No, I didn’t take this picture. But ain’t it purdy?
So I forgot to bring my camera to the zoo yesterday. S’cool. I need to replace the batteries, anyway.
We swam in the rooftop pool for the first time this afternoon. ‘Twas lovely and refreshing. Note to all of you Mid-Atlantic naysayers: It’s been an oh-so-perfect 75 degrees in DC pretty much all week. I noticed Burlington hit the 90s. And you better keep those snow tires handy; winter is right around the corner!
I’m currently obsessed with John Lee Hooker. Sure, I listened to him before, but now I’m in deep. A lot of it has to do with Hooker’s stark-yet-stately guitar playing. How the fuck does he do those creepy-ass walking basslines with his thumb? And that purple-hued voice of his give me shivers. So authoritative. So badass.
eMusic has a lot of the early stuff, before he started playing with a band. This cut is from an album called That’s Where It’s At!. Indeed:
OK — back to indie-rock. Did someone mention the new Spoon? Here’s a song from their forthcoming record, Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga:
And the title track off the new múm record:
My question is, without either Valtýsdóttir sister in the band, will anyone care?
The new self-titled Liars album is pretty great. Back when I worked at the record store, I thought they were just another snotty art band from NYC. Which was true at the time. Then they moved to Berlin and started making interesting music. Hey, it worked for Bowie.
Now Liars are back in their original hometown, Los Angeles. Just pick a city already, you weird fuckers.
For my post-metal peeps (you are out there, aren’t you?) here’s one from the new Neurosis effort, Given to the Rising.
One last thing: We’re gonna see Michael Moore‘s new flick, Sicko, this Saturday. Another benefit to living in a big city — early movie releases! The Washington premiere actually took place last night, literally right down the street. We drove past the theater and there was a red carpet, cameras and everything. Whatchoo wanna bet the Big Guy himself was there? No doubt a few Congressional faces, too.
OK — off to eat fancy I-talian food.