Category Archives: music

Insert congratulatory song

I’d like to con­grat­u­late AJ and her Last.fm account on an impres­sive mile­stone. Back when we were room­mates, she dragged me into using it too. I’m at 72,017, so I’m get­ting there. I’ll catch up yet.

Trying to burn the foreheads down

Jonathan Coul­ton and Paul and Storm cover one of my favorite songs of all time.
Side note: I can’t believe Flood is almost 20 years old.

In which I discover Internet radio

I dis­tracted myself too much and gave in, set­ting up sep­a­rate user accounts on my Mac for per­sonal things and for my free­lance work. I don’t even have my busi­ness e-mail run­ning in a client on my per­sonal account. I’m that hard­core.
If I’m liv­ing in my house and using my per­sonal com­puter for per­sonal things,

What? What?!

Who thought that this could pos­si­bly be a good idea? Plus, didn’t Nin­tendo do this with Mario Paint at least 15 years ago, only with­out the singing?

A pocketful of orchestras

I’ve always liked iTunes, even with the DRM non­sense, but these days I’m hooked on the Ama­zon mp3 down­loader thingy. Being me, I got hooked when I learned about the free mp3 sec­tion, and then started notic­ing actual decent deals in the music you can pay for. That’s how they catch you, dude.
A friend of a

Call me many things, the first of which is happy

There Are Much Worse Things To Believe In“
by David Javer­baum and Adam Schlesinger — per­formed by Elvis Costello and Stephen Col­bert
There are cyn­ics, there are skep­tics
There are legions of dis­pas­sion­ate dys­pep­tics
Who regard this time of year as a maudlin insin­cere
Cheesy crass com­mer­cial trav­esty of all that we hold dear
When they think that
Well, I can hear

I don’t have a problem.

I can stop ANY TIMEWANT.

From my last.fm log, from which you can prob­a­bly glean an alarm­ing amount of infor­ma­tion about me.

Listener’s Advisory

As of this writ­ing, I’m 42 (ha!) songs away from pass­ing 50,000 tracks logged on last.fm.  This nice even num­ber makes me want to back up and say, “why do I keep doing this?  Why is it inter­est­ing to me?”
Last.fm doesn’t just gen­er­ate the pretty “last 10 songs lis­tened to” cover art in the side­bar of

The meteorite is just the source of the light

Joanna New­som is offi­cially part of my pan­theon of musi­cians whose songs I adore solely when they’re cov­ered by some­one else. This group also includes Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, and a few other peo­ple I’m for­get­ting.
I’m think­ing of this in par­tic­u­lar, which every so often I just HAVE to hear.

Holy cow I’m white and nerdy

I really have the weird­est gym playlist. Some­one made fun of me for hav­ing Belle and Sebas­t­ian on an older ver­sion, but it’s become even weirder since then.
I have a few hun­dred tracks that rotate, and then it pulls the 30 least recently played tracks for that day’s playlist. Here’s what comes