Thank You, Friend

More than likely, you end up here because you’re a friend of mine on the Facebooks or the Twitters and you’re following a link or a re-tweet.

But sometimes folks end up at The H-Brain because they’ve plugged a particular term into their search engine and this blog shows up in the search results.  To my delight, I am provided with a list of said search terms on a daily basis.

To show my appreciation to those readers who stumble upon us in this way, I’ve created the following video (which was originally scored using the theme song to The Golden Girls, but was quickly flagged by the YouTube-bots as copyrighted material.  Thus I was forced to select the wimpy song that you now hear from a list of pre-approved theme music.)

Happy Thanksgiving!

HANGING BRAIN RADIO: A Morning Mix for Mr. Zach Cranes

Last week, Mr. Zach Cranes, accomplished writer, editor, author, renegade mayoral candidate, husband, father, and biped mammal; a noted man of letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, and tweets,  did so twert the following:

Need to start listening to less depressing music. Drive to work is like a Zach Braff film, but with a handsome bearded stranger as the lead. – 9:12 AM Nov 16th

Well, we’re here to help, Zachariah.  Below you’ll find a mix that has been custom built to start a morning off right and is completely free of alt-indie mope folk.

While it was compilied with Mr. Cranes in mind, this mix is for everyone who needs to give their a.m. drive-time routine a shot in the nutsack.  So, download it.  Burn it to compact disc or sync it with your digital media player of choice. Plug aforementioned compact disc or digital media player into your car stereo system.  Press play.  And then crank it the fuck up.

But don’t rip the motherfucking knob off, as is common practice after cranking it the fuck up.  Ripping the motherfucking knob off will put you at risk of electrocution and may require your car stereo to be completely rewired.

But still, yes, crank it the fuck up.

• “Young Livers” – Rocket From The Crypt
• “Gotta Get Up” -  Harry Nilsson
• “Old Man”- Masta Killa (w/RZA & ODB)
• “Fansong” – Dethklok
• “Gates of Steel” – DEVO
• “Working for the Weekend” – Habitual Sex Offenders
• “Change the Beat” – MF Doom vs. Radiohead
• “Serrated Edge” – Dead Milkmen
• “The Gold We’re Digging” – Parts & Labor
• “Dog Eat Dog” – Weird Al
• “Lowest Part is Free” – Archers of Loaf
• “Sports!” – Tim & Eric
• “Hurts Feelings” – Flight of the Conchords
• “Unchained” – Van Halen
• “Dogs of War” – Ghostface Killa (w/Cappadonna, Raekwon, Sun God, and Trife Da God)
• “Galaxy Song” – Monty Python

>>> download MP3

The Hanging Brain Book Club

I celebrated my 34th year of not dying this week and my wife, father and brother showered me with birthday presents that came both straight from the heart and directly off of my Amazon wish list.

In what seemed to be some sort of passive intervention to address my borderline functional illiteracy, the wife, dad and broseph all gave me reading material for my birthday.  Also, Mario Kart.

So here’s what I’ll be reading between Mario Kart races over the next few weeks/years…

Crazy from the Heat

by Sir David Lee Roth

I’ve been wanting to get my hands on this book ever since I read an excerpt used in this Snopes entry.

As is explained in the Snopes entry (which debunks the rumor that Van Halen intentionally did thousands of dollars of damage to a concert hall in New Mexico because the venue dared serve them brown M&Ms), Van Halen had a requirement in their lengthy tour rider, amongst a myriad of other technical demands, that a bowl of M&Ms need be provided and all brown M&Ms removed.

What at first seems like a ridiculous diva-like request is actually a very practical test to see if the promoters and concert organizers had read and complied with the tour rider.  If the band walked in and there were brown M&Ms in the bowl, then it was just as likely that the stage didn’t have the proper load-bearing support, there wasn’t enough lighter fluid to sufficiently ignite Alex Van Halen’s fire gong, and the venue’s electrical capacity might not be able to support the amplitude of the gigahertz, megawatts, megagiggaz, H to the IZZO, or whatever.

So, as soon as I read the excerpts from Crazy from the Heat, I had to get it.  All other rock n’ roll tell-alls be damned.   The Dirt will just have to wait.

I’m not even 20 pages into this thing and I’ve already learned that the high kick was invented to knock a guy off a horse, Diamond Dave does not wear jewelry for fear that he may get it caught in a farm thresher, and when attempting to split an atom the key to both critical and supercritical chain reactions is the fissionable fuel source.

Actually, that last one was from some article I read about the Manhattan Project.

Still, Roth’s spastic and scatter-shot tome, constantly leapfrogging its own chronological time line like some bizarre hair metal mash-up of Quantum Leap and Pulp Fiction,  is quite the page turner.  It also helps that some of the chapters are only a few paragraphs long, taking up half a page.  Seriously, one chapter is basically a haiku about a cash-plastered threesome with strippers.

The Bad Guys Won!

by Jeff Pearlman

I’m not a big sports fan.  I kinda follow baseball.  And by “kinda follow baseball,” I mean I root for the Mets.

I grew up in Queens in the 80s and I was a huge Mets fan.  My favorite player was Gary Carter.  Loved that dude.  And I will never forget that fateful autumn evening in 1986 when the ‘Mazing Mets won the World Series (Thanks, Bill!).

Via an installment of The Best Show on WFMU, I learned about The Bad Guys Won! written by Jeff Pearlman.  Pearlman also penned Boys Will Be Boys, a book about “the glory days and party nights of the Dallas Cowboys dynasty.”  I’m noticing a trend here.

The Bad Guys Won! is essentially the story of how my childhood heroes were a bunch of boozing, drugging, sexist, racist, mutant cavemen (except Gary Carter, who I understand was a perfect gentleman in all respects).   These dudes didn’t just wreck hotel rooms, they trashed private jets.

Still, wild animalistic debauchery aside, they did have the teamwork to make the dream work.

“Ya lost all uh cahds!”

And Here’s the Kicker: Conversations with 21 Top Humor Writers on their Craft

by Mike Sacks

My hope is that by reading Mike Sacks‘ interviews with several comedy writers who have arrived at or achieved some level of success, I too can do the same.  Next, I will read a selection of Anne McCaffrey novels so that I might become a spirited and expert dragonrider.

Return of the Jedi

(Star Wars: Infinities)

by Adam Gallardo, Ryan Benjamin and Saleem Crawford

Ok, so technically this is a graphic novel and not a “book” book.  But, ya know what?  Neither are these fucking teenage vampire books?  I don’t give a shit if it has panel illustrations and all the dialogue is confined within word balloons.  I’d rather read a comic than some dopey Sweet Valley High nonsense masquerading as witches and warlocks shit.

Anyway, the Star Wars: Infinities series basically takes the first three films and changes certain events that dramatically effect the original outcome of various storylines.  Yes, it’s total Star Wars nerd fodder.  I’ve never denied my Star Wars nerdiness.  But even the most casual Star Wars fan would see this…

…and want to know what the fuck is up.  Did the Imperial laundrobot’s bleach setting malfunction.  Did Vader join the KKK?  Is Vader now Andrew W.K.?  Am I, the reader, suffering from sort of carbon freezing sickness and recovering from momentary blindness?

You’ll have to read Infinities and find out for yourself.

Nerd.

HANGING BRAIN RADIO: Guest DJ Cory Graves [Subservient Experiment]

When he’s not making merry in Mount Righteous or freelancing for the Observer, Cory Graves captains a mighty music blog starship called Subservient Experiment.SubEx has a really cool feature called Guestlist, where they have local musicians compile a rather specific playlist, such as “My Five Favorite Country Songs” by Danny Balis or “My Five Most Listened To Pop/Rock Albums of the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s” by Taylor Young (the O’s).Now, I know what you’re asking yourself:  “Why are my dining utensils upside down and on the wrong side of the plate?”  I’ll tell you why.  Because the tables have been turned, that is why!

I asked Cory to come up with a playlist of ten of his favorite local acts and he kindly obliged.  With Guestlist-like commentary, even.

And, yes, I am fully aware that this is the second guest DJ playlist to feature the King Bucks song “Abiline” and the third consecutive appearance of RTB2’s “When Hammer Hits Stone.”  Whaddaya want?  Great minds think alike.  Ya don’t have to be such a dick about it.  Dick.

Yeesh!

Anywhaaaah…  Take it away, Mr. Graves.

“Jason Bought a Hatchet” – Giggle Party
If the characters on Yo Gabba Gabba sang a song about chopping up STD’s with a hatchet it would sound exactly like Giggle Party. They are the absolute best party band in town. I saw these guys play at The Schoolhouse and they straight up wrecked that house.

“The Small Of Your Back The Nape Of Your Neck (The Blizzard)” – Paper Chase
A.C. Newman’s “Get Guilty,” notwithstanding, I’ve listened to this album more than anything else released in 2009. Aside from being the best producer in town, John Congleton also happens to write some of the best songs as well. Get yourself a pair of high-quality headphones and prepare for the complete mindfuck that will follow –it’s downright brutal.

“If You’re Trying To Kill Me (You’re Already Halfway There)” – Danny Balis
Anyone who has ever heard the “What’s On Mike’s Mind” theme song knew Danny had an inner Don Williams, but few would have guessed the “Afternoon Cloud” could pull off the old-school country thing so precisely –or sincerely.

“When Hammer Hits Stone” – RTB2
The standout track from their “In The Fleshed” EP best encapsulates the bands live sound, simultaneously displaying their raw energy while highlighting their instrumental dexterity. Possibly the most impressive thing is they manage to cram all this in under 5 minutes, which may not sound like a big deal until one considers that the live version rarely comes in under the double digit mark.

“Marrow ” – St. Vincent
Jagged, syncopated woodwinds and distorted guitar combine to make Annie Clark’s “cry for help” one of the most interesting (and might I add well-produced) tracks of the year. Yeah I’m in the camp that still clings to the belief that St Vincent is still a “local” girl, but hey, this track simply doesn’t get old.

“What Do You Know” – LehtMoJoe
Earlier this year Jay-Z proclaimed the proverbial death of autotune with his track “D.O.A.,” but after hearing this track from innovative local producer LehtMoJoe I am wondering what Jay-Z knows. Though his music hasn’t been featured in a Cadillac commercial yet, Leht has really been pushing the boundaries of electronic music this year just the same.

“Nicotine ” – Roy G and the Biv
I’m not sure what I find more remarkable about this track; that this wasn’t recorded in the 1980’s, that these guys are white, or that these guys are from our area. Being as this Chromeo-esque track is as addictive as the substance from which its name was derived, it shocks me these guys really aren’t more famous.

“The Closest Things” – Joey Kendall
The day after Joey gave me a CD-R with this track on it I listened to it easily 20+ times (true story). Not sure if it was because its 2 minute running time allowed for that, because it’s so damn catchy, or because I feel the lyrics are extremely poignant and strike a deep chord in me. My favorite line: “…the only way to sing with a bullet in your teeth is to do it with a smile on your face.” Lyrically speaking, it doesn’t get much better than that.

“Urban Outfitters” – Max Moon
I for one was never all that impressed with former area-favorite hip-hop collective P.P.T., but producer Picnic’s new collaboration with Astronautalis has already shown quite some promise. This standout track from this year’s free Kixpo mixtape is so good it’s hard to believe it was made by locals –especially when one considers that it isn’t an instructional dance tune.

“Abilene” – King Bucks
While the Balis-sung Buck’s track “Autumn Leaves” seemed to be receiving all the attention, this is the track that I couldn’t get enough of. By far the biggest dark horse cut on the album, the haunting chord progression, Joe Butcher’s Waylon Jennings-like vocal delivery, and lines about ‘burning trash lighting the way’ also serve to make it the most unique as well.

>>> download MP3

Dear Sprint…

Hey, third-largest wireless telecommunications network in the United States,

I know that, with just under 50 million customers, I’m a drop in the mothermothering bucket.  Still, you sold me a piece of garbage phone and will not take reasonable steps to rectify what has become a walking, living customer service night-terror.

Seriously, this phone constantly turns itself off,  simply inserting a flash card into it corrupts its ability to operate properly,  I’m always missing calls, and it constantly replaces my contact list of phone numbers with the original German text of Adolph Hitler’s Mein Kampf.  Seriously, it’s a piece of shit phone.

This afternoon, the phone suddenly locked up and kept playing the little jingle that emits every time the phone powers up.  Also, the screen went completely white.  Not surprising, considering its views on Aryan supremacy.  Anyfhwash, even though I spend an extra $7 a month to buy cell phone insurance, for some reason I’m not covered when the phone just up and stops working of its own mechanical volition.

Thus, you’re making me pay twice the contract price of the phone to replace this piece of shit; a device that will probably go another 6 months shutting itself off, exterminating Jews, and spouting nonsense about the genetic superiority of the white race, only to inevitably break again.  And I’ll then be forced to, again, fork over another fifty bucks to replace my stupid Nazi phone with another stupid Nazi phone; and over and over until my contract expires in 2011.

Anyway, you have me, as my father says, “by the short hairs.”  Meaning, you have executed a stern and unforgiving grasp of my genitals and pubic hair.  It’s a pretty horrific image.  But in actuality, what you have done is even more frustrating, if equitably painful.

I know that you are one of maybe a half dozen cell phone service providers that I have to choose from; in part due to the fact that cellular telephone technology developed at a rate faster than its regulatory definitions and oversight.  And I know that I could have gone with another provider and still have been stuck with a shit phone and even shittier customer service.

And I know that my business means little to you.  Say, I leave you for Verizon.  On that same day, perhaps at that same exact movement, someone fed up with Verizon’s bullshit policies and service and crap equipment will leave them and open an account with you.  So you should give fuck-all.  I get it.

SIDENOTE: When I went to your Mockingbird Station retail location to try and resolve this issue, your customer service rep tried to sell me a refurbished Samsung phone out of his car.  I’ll repeat that.  Your Sprint customer service representative tried to sell me a refurbished Samsung, for cash only, out of the back of his car.  He’s running a racket within your racket.  At this point I don’t know if I’m confused or impressed.  Either way, I still don’t have a phone.

And really, I write off most of my cell phone bill come tax time, so why should I give three rat tits?  Why?

I’ll tell ya why.  Because as of this posting, I still don’t have a phone.  I may as well be stranded on a desert isle.

So fuck you, Sprint.  Fuck you hard with a sharply studded dildo.  No lube.  No lube for you, Sprint.  Fuck you, no lube, overhand style, with a sharply studded 4-foot dong, soaked in lemon juice and wrapped in salted razor wire.

Fuck you, Sprint.

 

HANGING BRAIN RADIO: Guest DJ Jaime-Paul Falcon [DayBowBow.net]

Wanna have a bunch of badass podcasts on your blog? I think I’ve found the secret. Ask other people to do it for ya.

Even better, get a music blogger/promoter/record label mini-mogul/crazy ass house party host to do it for you and they’ll do most of the writing, too.

Here’s the very, very busy Jaime-Paul Falcon of DayBowBow with everything you need to know about him, his site, and his massive amounts of goings-on…

Honestly, I’m not sure what to say here, other then I really love music…well let’s try this. My name is Jaime-Paul Falcon (that’s Hi-Mah, but everyone calls me Jay-me).  I live in Dallas, by way of well all of Texas, I used to write for a sports blog, but they constantly bitched about my nonstop writing of music, so I moved on to the greener pastures that is DayBowBow.net which I started while drunk one Sunday afternoon.

Originally, we were going to be something small. Some little outlet for my ideas, until I decided to add a structure to the site (the first time I have ever done this in my entire life) by covering local/national music with recommendations and interviews. We really screwed up by helping promote a few shows back during the summer, and now roughly half my time is spent doing that nonsense (not complaining, about all the excellent music and booze, just saying I’m still not sure how it happened).

Recently, I found myself down in Austin, along with a few others working on the site covering FunFunFun Fest, and we thought it would be nice to throw together a quick compilation of bands we have either A) worked with, B) have dates set to work with soon, and C) were nice enough to send us a track, to give out to everyone we met down there.

Also, we’re putting out Manned Missiles Might As Well EP as our first release on Apple Scooter Records in December, you should all check them out. That’s all I’ve got for ya, please visit the site, or come to one of our shows, we’d love to have you.

Oh! My birthday is on the 24th, and I really like single malt scotch.

Thanks, JPF.  Can I call ya, “JPF”?

Anyphoot, here’s the aforementioned comp that the DayBowBowers brought to Fun Fun Fun Fest.  Enjoy!

• “When Hammer Hits Stone” – RTB2
• “Mountain Machine” (demo) – The River Mouth
• “Foreign Lands” – Teenage Cool Kids
• “Poor Tom” – Delmore Pilcrow
• “Jolly Holly” – Rio Rasco
• “Dance To The Radio” (demo) – Giggle Party
• “No Surprises” (demo) – Manned Missiles
• “Oak Creek” – St. Philistine
• “Say You Will” – Young & Brave
• “Roaring Twenties” – Daniel Folmer
• “Rare Bird” (demo) – Spooky Folk
• “Hounded” – Western Giants
• “Today I Circled the Room With Screams” – Baruch the Scribe
• “We Will All Be Changed” – Seryn
• “Whatever Suits You” – The Hope Trust
• “We Were Dripping” – Sleep Whale
• “Predator Piano” – Parata

>>> download MP3

Future DayBowBow Shows:

11/13 The Hidden Cameras, Gentleman Reg and The O’s @ Hailey’s

11/19 Headlights, Anni Rossi, Pomegranates @ RGRS

12/4 Baruch the Scribe, Young & Brave, Emily Stoker @ The Handsome Kitten

12/19 DayBowBow Christmas Spectacular: Manned Missiles (EP Release), RTB2, Spooky Folk and Delmore Pilcrow

GUEST CLARIFICATION: Tom Rigers [D Magazine]

Recently, my fine publication’s circulation numbers were misrepresented by local funny page writer David Hopkins in his announcement of a new bi-monthly comic strip that would be appearing in the DFW Quicks.  In said announcement, Hopkins incorrectly stated that D magazine holds a readership of 30,000 people.

30,000?

People?

Paltry!

Yeah, maybe 30,000 people read us cover-to-cover.  Twice.  In a single sitting.  The braille edition with the variant covers.

Of course, I was quick to note the error.  In fact, and excuse me while I repeat myself, “with a circulation of 65,500 and 6.45 readers per copy, we get about 422,000 readers every month.”  And that’s not even including the numbers from our niche market latino version, D en Español.

You see, in addition to our regular mail order subscribers and retail buyers, one must also take into account those who leaf through our glorious, glossy pages while sitting in the waiting rooms of area physicians while they wait to get their reconstructed septums realigned, their areolae re-sized, their thicket of pubes lasered, or their filthy, filthy buttholes bleached.

That’s not all.  What many people fail to realize is that one in seven D readers is actually an amputee of some sort.  This would account for the .45 of our 6.45 readers per copy.  That, and there are those readers who get almost 7/10ths of the way through a given issue of D before becoming enraged at the futile excesses of our modern society and flinging the magazine across whatever waiting room they happen to be sitting in at the time.

Anyway, I just wanted to clarify all that.  I gotta go now so I can “investigate” an underground poker league.  Tom Rigers out like the gout, biz-nee-atches!

HANGING BRAIN RADIO: Guest DJ Chelsea Callahan

Mizz Chelsea “Cha-Cha” Callahan is a local music advocate like no other.

While the rest of us are talking trash and stabbing backs, Chelsea’s making shit happen.  She deejays and books for the DubaWuhd, manhandles bands under the guise of her Manhandler Management venture, and every November for the last six years, she’s celebrated her birthday with public gatherings that are equal parts rock show and charity event, featuring great bands and benefiting even greater causes.

Also, she gots purty hair.

I asked her to throw together a playlist of some of her favorite local bands to coincide with this week’s “Annual Rock-n-Roll for Charity Gala” (This Thursday night at DW.  Flyer below.  More info here.)  She did so; quickly, graciously, and without any regard to the inevitable, irreparable damage to her credibility that will no doubt occur as a result of contributing to this site.  Thanks, Cha-Cha!  And sorry.

Dig it, download it, and then dig it again…

• “Nourishment” – The Naptime Shake
• “Safe On the Outside” – Telegraph Canyon
• “My Love” – Hormones
• “Change Gon’ Come” – Dem Southernfolkz
• “The Wondersmith and His Sons” – Astronautalis
• “Fine Lines” (live at The Cavern) – Bosque Brown
• “Henry the Skunk” – The Boom Boom Box
• “Skateland South” – Creede Williams
• “When Hammer Hits Stone” – RTB2
• “Girl From the North Country” – Lions

>>> download MP3

Welcome to Heaven!

ST PETER: Yes, may I help you?

RECENTLY DECEASED: Oh, hi.  Yeah, I’m dead now.

ST PETER: Welcome to heaven.

RECENTLY DECEASED: Thanks.

[awkward pause]

RECENTLY DECEASED: So…

ST PETER: So.

RECENTLY DECEASED: Yeah, so, uh…

ST PETER: Let’s hear it.

RECENTLY DECEASED: I’m sorry.

ST PETER: Your back-story rap.  Let’s hear it.

RECENTLY DECEASED: My back-story?

ST PETER: Conveyed in a rap song, yes.

RECENTLY DECEASED: A rap that conveys my back-story.

ST PETER: Yup.

RECENTLY DECEASED: You mean like —

ST PETER: Like in the opening credits to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, yes.  Exactly.

RECENTLY DECEASED: Ok, here goes. Ahem.  In west Philadelphia, born and raised.  On the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all —

ST PETER: No, no, no.  Not the actual Fresh Prince theme song.  You need to rap about your life, establishing a premise through narrative verse.

RECENTLY DECEASED: So, a back-story rap about my life and experiences?  I have to rap about my life to get into heaven?

ST PETER: Right.  And just for the record, even if you had to rap the Fresh Prince theme song, you would’ve been fucked ’cause you started on the second verse.

RECENTLY DECEASED: I did?

ST PETER: Uh-huh.

RECENTLY DECEASED: You sure?

ST PETER: Yes, I’m sure.  It starts, “Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down…”  Etcetera and so forth.

RECENTLY DECEASED: Ok, so does it have to be freestyle or…?

ST PETER: No, you can take your time.  Some people can just bust it right off the top of their dome.  Like, Eazy E and Tupac and ODB and Walter Cronkite.  They just spit on demand.

RECENTLY DECEASED: Uh-huh.

ST PETER: But, like, DJ AM is sitting over there still trying to put two lines together.  Dude is weak.

RECENTLY DECEASED: I guess the only lines he can put together are the ones he’s chopping up on a coffee table to overdose on.

ST PETER: Aw, snap!

DJ AM: Uncool!

RECENTLY DECEASED: Yeah, I never could figure out why he seemed to have all this cred and caché.  He hung out with Travis fucking Barker, for Chrissakes.

ST PETER: Yeah, and he was in Crazy Town.  Fucking Crazy fucking Town.

DJ AM: Hey, I’m sitting right here.

RECENTLY DECEASED: Man, you are terrible.  Just awful.

ST PETER: Yeah, seriously.  I’m glad you’re dead.

DJ AM: Heeeey!  C’mon!

RECENTLY DECEASED: Anyway, so does my back-story rap have to go from birth to death or just give  a general overview of my accomplishments while on Earth?

ST PETER: It’s your call.  Whatever.

RECENTLY DECEASED: Ok, here goes:  Yeeeaaah, booooy!  Me and my kid brother both grew up.  He was the good one, I was the screw up. He ran for president of his class. I ran from cops when they chased my ass.  Then one day, everything changed. He crashed the car, I took the blame.  He got rich and bought a big house new. Meanwhile, I was in the big house too. Now I’m out with two strikes on the paper.  Called kid brother cause he owes me a favor. One hand rocks the other, here’s proof.  Now it’s me and my brother livin’ under one roof.

ST PETER: Brilliant.  You’re in. [opens Pearly Gates]

RECENTLY DECEASED: Swas!

DJ AM: Hey!  He just rapped the theme song to Under One Roof!

ST PETER: Shuddup, ass.

HANGING BRAIN RADIO: Guest DJ Amanda Cobra

“I know it.  You know it.  DOGS KNOW IT!”  By all accounts, my taste in local music is limited to whatever happens to cross my limited and immediate periphery, what my friends tell me about, and the bands my friends are in.  So, at best, my selection of local music for the Hanging Brain Radio podcast is, shall we say, quite biased and obviously deficient.

So, I decided to ask some of my more knowledgeable associates to come up with their own playlists.

For our first guest DJ, I enlisted the assistance of the lovely and talented Amanda Cobra, scribe of the part-personal/part-local sports blog You Go Live In Utah.

Perhaps due to her recent bout with some bizarre eyeball disease that apparently disabled her better judgment, Mizz Cobra graciously provided me with a ripe dandy of a local podcast.

“Ripe dandy?”  Did Stockslager just hijack that last sentence?

Anywhuh, if you’re not reading YGLIU on the regular, you must.  Now.  Do it!  Amanda is a hilariously acerbic writer and has a wonderfully engaging take on the area sporting events of note.

And lucky for you and your ears, she has exquisite taste in local music, as demonstrated below:

• “Shine On, Golden Warrior” – Corn Mo & .357 Lover
• “Driving, Riding” – Captain Audio
• “Flatter Yourself” – Trey Johnson
• “Cease” – The Theater Fire
• “We Dig With Our Fingers Crossed” – The Undoing of David Wright
• “Jenna (is a No Show)” – The Riverboat Gamblers
• “Abilene” – The King  Bucks
• “Mr. Critic” – The Moon Festival
• “Baltic Sea” – Chad Stockslager

>>> MP3

SIDENOTE: MM, NB, HH, PF, & ZC – The gauntlet has been dropped.