don't read this

melissa auf der maur: maybe/maybe not. since she was in hole and the pumpkins i'll have to at least give her a significant listen or four. it may be too dark, in one of those i-want-to-bleed-from-my-eyes-and-slap-jesus-in-the-brain kind of ways. think of the abundance of somehow radio-friendly bands that spout rage-rock and shout (whine) about their shitty million-dollar lives and pierce their spines to try to be "cool" in a tenacious d post-hoc kind of way. maybe that's the point of rage rock, to really piss you off.

this is what i came up with while thinking about this album: "auf der maur" is a little "off der mark". i hate myself.

for further proof that i am a dick - my little cousins (11 and 11) have a talent show tonight at their methodist church, and i'm not going. when asked by one if i would come, i said i couldn't. little cousin said "why"? and instead of coming up with an impromptu excuse, which usually i do with gusto, i just told him that i didn't want to. he laughed at me. i punched myself metaphorically.

album du jour: arto lindsay salt