Another of a Million (Part V – The Store That Sold Nothing)

February 2, 2011
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Continued from Part IV

Track 8: “Down by the Water” (3:14) PJ Harvey · To Bring You My Love · Island Records
Track 9: “Whisper” (3:29) Morphine · Yes · Rykodisc

“Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.”
-Elvis Costello, or Thelonius Monk, or Martin Mull, or Lester Bangs, or Clara Schumann, depending on whom you ask

There’s no real way around it. We looked like we were headed for a sleepover. Three freshmen and a sophomore, bundled against the cold, trudging along the salted ice on the sidewalk, waiting at the bus stop at eight on a Wednesday evening. Too young to buy booze, too old to ask a grown-up for a ride. Laden with backpacks, and guitar cases, and blankets, and pillows.

Yeah. We pretty much looked like we were headed for a sleepover. And I’d have a comeback for that, were it not for the fact that we were absolutely headed for a sleepover. Thanks to Empire Beauty School’s complaints, this was how Jesus Clip marched to war. We rode the bus to a rented storefront, and stayed there until the sun came up. If we timed it right, we got there at nine o’clock on the knuckle, when the landlord’s noise curfew expired. Frankly, we needed every second of practice we could muster.

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New Year 2011 Part II: Resolutions That Everyone Has To Make (But Me)

January 5, 2011
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Now that it’s nearly a week into January, half of all New Year’s resolutions have likely fallen by the wayside. If yours were among them, fear not. Analog Nation is once again here to help. The following resolutions have been made on behalf of the world in general, and that includes you. See? Now you’re back on the wagon again.

I resolve, on your behalf, to stop supporting causes by changing my social media userpic.

Back when the Internet was just a bunch of Geocities sites, failed dotcoms, and bizarre thought experiments that continue to this day, people were constantly sending around petition emails. Every couple of weeks I’d check my inbox and there’d be another one, crowing about some great injustice or other. (Sitting here today, I can’t actually remember what any of the causes were. Wait, there was one about how the government was going to start taxing email at a penny per message. And there was something about the rainforest.) The plea was always the same: Add your name to the list of signatories below, then forward the petition to every person you’ve ever met. By sheer strength of numbers, we were going to set things right. Rising as one, there would be no stopping us.

Except for the part where it’s physically impossible for an email petition to accomplish anything at all. There was never a master list of signatures, just a bunch of messages flying around with subject lines that said “Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: End poverty now!!!” At first I signed a couple, figuring that A) it couldn’t hurt, and B) girls who saw my name on the list would think of me as sensitive and aware. Once the pointlessness of the whole thing was evident, I became one of those insufferable twats who would reply to the petitions, politely informing my friends that their efforts were futile (while strongly implying that I was still sensitive and aware).

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New Year 2011 Part I: Completely Accurate Predictions

December 31, 2010
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Do something on the Internet for two consecutive years, and it automatically counts as an ancient tradition. Therefore, Analog Nation is once again pleased to present our predictions for the coming twelve months. Rest assured, these things will happen. Better you know about them now, right?

WikiLeaks’ second album will blow everyone’s minds.
Critics will use phrases like “not since Radiohead,” “death of the sophomore jinx,” and “out-Arcade-Fired Arcade Fire.”

Meanwhile, the anonymous hacker vigilantes who lashed out in support of WikiLeaks will quietly start World War III with China.
Well, quiet for a World War, anyway.

Financial analysts will be stunned when the Dow Jones Industrial Average reaches 15,000 and stays exactly at that level for a week.
Many will see it as a sign that the events leading to December 21, 2012 have begun and cannot be reversed. After the DJIA finally dips, BusinessWeek will run a cover story with the headline, “Well That Was Weird.”

The US Treasury will print limited edition runs of blue, red, and yellow currency.
Old people will be super confused.

VHS will make a remarkable comeback, as collectors insist that it’s just like the vinyl resurgence among audiophiles.
Vinyl enthusiasts will all do that thing where you rub your eyes with your thumb and forefinger while slowly shaking your head.

One of the following people will go to jail after being exposed as the Archery Bandit: Mario Batali, Rachel Ray, Lamar Odom, or Sofia Vergara,
Related: The entire Rocky Mountain range will fall under the sway of a charming but dangerous criminal known as the “Archery Bandit.”

Obama will become the first president ever to drop an f-bomb during a press conference, which will prompt a spike in his approval rating.
Fingers crossed, it will be an m-f-bomb. God, that would rule.

That giant clump of trash floating in the Pacific will be recognized by the UN as a sovereign nation.
Its name will be something along the lines of Trashlandia or Trashtenstein. (Before you ask, the name “Trash Island” was already trademarked by Captain Morgan Rum Company, for use in a never-launched chain of branded party resorts.)

In an exclusive interview with Vanity Fair, Claire Danes will reveal that she is twelve feet four inches tall, and has been this whole time.
At least, we’re ninety-five percent sure it’s Claire Danes. There have been rumors about this for years.

The combined network of Xbox Kinect devices will be become self-aware and start building its own space station.
This is not something that Microsoft planned, but they’ll be okay with it.

Incidents fueled by Four Loko will lead to the suspension of at least three prominent NCAA football or basketball players.
Not that the glorification of college athletes is a problem, or anything.

Forty-eight hours after Apple announces the Verizon iPhone, AT&T will announce that it has acquired Verizon.
The Internet will literally cry unicorn tears.

During Christopher Nolan’s Oscar acceptance speech, Aaron Sorkin will rush the stage Kanye-style.
In the ensuing mayhem, David Fincher will attack Leonardo DiCaprio, wielding Jesse Eisenberg as a battering ram.

The new TSA screening measures will foil a major terrorist plot, saving hundreds of lives at the last moment.
And then everybody will be all like, “Ah shit, now we have to put up with this nonsense permanently. Thanks a lot, fucking terrorists.”

Come December, newspapers and magazines will be lining up to label 2011 “The Year of the Panda Fire.”
It’s best not to dwell on this one.

Grade for our 2010 predictions: B- (We are officially giving up on the Australia/Portugal thing, which of course means this is absolutely the year that it will happen.)

A Little Something for Christmas

December 21, 2010
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A Little Something for Christmas

Another of a Million (Part IV – Too Loud for Beauty School)

November 8, 2010
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Continued from Part III

Track 6: “Bull in the Heather” (3:04) Sonic Youth · Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star · Geffen Records
Track 7: “Backwater” (3:42) Meat Puppets · Too High To Die · London Records

To be honest, the name was a bit of a problem. Every time I told people the band was called Jesus Clip, they would flinch. Nothing overt, just a quarter-note of furrowed brow, eyes barely narrowed. However, for a split second I could clearly read the question forming on their faces:

“Wait a minute, did he just tell me he’s in a Christian rock band?”

No, he did not. But Jars of Clay had just started to sneak into mainstream rotation, so it was kind of a valid question, and certainly I’d struck my own quarter-note upon hearing the name. Honestly though, the name had nothing to do with anyone’s Lord and/or Savior. Chris and Will were into picking locks, and came across the term as they read books on the subject. Solve the Jesus Clip, and the rest of the lock falls into place. Something like that, anyway.

Fair’s fair — they started the band, they got to name it. Besides, thinking up a name for a band is torture set to music. This one was short, stuck out, looked decent on a poster, and didn’t start with “the.” That was plenty. We were Jesus Clip. And Jesus Clip needed a place to rehearse.

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