“Dust Switch,” Squarepusher, Music is Rotted One Note

I always wished there was a stairwell in my bedroom and I never had one, you see those movies with the rooms that have the stairwells that spiral up into somewhere else, like that room in the second half of Geronimo Rex that ends the book and the weird passage of bodies through it. I spread out on the grass beside Barry Hannah’s grave last week, I rolled my back against the ground until I could see the sky behind me and the buildings there upside down, there was this yellow-lighted building where there was a party that was hanging out of the earth toward that and it was like being pressed against something in reverse gravity and I wanted to stick there but people were talking and it scrambled something like the bass in here. I always wished I could play drums but I am not a drummer-person, drummers are made out of different kind of human scrap, all drummers seem to me like they aren’t going to age at all and one day they’ll just die. This song’s ok but it really just makes me want to listen to Bitches Brew. The key tone in here is pretty nice, reminds me of crystals

“W,” Codeine, Barely Real

More keys in here, it’s like the keys in the other shut the fuck up and became the keys in this song. I wonder if you had all the songs ever written you could put them in a logical order that would just be another thing, I wonder if the length of all the songs ever written is longer than the amount of time people have been playing music, seems like yes but maybe not, when do people go to sleep, how many songs are being written right now. I don’t like this song at all really, well I guess sort of but it doesn’t song like what I remember Codeine sounding like though it’s been a long time since I pulled them up, I like those songs on albums that you skip when you are originally listening to the album a lot because you like that one song less and then later that song suddenly reappears and seems so new in the context of the others, and you can listen to it in a different way than the whole album, I’m thinking mainly of the “The Good Thing” by Talking Heads because I always hated that song until one day I didn’t. This piano part now is really getting irritating. I’ll take a sip of this drink. There’s some limeade in it which I discovered this week having in my fridge improves my life by a good 8-11%. I wish I could look up right now and see someone I didn’t expect to be here sitting in my house, it could be anybody, as long as they were supposed to be elsewhere. Will the internet let you do that one day, I hope not. Fuck a stairwell I want rope.

“Hellfire,” Moonchild, Songs Without Words

Haha, Mike Patton. Man I used to worship that guy for some reason. Now he seems like he’s playing video games all the time inside the music. Moonchild is better than a lot of the stuff he’s done recently. I want a chocolate house to walk around in that is blacker than when you really hurt yourself and the blood gets thick under the skin. I originally wrote ‘book’ in place of ‘blood’ in that last sentence and had to fix it but maybe it could go there. Is Faith No More responsible for more shitty bands trying to be like them than any other band that’s ever existed? Seems like maybe. I miss putting on Angel Dust and playing Turbo Graf X 16 with my friend who I knew since preschool. We grew apart at some point after knowing each other for like 15 years. He sent me a wedding invitation and I lost it, is that awful. A guy I’ve known that long. At some point he was hearing voices, like for real, but that was when we weren’t hanging out anymore really. Patton sounds kind of like a woman on this track, then he sounds like a big mummy. This song kind of makes me miss playing bass. How does he make pig noises like that. Why does he make pig noises like that. Cymbals might be the best part of the drums. Why did I like Mike Patton so much what was I missing in my own life, what am I missing now that I don’t listen to him as much, is it something different or did the nature of how it rubs against things change. This song is trying to get real urgent but I don’t know if it’s working. I kind of just want to go to Cracker Barrel all of a sudden. Food is everywhere, man. Dude almost is making Korn-guy noises now. I want to press forward on this song but now it just ended.

“Vertical Slum,” Swell Maps, International Rescue

This song reminds me of an old folks’ home where all the people are getting younger and hornier by the minute, but in Britain. What is wrong with Britain, and people and tongues in general. Someone in here said cadaver.

“Misery is a Butterfly,” Blonde Redhead, Misery is a Butterfly

Title track, yo. I’m into her voice. I’m picky about women voices but this is one of those that seems to like be you while you are hearing it. Blonde Redhead always reminds me of Nation of Ulysses because of that live recording I had where Ian Svenonious calls them “The” Blonde Redhead. I used to have so many VHS tapes full of bands playing places, and I would sell them on ebay and make a lot of money and sometimes just lay in bed and watch the tapes. Why do years keep getting faster and shorter. Someone said I surely looked about 30 the other day and that kind of surprised me. I want to shave my head and whole body but I want to pay someone to do that for me. Someone maybe that looks like this woman singing. It could be a guy too I don’t give a fuck. Why is misery a butterfly exactly. That seems like a shitty metaphor, if it’s trying to be a metaphor. It still sounds good when she says it. She just asked if I remember when we found misery. No I don’t. I don’t remember that at all. Just sing the song. Suddenly the thought: “Waffle House.” Food again. Is that where I found misery? Waffle House, or food in general? There are like 3 or 4 of her voices layered now. Seems intense without sounding intense. Everything just dropped out but the treble.

“The Ballad of Gary Gilmore,” Jonathan Bepler, Cremaster 2 Soundtrack

This one’s just a woman singing. Seems like it wanted to correct me after me saying the last thing about women singing. This is supposed to be Gilmore’s girlfriend in the movie I think if I remember right. Sounds OK I guess, too twangy, twangy is maybe my least favorite thing about music. Suddenly I’m all too itchy. I watched all the Cremaster movies one day in a theater in a row except the film broke during part 5 and we had to come back the next day to finish it. I guess that makes sense. While I was watching parts 1 through 4 there was a woman with two students behind me and she would preface each part of the movie with like what she knew about the context of when and how it was made, and what she thought was beautiful about it. I thought it was annoying then but looking back it seems really nice, that she was doing that, that she wanted to tell people that, even if maybe telling someone something like that could fuck up how they see it themselves, who cares. This woman is “singing out.” Seems impossible now to “sing out” without evoking American Idol dingdongs on the stage getting lordy. People I know really watch that show. Now she stopped singing and there’s this sound of like feedback and bugs crawling. I’m not itching anymore. Shit now she’s singing again and some black metal dude is doing growls next to it and like saying other words. Is black metal real or is it orchestrated in little rooms somewhere like the space program and like calamity or something. I don’t know what to do now but pretty much sit here

“Rush and a Push and the Land is Ours,” The Smiths, Strangeways, Here We Come

Do you think Morrissey sleeps or he just like goes to stand near a certain wall at night and stands there like with his hands near him. I really hate when he does the grrr voice, which he does prominently in this song. I’m being critical again, a Negative Nancy today, I think I’ve had a peculiar day even though nothing happened which is always ready in me to make the biggest opening where wooooooopppppssss can come through. It makes me just want to hold down the delete button really hard with my thumb and open more files and let it go in there and do it there too. One of my friends told me a lot of years ago that Morrissey was supposedly banging some black hockey player, but then you hear all that shit about how he’s asexual. I heard he reads books. I want to look at the caps of his teeth and see if there’s a pattern. What is happening to anybody now. This song reminds me of a blue car I sat in with a girl I was with once. Is that what songs are for. My neck is itchy again. Maybe I need a new shirt.