Posts Tagged ‘beer’

Pour me a pint

April 16, 2008

Bob Dylan – “Like a Rolling Stone”

David Bowie – “Starman”

British.

Bob Marley and the Wailers – “Roots, Rock, Reggae”

Starsailor – “Four to the Floor”

British, even though this song was produced by America’s favorite afro-maniacal murderer / producer: Phil Spector.

Minus The Bear – “Michio’s Death Drive”

The Used – “The Taste of Ink”

Dirty singer Bert got dirty with Ozzy’s Brit daughter.

Against Me! – “Rice And Bread”

Van Halen – “I’m The One”

Starsailor – “Talk Her Down”

Still British.

Radiohead – “Nude”

British.

Upside – “Something More”

The Beatles – “For No One”

Rumored to be British.

Built to Spill – “Don’t Try”

Clearlake – “Keep Smiling”

Bri-ish.

Billy Bragg and Wilco – “Stetson Kennedy”

Bragg is one the craggiest British wankers of all time. That’s why I like him so much. The guy’s got an album called England, Half English with a song called “Take Down the Union Jack,” fercrissake! Strangely, one of America’s best songwriters, Woody Guthrie, and the best American band of my generation, Wilco, are the meat on this song. Bragg’s just the sauce.

Lucero – “Coming Home”

Josh Rouse – “Sad Eyes”

Bernard Butler – “Smile”

British badass.

Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers – “Loco to Stay Sane”

Coldplay – “Everything’s Not Lost”

Best song these British bastards have ever done.

Jet – “Rip it Up”

Flickerstick – “All We Are is Gone”

Texans that wannabe British.

Built to Spill – “Broken Chairs”

Creedence Clearwater Revival – “Commotion”

Big Star – “Back of a Car”

Jet – “Shiny Magazine”

Breakdown:

23 songs

all during commute (assignments on opposite ends of city)

Not that it has anything to do with, well, anything, but Boddingtons is perhaps the tastiest beer on the planet. Boddingtons is British.

Bill O’Reilly might see this playlist and call me a treasonous ex-patriot. I’d pour Boddingtons on him and call him a bloody treasonous ex-patriot motherwanker.

A pistol-whipped criminal

April 16, 2008

Elefant – “Now That I Miss Her”

Radiohead – “Faust Arp”

Doves – “N.Y.”

Whiskeytown – “Under Your Breath”

Tom Waits – “A Good Man is Hard to Find”

Led Zeppelin – “Houses of the Holy”

Big Wreck – “Inhale”

The Thrills – “You Can’t Fool Old Friends With Limousines”

RAWK SAWNG OF THE DAY: Refused – “Refused Are Fuckin’ Dead”

Breakdown:

songs

3 during commute to work

6 at work

0 during commute home (cell phones are Satan)

We’ll save today’s BEST BAND YOU’VE PROBABLY NEVER HEARD for a band that didn’t make the iPod playlist, but kept my feet tappin’ all night at Belle Isle Brewery. Don’t take my word for it – come hear The Magpies with your own two ears next Tuesday, suckas! The Clevelandites will be in Oak Shitty again, this time at Speakeasy (Yes, it has a stage. Yes, it sounds better than Conservatory). If we’ve gotten around to actually “launching” this little blog experiment by then, you trendiest-of-trendy readers should invite all your friends and enemies for a night of some of the finest American songwriting, accordion playing and twangy rock and roll around. Goes good with Whiskeytown, Jerry Lee Lewis, beer, The Boss, Cash and the roots rock side of Rolling Stones. Try this opening line on for size: ”Here comes the night and I’m feeling like a pistol-whipped criminal.” Righteous! I told some folks in the bar that I’d die a happy man if I could listen to bands like The Magpies every night, and that wasn’t just the Belle Isle booze talking – I really meant it. Guess I could be in for an early death if they keep playing here so much. So it goes.

Attack of the singer-songwriters

April 8, 2008

Valve – “Forever More”

Lucero – “San Francisco”

A breezy, booze-stained night at SXSW 2008. Free beers everywhere. Whiskey, too. A sloppy crowd of tattooed cowpunk types was piling into the backyard amphitheater at Red Eyed Fly. Seemed like the perfect storm for my first Lucero live experience. I was pumped.

We dropped anchor in front of a pool of 24 oz. Lone Star beers and plowed through a few of those suckers before Lucero hit the stage (later, the bass player would literally hit the stage). I was nice and numb by the time Ben Nichols and Co. stumbled in, but I’d soon witness a staggering debacle of drunken chaos that would make every booze-fueled embarrassment of my short life seem like child’s play.

Nichols made it through about two songs (and took three shots) before his voice gave out. He knew it was gone, so he didn’t bother trying to sing. Just cracked an “I’m guilty, but I don’t care” smile and shook his head at the rest of the band. They found his sorry condition equally hilarious, even as the guitarist swayed back and forth like a seesaw and drooled. Yeah, drooled. What a mess of a man. The bass player knew he was in a worthless state and had propped himself up against the back wall of the stage as a precaution. But he’d still stumble forward from time to time for no apparent reason. Eventually, he fell face down. Twice. The drummer was actually pretty solid and was clearly the only remotely sober one of the group. Nichols couldn’t sing, but he managed to to tell the crowd at least half a dozen times that he’d been “drinking since two in the afternoon.” And then he’d take another shot and light another cigarette. Completely shameless. The trainwreck was twice as entertaining as the few moments they actually hit stride, for better or worse.

Only took about three songs for us to proclaim Lucero the Drunkest Band of All Time. That’s a dubious distinction considering the folks I was with at the show. Until then, the Drunkest Band of All Time title was held by The Feds thanks to a show they put on a few years back that we all attended. It ended with a droning encore that included no actual songs but was highlighted by Matt Wright playing his guitar with the penis of a Bowling For Soup roadie who had wandered onstage.

We stumbled out of the venue midway through the Lucero set (but not until one of my comrades smoked some hash with an attorney in plain view of 500 people – ah, Austin) and saw the Ludo clan on the street. We mobbed them, and I mumbled some hogwash about Wilco to Tim Convy (fellow Wilco obsessive and Ludo Moog man). That’s pretty much the last thing I remember about the Lucero show, aside from hijacking my buddy’s Ford Contour and driving to Jack in the Box to order ten tacos at 4:30 a.m.

Thanks, Lucero. See you in Arkansas on May 1.

Fugazi – “Suggestion”

Smashing Pumpkins – “Luna”

Doves – “A House”

Head Automatica – “Please, Please, Please (Young Hollywood)”

Jesse Malin – “Lucinda”

Tom Waits – “So It Goes”

Glassjaw – “Trailer Park Jesus”

George Harrison – “Thanks for the Pepperoni”

Head Automatica – “Laughing at You”

Lots of Daryl Palumbo in the shuffle today…

Pete Yorn – “Just Another”

It’s 11:12 a.m. and I want metal. I get Pete Yorn instead. I get a Pete Yorn song I hate. Not wise to deprive a man of his metal, you pansy anti-metal iPod. Grow balls.

Josh Rouse – “Carolina”

Damnit to hell! I’m in no mood to listen to a song that begins: “Down in Tennessee / sits a girl alone.” I love this song, just can’t stomach it right now. But I’ll suffer through it; maybe I’ll calm down.

Damnit again: “In the Nashville sky / sits a diamond bright.” Fuck that nonsense. Next.

Jeff Buckley – “Back in N.Y.C.”

Singer-songwriter invasion 2008. Oh well. At least this song has some nuts to it.

The Thrills – “Saturday Night”

Attention all Affliction-shirt-wearing, Jagerbombing dudebros: “Broken beer bottles / thrown like American footballs / Hey, it’s just jocks high on hormones / Is this what they call hate on a Saturday night?” Yes, yes it is.

Social Distortion – “Ring of Fire”

Pearl Jam – “Glorified G”

AC/DC – “You Shook Me All Night Long”

Minus the Bear – “Pig War”

Mastodon – “Bladecatcher”

Finally. 1:40 p.m. is the best moment of the day thus far. Metal makes me happy when I’m stuck at the little gray desk in the big black tower.

AC/DC – “Back in Black”

Blue October – “You Make Me Smile”

Big Star – “In The Street”

The Jayhawks – “Smile”

Danny Grady – “Stay Gold”

Yet another D Grady song that’ll never see the light of day. Depressing. One of the best songs I’ve heard in the past year, and I’m one of a dozen people who has heard it. Not right.

Kill Radio – “Raised on Whip Cream”

Rose Hill Drive – “Off to the Games”

Little League Hero – “The Trick”

LLH’s last show ever is this weekend. I’ve been going to way too many “last shows” lately, it seems.

Starsailor – “At the End of a Show”

Okkervil River – “Missing Children”

Band of Horses – “Is There A Ghost”

Breakdown:

30 songs

2 during commute to work

26 at work

4 during commute home

There are four dead people (that I know of) in this playlist. Two died of cancer, one drowned in a river and the other drowned in booze. On that note, I’m off for a night of second-hand smoking, swimming and heavy drinking. A moron once told me the only way to beat death is at his own game. Apparently, I listened.