out of Tune"
So if there is a band that was slighted at all by 31st/Chi in last year's albums of the year, it would have to be Bridgewood, New Jersey's Real Estate. This mishap was only because the folks here at the big 31 still hadn't yet gotten our hands on the tasty treat that is 2009's self-titled Real Estate album during the process of naming last year's best. Rest assured, we won't make that mistake again. We understand if Real Estate has any beef with us.
So for the first time since last November, Real Estate has released new material. This past Monday, the psychedelic hazy poppers released Out Of Tune / Reservoir 7". "Out of Tune" takes the listener back to a nostalgic summer memory out by the beach doing better things in better times. The constant dueling of the twang from Real Estate's guitars is definitely the driving force of this song, but with the added dimension of lead singer, Martin Courtney's soft, almost indolent voice, this song is brought to an emotionally satisfying high. We're looking forward to more from this group. Stream/download "Out of Tune" below.
Real Estate : Out of Tune
10/12/10
New Panda Bear Single
As mentioned in an earlier post last month, Panda Bear has a new single coming out next week on October 19 via Domino. The single is for "You Can Count On Me" with the b-side "Alastian Darn".
“You Can Count On Me” is a shorter tune featuring inspirational and serene harmonies. “Alsatian Darn” is a gorgeous journey through intricate melodies and mesmerizing vocal harmonies that will leave your mind in a sweet, satisfied, daze. I will call his harmonies beautiful, but that still really does them no justice. Much like the "Tomboy" single, the b-side here is my favorite.
Panda Bear : You Can Count On Me
Panda Bear : Alastian Darn
10/10/10
Better Bible Stories
Think about how much more exciting this parable would be if the guys translating had misheard one word.
Luke 17:12- As Jesus was going into a village, ten lepers met him. They stood at a distance.
There's no skipping Mass at a church with stories about the Savior and big cats.
Luke 17:12- As Jesus was going into a village, ten lepers met him. They stood at a distance.
There's no skipping Mass at a church with stories about the Savior and big cats.I'm in it for the Money Now
My piece (the one my ghey hand is grabbing) - the amount of photos and nursing posts I have contributed. Net Worth - $2.75Yellow Piece - the amount of attempts Pistol Pete has made trying to log on to his User Account. Net Worth - $1.01
Purple Piece - efforts of Stronghand adding a different taste in music and opinions compared to other posts of 31st&Chi. Net Worth is decreased due to the lack of posts being user friendly because of YouTube links - $2.30
Red Piece - APs Euro/Vino posts. Piece is big due to amount of posts, length of posts, amount of photos in post, consistency of the same girl in the photos in the post... Net Worth - $2.74
Light Blue Piece - Lightweights drunk stories/conspiracy theories/picture stories. While sometimes entertaining, it is not where his main profit comes from. Net Worth - $3.66
Dark Blue Piece - APs Music Posts. Although they are great and enjoyable, APs post Net Worth is low due to the copious amounts of illegal music. In fact because of him the blog often has random posts and songs of his deleted... Interesting. Net Worth (-$55.99). But he is a designer and makes the blog run, therefore we will cover his ass.
The bigger Green Piece - Obviously this piece is Lightweights bulleted lists. Easy to read, sometimes hard to understand, but always clever, unique, and entertaining. If he keeps this up, he may be called the new Money Banks in the house. Net Worth $4.25
Maybe this will motivate the Ultra Bag to put his wits to use on the blog.
Until then I look forward to out next Movie
SAW VISelling Out.
Alright, AP and I went and saw Facebook last night.
Pretty much it was about how this goofball and his pals invented social media via their Xangas but then they got lost in the limelight and one guy sued another and the internet almost ended up ruining their whole lives.
All in all, it was a pretty good flick but it got me a little worried about the same kind of situation befalling 31/Chi. I'm very concerned that all the money/fame/girls will turn us against each other and we will drift apart and become bitter enemies.
Maybe Teddy Kaczynski was right when he said technology was evil and would ruin everything.
Could 31/Chi fall prey to The Social Network style infighting/lawsuits/allegations of animal cruelty?
I see a possible scenario. After 31/Chi's cool BraveNet hitcounter (see below) records the millionth hit--which will probably cause it to explode in an awesome way--this blog will be offered exhorbitant amounts of money.
Scrooge McDuck will be an interested party in a transaction, saying, "Hey, motherfuckers, I got a bag of money for ya! Check it out!"
This guy seems very sinister in his dealings. We will not be selling to you, sir.
In the end, though, we will end up settling with Nick Saban. The deal will not only include two giant bags of money, but also great seats at all Tide/Dolphins/LSU games and a few straw hats.
Distributuion of funds/seats/hats will be based upon the volume of posts authors have contributed to this blog. Put bluntly, AP and I will be stacking checks. KMart's Mursing posts should leave him with enough cash to score a few bottles of Crown Royal, while everyone else recieves credit for being contributors.
Sorry, guys.
What happens after we get all the monies though?
We will probably become tortured artists...
...or huge dickheads.
I'm scared we will start hanging out with bad influences like Kevin Barnes.
Or Kevin Malone.
I am so scared that we will succumb to the temptations of drugs...
..and alcohol...
...and wind up in rehab/write a controversial memoir.
Then one day, after all the drugs and the jewels and cool parties with Rivers Cuomo and Rainn Wilson and their zany posse, the money will be gone.
The blog will be in the hands of Nick Saban, and he will be using it to dominate the SEC/AFC East. We will have abandoned everything we knew/loved, and ruined this great, pocket-tee, Euro-sunglasses wearing friendship. Look at what we used to be.
The money and the fame and the hot women created this acrimony. The blog was the vehicle that carried us to our tragic end. I'm afraid if I go into a dark room, AP will come out of the shadows wearing a piggy mask and take me a room full of glass and sharp pieces of MacBook Pros, representing the broken shards of our once glorious friendship, and as I try in vain to writhe through the small exit I will remember when everything was right and staid in the world of 31/Chi.
Thank goodness this blog is not that good.
Also, need to stop watching all the Saw movies before bed.
Pretty much it was about how this goofball and his pals invented social media via their Xangas but then they got lost in the limelight and one guy sued another and the internet almost ended up ruining their whole lives.
All in all, it was a pretty good flick but it got me a little worried about the same kind of situation befalling 31/Chi. I'm very concerned that all the money/fame/girls will turn us against each other and we will drift apart and become bitter enemies.
Maybe Teddy Kaczynski was right when he said technology was evil and would ruin everything.
Could 31/Chi fall prey to The Social Network style infighting/lawsuits/allegations of animal cruelty?
I see a possible scenario. After 31/Chi's cool BraveNet hitcounter (see below) records the millionth hit--which will probably cause it to explode in an awesome way--this blog will be offered exhorbitant amounts of money.
Scrooge McDuck will be an interested party in a transaction, saying, "Hey, motherfuckers, I got a bag of money for ya! Check it out!"
This guy seems very sinister in his dealings. We will not be selling to you, sir.
In the end, though, we will end up settling with Nick Saban. The deal will not only include two giant bags of money, but also great seats at all Tide/Dolphins/LSU games and a few straw hats.
Distributuion of funds/seats/hats will be based upon the volume of posts authors have contributed to this blog. Put bluntly, AP and I will be stacking checks. KMart's Mursing posts should leave him with enough cash to score a few bottles of Crown Royal, while everyone else recieves credit for being contributors.
Sorry, guys.
What happens after we get all the monies though?
We will probably become tortured artists...
...or huge dickheads.
I'm scared we will start hanging out with bad influences like Kevin Barnes.
Or Kevin Malone.
I am so scared that we will succumb to the temptations of drugs...
..and alcohol...
...and wind up in rehab/write a controversial memoir.
Then one day, after all the drugs and the jewels and cool parties with Rivers Cuomo and Rainn Wilson and their zany posse, the money will be gone.
The blog will be in the hands of Nick Saban, and he will be using it to dominate the SEC/AFC East. We will have abandoned everything we knew/loved, and ruined this great, pocket-tee, Euro-sunglasses wearing friendship. Look at what we used to be.
The money and the fame and the hot women created this acrimony. The blog was the vehicle that carried us to our tragic end. I'm afraid if I go into a dark room, AP will come out of the shadows wearing a piggy mask and take me a room full of glass and sharp pieces of MacBook Pros, representing the broken shards of our once glorious friendship, and as I try in vain to writhe through the small exit I will remember when everything was right and staid in the world of 31/Chi.
Thank goodness this blog is not that good.
Also, need to stop watching all the Saw movies before bed.
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