We are officially shutting down. This site is now archived.
Something happened with elbuzzard.com’s theme. I’ve been running this site for a long time, and while I do keep it upgraded, I think it had been upgraded one too many times, and finally required a clean install.
Of course, this comes right during Carnival, when all my free time is spent on other activities, so we’ll have to make do with the default WordPress theme for now. Perhaps my Lenten resolution will be to devote more time to good ol’ elbuzzard.com, which had fallen into neglect recently. Facebook killed the personal blogs.
Every year around this time, Kent and I swap email about how crappy the music is that year. Then by the year’s end, we manage to like 20 or so albums enough to make our lists that no one reads. This year is no different. Except this year, I vow to give up on more music earlier. Here is my list of keepers and throw awayers.
Keepers (in alphabetical order)
Broken Bells – Nothing wrong with this album. But it’s not that great either. But it’s not that bad.
Charlotte Gainsbourg – I have finally embraced this album all the way. It has three or four high points. The rest is just okay.
The National – More of the same from the National. Songs about my lame life. Really good.
She & Him – Sweet music. Really good production. I’m in love with both members.
Sleigh Bells – This has most of my favorite summer songs thus far. Loud crashy cheerleader music. It’s not new, but it’s nice to get a new spin on it.
Surfer Blood – Dave, I think maybe you would like this. It reminds me of the 90’s but maybe not the 90’s that you liked the best. But still worth trying.
Titus Andronicus – I like this album, but I feel like its akin to eating way more food than one should. It just wears me out. Still waiting for it to click.
Vampire Weekend – The rest of my favorite summer songs are on this cd.
Beach House – Dear Beach House, You make really boring music. Signed, Brent.
Caribou – Dear Caribou, I don’t understand what you are trying to do. But I see that others do. So there you go.
Gil Scott Heron – Dear Gil-Scott Heron, Even if you were the coolest person ever, there would still be no reason to make this music. No reason.
Gorillaz – Dear Gorillaz, Good for you.
Janelle Monae – Dear Janelle, Kent made fun of me when I wanted to listen to you. Kent was right. Thanks for that.
Roky Erickson & Okkervil River – Dear Roky, Thanks for making an album that puts a permanent blemish on the careers of Okkervill River. I’m not sure they could have done it themselves.
Okay. All done. There are still plenty of cds that are still under consideration for the year-end awards. So don’t give up, Ruby Suns and Morning Benders.
I fucking loved it.
To satisfy those who need Kent to hate popular things, here’s some nitpicking.
Those houses were too clean! He picked up a photograph that was laying on a table! He opened his door with a key and it swung open! hehe.
That’s it. I’ve got no problem with anything else.
I loved how dark it was at night. I loved the sound of the helicopters flying over. I loved that everyone was sweating all the time.
I loved it every time a stranger was called “Brah.”
I loved that the DJ Davis character wanted his CDs back from Tower Records, just like I want my copy of Baller Blockin’ back from the real Davis Rogan.
Hey all you stanky pankys. South By Southwest is happening here in Austin, and it’s been a wild ride for CHRISTEENE and Rebecca and Myself. We got our video for ‘FIX MY DICK’ into the Midnight Shorts at the Film Fest and had amazing reviews. The Hollywood Reporter said it was the one short you desperately wish you could unsee!
Anyhoo, there is a gay podcast called ‘Feast of Fun’ that is one of the biggest in the country, and they sat me down to talk about my ladies and my life in Louisiana. Thought the buzzards might enjoy it.
Can’t wait to get my azzz to New Orleans for some good time wit my baybeez, and Dave…looks like I might be hittin Atlanta with CHRISTEENE in May…possibly.
Also have an EP ready to roll now. If ya’ll could email me your addresses to email@example.com, I can get a disc to you! And check out christeene.org for all the nasty good times. (except you Marnie..keep your life clean)
Here’s the link.
Austin has finally recognized my complete and utter insanity ya’ll. It took the Saints going to the Superbowl to finally wake the world up to it’s many wonders, I guess. Check this out! And Marnie….it’s a little graphic, but it’s the Austin Chronicle! Can’t wait for my cousin Lisa to read this and pass it onto the family in Oakdale.. HELP! Missing my buzzards, missing them very much. XOXO
So, what does everyone want for Christmas?
I hope you have a birthday with lots of giggling and little jiggling.
NASA crashed a rocket into the moon this morning:
LCROSS launched with the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter (LRO) aboard an Atlas V rocket from Cape Canaveral, Fla., on June 18, 2009 at 2:32 p.m. PDT. The LCROSS shepherding spacecraft and the Atlas V’s Centaur upper stage rocket executed a fly-by of the moon on June 23, 2009 (LCROSS lunar swingby video stream coverage) and entered into an elongated Earth orbit to position LCROSS for impact on a lunar pole. On final approach, the shepherding spacecraft and Centaur will separate. The Centaur will act as a heavy impactor to create a debris plume that will rise above the lunar surface. Projected impact at the lunar South Pole is currently: Oct 9, 2009 at 4:30 a.m. PDT. Following four minutes behind, the shepherding spacecraft will fly through the debris plume, collecting and relaying data back to Earth before impacting the lunar surface and creating a second debris plume.
Does shooting a rocket at the moon to cause an explosion seem like something that we should be doing?
It seems like a very American thing to do. I guess we own the moon, because we played golf on it first. If you believe that we actually went to the moon, of course. Brent, does your hatred of NASA include believing that they faked the moon landing?
We finally sold our house.
We are homeless.
It feels great.
Goodbye house. Things might have been different between us if you hadn’t been so stubborn. I’ll always remember you. You taught me a lot about life, love, myself, and spray-in insulation.