//The Rapture
I Am (iTunes Shared Library) Famous
“My shared library is named “Cari and the Foxy Boxers” from the timeless Homer Simpson quote…”
The other day someone on our floor accosted C. and asked her if she was “Cari” because he wants to meet “Cari” because she is sharing an awesome playlist in her iTunes library. Furthermore, it is not just him, but other office mates in his area who listen to my music.
My shared library is named “Cari and the Foxy Boxers” from the timeless Homer Simpson quote:
“If the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn’t, it’s that girls should stick to girls’ sports, such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing and such and such.”
I would like to thank my brother, Adam, for his invaluable contribution to my iTunes shared library renown. I could not have done it without all the music you’ve given me over the years.
Although the actual playlist was my own personal achievement, my shiny moment of iTunes glory, I don’t know to which playlist that guy was referring.
There are six playlists, three made specifically for certain people.
If they’re listening to B. No. 1, the playlist includes DFA 1979, Enon and The Kills.
If it’s B. No. 2, it includes Mos Def, Magnetic Fields and Spoon.
If it’s P.’s playlist, it includes The Rapture, Wu-Tang and Built to Spill.
My money is on the latter. Anyway, it was a nice affirmation for me during these trying times.
The Things You Don’t Know
“Like semaphores only without the flags.”
Wow. I just spent a great night hanging out with a friend with whom I went to high school (and his wife) and found out that our other classmate (who’s also married) is in a band that, no only have I heard of and bought albums from, but a lot of other people have heard of and bought albums from. I had not seen either of them for 15 years.
Then we went to see the friend and his wife’s friend’s band, Fall On Your Sword, at Hugs (where I’d never been before, which was actually a decent venue, though one of the bathrooms was near the stage which reminded me of Brownies, R.I.P.) They had a dance-punk sound ala The Faint or The Rapture or !!! with a lot of disco beats and ’twas a lot of fun.
The other band that played was The Most Holy Trinity. Not so much with them. For starters, we didn’t realize they’d begun to play, we thought it was still the between sets filler music. Then we noticed they were dressed in matching leotards or something. And had synchronized arm movements. Like semaphores only without the flags.
We fled to Pete’s Candy Store to meet up with more of their friends. I realized that I was a) fairly intoxicated and b) had to work the next day, so I bid a fond adieu for the moment. I think I talked equally as much with his wife as I did with him. They are both great people.
15 years = nothing. Our friendship picked right up where we’d left off.
PAPER Magazine, Part Deux
“And, lo, the rightness of my verdict revealed itself to me….”
Ohhhhh, everything is making so much sense now. After I griped about PAPER being for arty trust funders, I glanced again at that issue of PAPER and, lo, the rightness of my verdict revealed itself to me: the subscriber isn’t Erica, the subscriber is in fact my former roommate of three years, Max Tepper, who is…yes…AN ARTY TRUST FUNDER.
Well, okay, not exactly a trust funder per se. But let’s examine the evidence:
His father was a popular songwriter in the 80′s. Mother is friends with Bianca Jagger. Both Max and his brother, Julian, attended a tony UES private school. Granted, his share of the rent in our apartment was dirt cheap, but he worked part-time jobs very sporadically and could still afford to tour with his (now defunct) band.
A funny coincidence (please don’t freaking call it “ironic” because it’s goddamn not) is that before I moved into the apartment, there were a few contenders for my room including Mattie Safer and Devendra Banhart, but Max said he couldn’t possibly live with another musician. And who’s on the cover of that revelatory issue of PAPER? Aw yeah, Devendra Banhart.
On an only obliquely related note, while viewing the genius movie Superbad with Chris, during the scene where Seth gets period blood on his leg I noted that the music playing was by The Rapture, whereupon Chris insisted that it was Public Image Ltd. It was totally The Rapture. Face, Chris, FACE!
[Now whether or not The Rapture is copping P.I.L.'s sound is another story.]
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