Last Night
thewetsnow:
Topher and I were drinking with our friend Matthew. At about 2 am we realized we were almost out of beer. We walked from our apartment to a convenience store about a mile away only to find that it was closed. Knowing quite well that there isn’t any other store in Logan Square that sells alcohol at that hour, we decided to take a cab to Lakeview. There I paid $20 for a twelve pack of 312. For those of you who don’t live in Chicago, 312 is not usually an expensive beer. It’s our basic locally produced brand. However, the liquor store we bought it from raises its prices by 20% after 2 am. We then took a cab back to our apartment. Including the cab fare, that twelve pack cost us about $40. I think we have a drinking problem.
Dudes! There’s 24 hour liquor and snack madness at Kimball and Diversy!
Don’t ever do this again!
Chicago Tumblr meetup? Chicago Tumblr meetup?
Why hasn’t this song been sampled yet?
landogoshen:
:46 mark gets me.
Was that “soak up” moment product placement by ShamWOW?
A Question.
Wait, why am I supposed to care about Elizabeth Banks?
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THE BEST TRACKS OF THE DECADE: #3 So “d” (2003)
It took me six years to fully appreciate the song- I wish it would have happened sooner.
scab:
Nancy Nova -NO NO NO
Holy shit. I’m in love.
And Sandra Bullock is playing her in an upcoming biopic.
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The universe continues to tell me I need to work on new music…
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THE BEST TRACKS OF THE DECADE: #2 Numbers “We Like Having These Things” (2002)
In 2002 electroclash was dying just as it was taking off, shards of guitar post-punk licks were reappropriated by nearly every emerging rock band, and the recession hadn’t taken a big old shit on the American economy. We were content to sit back and guiltily watch and episode of MTV’s Cribs while championing Peaches as a herald from a new musical frontier. How quickly times change…
Still, I’m glad that Numbers emerged from the muck of that era triumphantly blaring this song, equally protesting and celebrating the time’s myriad influences and over-indulgences with analog buzzes and a simple popping drum beat. Numbers were never really full on post-punk revivalists or electroclash chintz- they were too nerdy, yet too tough, too synth heavy, yet backed by live drums. Regardless, you could really fucking dance to this shit.
To this day I consider their 2004 Valentine’s Day concert at Chicago’s Abbey Pub one of the finest live music experiences of my life. They started playing this song, Indra cut herself on her drum kit, and she kept playing the song anyway. The crowd went nuts and danced like I’ve never seen a Chicago audience dance before. That, my friends, is a pretty remarkable feat, and a testament to the unavoidable charm of this song.
