What’s this thing that everyone’s doing?

The ‘meme of four?’ Well, I guess we’d better get in on the ground floor here.

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Also cormorants in high blare.*

Four jobs you got fired from, or quit under a cloud: Bagel maker, Toys ‘R’ Us retailer, carpenter’s apprentice, social worker.

Four places you’ve lived that aren’t in New Jersey: Brooklyn.

Four movies you’ll never watch: Serenity, that other one, Ang Lee’s Hulk thing, the Narnia whatsis.

Four bands that people say are great, that actually basically aren’t: Pavement, the Beastie Boys, Nirvana, quite possibly Bright Eyes.

Four bands that nobody likes much, that are often superb: The Damned, The Sound, Metro, Secret Syde.

Four foods that you like, that other people are appalled by: Pork rinds, natto, raw octopus, squid jerky.

Four TV shows that you’re vaguely familiar with, from folks talking about them all the damn time: 24, The West Wing, Buffy, that new HBO thing.

Four blogs that you don’t understand why a lot of people read them: Dooce, Instapundit, Kevin Drum’s whole thing, Andrewsullivan.com.

Four places you’ve been on vacation: Um… If ‘vacation’ means ‘not working while you’re there,’ I’ve pretty much never left the NYC metro area.

Four wonderful kinds of oyster: Fanny Bay, Kumamoto, Malpeque, Belon.

[*] Four beautiful things: Ocicats, Bannerman’s Castle, tone of Stratocaster at full overdrive, Stomatopods.

 

Comments: 23

 
 
 

ooh i love squid jerky too! i thought i was the only freak. yay gavin

 
 

WTF? Why won’t you watch Serenity? Serenity was great (if you’ve seen Firefly).

 
 

I’m with you on the mantis shrimps, but natto? Eew.

 
 

Bright Eyes sucks, but Nirvana, Pavement and the Beasties are all terrific. For shame.

 
 

i gotta agree with Brad R. there……

Serenity is also really damned good…not as good as the tv show, but still damned good.

 
 

OT alert–Hey, Brad! Over at WO’C, in the latest round of Ultimate Wingnut, evil forces are trying to do in the beloved J. Grant Swank, jr! He isn’t even up for votes in the latest round, yet these dastards are attempting to do him in! It’s just wrong! Save the Swanksta! The vote totals are so low, he’s in real danger this round, unless you come to his rescue!

 
 

First of all, the Beasties are alright, but Nirvana totally blows.

Second of all, there’s more than one type of oyster?

 
 

Chronicles of Narnia is actually rather good (does justice to the book, in my opinion). The trick is to catch it in the middle of the day so the annoying families aren’t there to… well, be annoying, I guess.

You should watch the reruns of The West Wing on Bravo too- kind of depressing in a “why can’t it be like that!” way, but well made (since Sorkin left, things have kind of depressed in quality, but it’s still okay).

 
 

Thanks for mentioning Bannerman’s Castle (technically, Bannerman’s Island Arsenal), one of my favorite sights on the train ride to Fishkill. I bet none of the other blogs are talking about Bannerman’s Castle!

 
 

Hey! I like nirvana…
I’m sorry but compared to the beastie boys, I mean come on, at least one quit when they were still fashionable.
The latest beastie album should have been called “Showing our age”.

 
 

I’m sorry but compared to the beastie boys, I mean come on, at least one quit when they were still fashionable.

If by “quitting” you mean their singer/guitarist killed himself, then yeah.

And the Beasties should probably hang it up, but WTF- 5 out their 6 records are great.

 
 

Bright Eyes is good, I wish the mothers of the Beastie Boys would have remained virgins, and Nirvana had some good songs, but only the ones ghost-written by Courtney Love (whom I will continue to pursue once the restraining order is lifted.)

 
 

I can see Nirvana hatred, I can see not liking the Beastie’s latest album, and Bright Eyes pisses me off most of the time, but PAVEMENT?? Goddamn if Pavement weren’t amazing. I bet the Swankster hates Pavement. You wouldn’t want to pick sides with Pastor Swank over us now would you??

 
 

tone of Stratocaster at full overdrive

Tsk, tsk, how about giving an amp some love? For a Strat, I’d say a Fender Concert or a Vox A30, maybe a Roland J120. Never liked the Strat neck, too damn wide and that curve in it bugs the crap out of me when playing barre chords. I loves me my new Tele.

Pavement is good in theory, but I simply can’t abide off-pitch singing (see: Range Life). I wish they’d have smirked less and sang better.

 
 

That’s a Hiwatt head in the clip, probably through a pair of Marshall 4x12s. Also a ’70s Strat, with the neck you hate. The early-’60s ones (and reissues) have a really different neck feel…

 
 

When people dismiss Pavement AND Bright Eyes in the same breath, you have to figure they’re French or Islamofascists. Why do you hate America, Gavin?

 
 

But…but..but…

 
 

Didn’t bright eyes do that song on Leno, “When the president talks to god?” I thought that was a half decent song.

Brad – Yeah, that’s what I meant by quitting. Although I have a friend that will insist adamantly to this day that Courtney Love was the killer.

Sorta the same way Elvis “quit” just at the right time. If they’d gone on any longer people would have started hating them.

 
 

” Although I have a friend that will insist adamantly to this day that Courtney Love was the killer.”

You folks all know how much I hate to brag, and I may have mentioned this before, but I shook Courtney Love’s hand when I met her in Sacramento one day, a few years ago. I noticed no blood stains on those gentle hands. She seemed genuinely sweet and charming, and far to nice to have killed Kurt Cobain. Admittedly, she has a dark side, as would be revealed a few months later when she began falling apart. But , take it from an objective, if mildly enraptured, shrink, Courtney is no killer.

Kurt had a much darker, sinister side than Courtney. I began to review his diary here from a psychoanalytic point of view, and this is what I discovered:
(Link to article in Phantom Tollbooth):
http://www.tollbooth.org/2003/books/cobain.html

BTW: For what it’s worth, do you know that Courtney Love’s hand has held a set of lyrics by none other than the humble, lowly, song blogger, Dr. BLT? Yes, much to my chagrin, there was a crass, opportunistic aspect to my motivation for approaching her. BTW have any of you checked out her new CD? Does it contain any Dr. BLT songs? No? I didn’t think so. My approach is to start from the top, and then, begin grudgingly working my way down. And by way down, I mean WAY DOWN!

 
 

Aaaallllllrighty, then! We slide sideways into a muzak debate! Why don’t we really stir the pot up and mention… Limp Bizkit, since the rabid Nirvana fans don’t, evidently, Google their heroes nearly enough to make this fun.

 
 

I’ll join in the fun:

Four jobs you got fired from, or quit under a cloud: I was never fired, but I was not renewed for a contract writing position that I was really really bad at.

Four places you’ve lived that aren’t in New Jersey: Albuquerque. Minneapolis. Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Boulder, Longmont and Denver, CO.

Four movies you’ll never watch: Uh . . . those four Adam Sandler movies that aren’t “Punch Drunk Love.”

Four bands that people say are great, that actually basically aren’t: Kasabian. Kaiser Chiefs. System of a Down. The Police.

Four bands that nobody likes much, that are often superb: Sigur Ros. The Faint. Drive By Truckers. Postal Service (I will always defend the Postal Service!).

Four foods that you like, that other people are appalled by: Pate. Tater Tot Casserole. Raw octopus. Wasabe peas.

Four TV shows that you’re vaguely familiar with, from folks talking about them all the damn time: Desperate Housewives. House. Gray’s Anatomy. Rome.

Four blogs that you don’t understand why a lot of people read them: Definitely with you on Kevin and Andrew. Also celebrity blogs like Rosie O’Donnell and Moby.

Four places you’ve been on vacation: French Riviera. Roswell. New York. Scotland.

Four wonderful kinds of oyster: Fanny Bay, Kumamoto, Malpeque, Belon.

(I don’t know my oysters. I’ll have to trust Gavin on this)

[*] Four beautiful things:
The view on my drive to work. The things my boyfriend says to me. A 1963 Vespa VBB. New Italian shoes.

 
 

I reread the ever so slim volume of Narnia Witchiness and was quite shocked at how hacky and Jesusy it was. Blech.

Dooce is not written for Gavin M., but because Pinko grew up in Utah, there are certain aspects of Doocery that are staggeringly funny. It is a small niche.

 
 

Secret Syde free mp3 downloads:

http://www.myspace.com/thesecretsyde

and their website
http://www.secretsyde.com

 
 

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