The Rich Girls Are Weeping

12 September 2006

Things we are: exhausted, run-down, already tired of the Austin City Limits Festival mania. And it's only Tuesday. Well, maybe, at least, we'll get a chance to see The Stills in all this madness. That's a plus! BTW: Did you know that yesterday was the first time I'd missed a weekday post without being out of town or deathly ill in the entire time we've kept this blog? Yep. It's true. Anyway, we'll do some kind of snarky guide to ACL at some point this week. Until then, though, if you're coming into town (or live here) and are looking for some hott action on Thursday night, you should definitely check out Austinist's second annual edition of Local Music is Sexy. The bill is promising (IV Thieves, Brothers and Sisters, Loxsly, Till We're Blue or Destroy, Horse + Donkey), TRGAW pal Laurie Gallardo and mashup masters Car Stereo (Wars) are mc'ing and dj'ing, respectively -- and we'll finally have a chance to check out the new incarnation of the Caucus/Le Perv Privilege/Velvet Spade space, Mohawk. On top of that, apparently some big name bands crashed the party last year, so... You never know what will happen!

Things thought wilst listening to The Hold Steady's "Chips Ahoy" for the fifth time around (I do this everytime someone posts it again...), trying desperately to like it, because I liked the previous two Hold Steady albums and the Lifter Puller ones too: "Wait a minute. Why am I not listening to Bruce Springsteen's Greetings from Asbury Park? (And yes, I still think it's an incredibly poorly engineered track. And. Vagrant sent me THE TOTALLY AWFUL LEMONHEADS RECORD instead of Boys and Girls in America. It feels like a cruel joke -- and perhaps it is.) However, Craig Finn won me back a little with his charming contribution to Pitchfork's The Guest List. Because what's more adorable than the thought of CF devoted to Jens Lekman? So there's that, at least. (Speaking of, you've heard Jens' great end-of-summer mix, right?)


"I don't know why, but people are in here all the time buying used vinyl." We thought that was something that DJ Mel said to justify his existence as Waterloo's premier vinyl buyer, but it seems our favorite turntablist was right. Someone unloaded the largest 4AD collection either of us have ever seen outside of a record show (or Pinkie's apartment), and we became the guilty parties. Said collection was purchased virtually lock, stock, and barrel with the exception of repeats, things either of us already had, or releases from Heidi Berry and Lisa Germano. Ancillary items included Beggars Banquet pressings of Bauhaus, releases from Breathless and Cindytalk and self-released X-mal Deutschland (which is like, really, really, really good). The goods were good enough that we both speculate that there is more yet to hit the bins, if it wasn't alredy picked over by the time we arrived. The prize? Swallow's Blow, for which Pinkie has been on the lookout for over a decade. We left behind fairly obscure items in the 4AD vein that may require some research. No, Pinkie didn't take notes. She was too busy grabbing records! Anyway, we liked Swallow so very much (Pinkie: It's the quintessence of 4AD!" Me: "This is the most perfect song of all time!" -- said this about every single track on the record) that we thought we'd share a little with you... The band's main influences seem to be the Cocteau Twins, Brian Eno, and 60's girl groups, which may explain why we flipped out the way we did...

Swallow -- Lovesleep
Swallow -- Sugar Your Mind
Swallow -- Peekaboo

And finally: Geez, who wasn't at that Raconteurs show @ Prada? Us, I suppose. And probably you! We'll all get over it eventually. BTW, I know Mr. Christgau already poked at this beehive, but what exactly is the awful Brendan Benson doing in that band anyway? Seriously.

(Due to technical difficulties, our dj gig last night was kind of non-existent. If anyone wants to underwrite our purchase of our own turntables and a mixer, we might be your best friends for life. It's time we had our own, really... Luckily, the presence in the Pinkster's cd case of one of Andrea Warped Reality's famous mix CDs saved our collective shirts. Thx, lady! We might even post it later this week, it's really that good!)


Blogger Pinkie von Bloom said...

it was the "perfect crystallization of 4AD," illustrated with hand motions likening the shrinking of a tiny cube into a grain of sand...or crystal...or something.

re: friday night at prada. the nudie suit is next. anthony malat, miracle worker...only without a well pump (and i bet no one got that reference). that is all.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006 5:41:00 PM  
Blogger cindy hotpoint said...

Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to misquote you. And yes, a description of your hand gesture was ... totes necessary.

re: Nudie suit. Yes. Yes. Yes, a thousand times YES. (References like that are why you're my bestest friend!)

Tuesday, September 12, 2006 5:46:00 PM  
Blogger Pinkie von Bloom said...

water! water! helen! i'm helen!

i need a vacation. (and shortly, a vocation.) there is no place i'd rather be this weekend than NYC. none at all.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006 5:53:00 PM  
Blogger candy hotpants said...

you and me both, sister.

perhaps we need someone to underwrite us a trip to NYC instead. with a room at the W!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006 6:19:00 PM  
Blogger Pinkie von Bloom said...

not the W. i really don't want to have to take the 6 (like jennifer lopez) up to grand central again. i mean, there's the W in union square, but that even requires hoofing it. the pioneer would suit me fine.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006 6:28:00 PM  
Blogger candy hotpants said...

yeah, it's true. the W had the cush-factor, but it was kind of a pain to get around.

and dude, we totes hoof it when we stay downtown too.

i love walking down bowery.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006 6:48:00 PM  
Blogger bulldoggy said...

Good Stuff! But Peekaboo seems down...

Thursday, September 14, 2006 9:19:00 AM  
Blogger J Frank Parnell said...

Did you grab whatever David Sylvian, on 4AD, that you didn't have already? That sale would have killed my wallet.

Hotel Tribeca has more famous people, and it's in spitting distance from the Kniting Factory and the greatest 24 hour greasy spoon in Manhattan: Pakistan Tea House.

Thursday, September 14, 2006 2:39:00 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...

The fellows in interpol kind of irk me. I saw them in SF. I think a morgue is more exciting than those guys. I love how people like Carlos D think they're really the shiznit.

Plus, is Casey Spooner still around? I thought fischerspooner kinda went downhill after #1..

Thursday, September 14, 2006 6:49:00 PM  
Blogger candy hotpants said...

Ah, well. We love those guys, it's true. Don't hate us for it! (;

Thursday, September 14, 2006 7:02:00 PM  
Blogger Pinkie von Bloom said...

huh. we saw them 5 times last year and it was nothing like a morgue. ask cindy, she used to work in one!

Thursday, September 14, 2006 8:33:00 PM  
Anonymous Andrea said...

Aw, glad to hear the mix helped you out in a pinch!

Hmm, the perfect crystallization of 4AD... That's a tough one. I'd be tempted to say HNIA's Mouth By Mouth, because it's the most perversely perfect pop record 4AD's ever released. (Also, the vinyl edition is one of the most supremely beautiful things I own! God, I love that record.)

That reminds me, though, that I haven't listened to Blow in forever. It's a lovely record.

Saturday, September 16, 2006 11:59:00 PM  

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