In the spirit of honest self assessment, I will admit that my blog crush on Carrie Brownstein is actually pretty creepy. It's under control, to be sure, but anyone looking at it from the outside certainly say "creepy."
I'll take that as you saying she's out of my league.
3 to 1.
Or the articulateness could be due to her degree in sociolinguistics.
re: 4
I'm not sure those things are particularly correlated. This holds for all degree subjects, pretty much.
Articulate for a chick singer.
The NPR affiliation is disturbing.
From her blogpost on No Country for Old Men:
What struck me most was the lack of music within the film.
Weird. That was precisely the very first thing I mentioned after seeing that movie.
6: I think of her more as a guitarist/rocker than a singer.
I have little fantasies of talking philosophy of language with her.
Yeah, I imagine that farmers come out of movies saying "No farmers in that movie either. Damn."
Her FAQ is probably the hippest thing on NPR. And stop creeing her out, helpy-chalk! We're here to establish that Brownstein should be friends with Becks, who is decidedly awesome and non-creepy. Or are you heightening the contrast?
She wrote about her SCN&Y/Eagles-listening dad without evident hatred.
To make things clear, CSN&Y was far too sweet for me, and the Eagles are my gold-standard horrible band. They're a real bargain because I hate Frey and Henley individually too. Walsh's "Been there, done that" was hilarious, though, and I hope was intended that way. I'm sure I'd hate everything else he's done.
If I were a completist I'd hate Timothy B. Schmidt too, but screw him.
I saw some kind of interview with her in PDX and she was very soccer mom.
Hmm.
Since the hiatus of Sleater-Kinney, Brownstein has begun working at Portland ad agency Wieden+Kennedy.[4] Her former bandmate Janet Weiss worked there before she joined Sleater-Kinney,[5] and has called the company "an evil advertising empire," saying she "quit and washed her hands of it."
Probably just to pay student loans though, right?
Walsh's "Been there, done that" was hilarious, though, and I hope was intended that way.
How could it not be intentional, have you listened to the rest of the album? (If you haven't, I don't recommend it, but I get "Everyone who tries to deny it / Wears a tie / And gets paid to lie." stuck in my head occasionally).
Advertising jingles is one of the few ways musicians in Portland can make an actual living. Sad but true. TV and radio stations are always needing little music fills. Another way is Irish music, country cover bands, and other stuff that drunks like.
Sleater-Kinney's critical and cult success probably was not accompanied by tons of money. The Decemberists are getting by without day jobs, but they're not buying Mercedes or anything.
Only thing by Walsh I've heard.
You might like "Song For a Dying Planet" -- the song from which I quoted, and the title song of the album.
No, my son is an obscure figure. He may have met her in groups. He's pretty good friends with several Decemberists.
Well, I don't want to like Walsh, so I won't.
This is cliche, so shoot me, but to me the Eagles is all the 60s stuff stripped of its interesting or hopeful side and packaged for rich stupid selfish people who like to fuck and get loaded.
This has nothing to do with making Carrie and Becks BFFs, but I saw Excuse 17 and Heavens to Betsy on what I think was the Carrie-and-Corin-start-dating tour. If only I had a time machine! I could have given her a list of world events predicted in Nostradamus-esque doggerel, culminating with "Brady all passing records wrecks / In the year 07, when you meet Becks." That wouldn't be creepy at all, and could lead to a fun Dan Brown book as she attempts to find out who this mysterious Becks is, and why she's so into the Patriots.
And I just remembered: if Catherine can become Kristen Bell's BFF through blogging, there's hope for me yet!
Walsh's solo stuff is way, way more enjoyable than the Eagles. He's the only interesting one in that band.
The next thread should be exclusively for creepy blog-crushes.
Carrie Brownstein is teh hott. Can't we save her from NPR by offering her a spot at Unfogged?
Wieden+Kennedy
I saw someone with a Wieden+Kennedy t-shirt or bag (I think bag, actually) the other day on the subway. Now we know it's a new countercultural signifier.
23:Word. From James Gang to There Goes the Neighborhood, however good you might think Walsh is, and he got a little 70s, he is still more interesting than the Eagles.
Speaking of NCFOM, save Javier Bardem in The Sea Inside last night on TV. Good, but as sentimental as the subject matter and kindness toward real people would require. Consider this a continuation of the "Depressing Movies" thread. One could do a double-header, or a Javier film festival, because I can think of several other depressing JB movies. Or one could watch This with "No Country", and Before Night Falls with "Sea Inside", depending on your particular genus in the taxonomy of despair.
Not sure you're on a list at all, Becks. No offense or anything.
28: Hey, she's been mentioned in Salon and everything. That counts.
Becks, call Ben and tell him you're sorry for making of him in high school.
20: This bolsters my case for the Eagles as Most Important American Rock Band.
Solo artists are excluded.
32: In the Last Man sense, the Eagles are that indeed. Civilization has not recovered.
New post! She should totally blog at Unfogged:
I read that Oprah announced her "Favorite Things" earlier this week. A Panini maker? Really? So that every lunch feels like the lunch you eat at your office?
We used to see Carrie at our dog park in Portland. She was extremely down to earth, as you'd expect. We never mentioned SK, though, as dog parks seem like they should be stalker-free zones. Who wants to deal with annoying fans when you're just trying to play with your dog?
I keep meaning to try listening to Sleater-Kinney (and other post-1988 musical phenomena), but I have a very hard time getting past the mental image of the street for which the band is named (on which my mom used to work), which is less than inspiring.
I remember the freeway exit, which strikes me as a good band image.
Ugh. South Sound Center, slowly dying since about 1980?
Panini are delicious, and if there are tasty hot panini available at your office, you should be damn grateful.
37:"I keep meaning to try listening to Sleater-Kinney (and other post-1988 musical phenomena"
I am in the process of clearing space to put back more modern rock, and God it hurts. I love twee and the Sarah Record sound, and Throwing Muses wasn't bad at all, but I grew up in a house of women yelling & screaming (at each other more than at me), and I just don't need Sleator-Kinney.
Indigo Girls and MacLachlan and others have never left my playlist.
Freeway exits are an underused source of cool phrases. I like the
Cranberry
Mars
exit on I-79 north of Pittsburgh.
Pairs of towns all over the US have been joined together by the mysterious ways the names of exits are chosen.
Annville
Fort Indiantown Gap
Paxtonia
Linglestown
Elizabethtown
Rheems
Shillington
Sinking Spring
My experience of panini is mostly pre-made sandwiches in chain cafes. I associate them with "wraps." Teh meh.
42: There's an I-64 exit for:
Rockville
Manakin
A local band wrote an e.p. bearing the same name.
42: IIRC there's an exit south of Portland signed Lebanon Sweet Home.
I'm with Bob: I can't stand the wailing. And so earnest! I get enough of that crunchiness already from living in Olympia.
Premade panini are an idiotic scheme, I cannot deny. All pre-pressed and cold and wrapped in plastic? Oof.
Is "panini" merely a pretentious foreign word for "grilled sandwich"?