in that case, i'll have a rum and coca-cola.

"Different Class," Britpop band Pulp's arguably most smashinest hit album, has crawled out of the 90's and back into my iPod. I guess this started that night at Glasslands for the Suckers release party when Common People came on and Nick started belting out the refrain with a fervent passion the likes of which has never been seen! At least not outside of an Evangelical church mass. There needs to be a good remix of that song, and I can't seem to find one anywhere. Nick's live version can't be beat, anyway.

So I skipped my buddies Real Estate's show at Public Assembly Thursday to... sit at home and watch Samantha Who! Nahhh, I'm just messin' - I don't even watch that show! Much. I don't watch that show... much. Whatever. I went out with a bunch of buds to the Bwick Country Club and Art Land and Black Betty (which was a hot mess of a trashface dance party), Huckleberry and back to Bushwick CC. Friday at the office was a real fucking dreammm. Ouch. I spent the day commiserating with my cute gay Belgian coworker Fabrice.

But it was RE's last show with Matt for a while, cos he left yesterday to tour (as Ducktails) Europe with Black Dice and then Tomutonttu for a month, which is so rad! Rockstarz... He also had a sweet little Ducktails video come out for "Landrunner" (dir. by Alice Cohen) recently too. Something about the animation seems too familiar to me, but nonetheless the images work really well with the audio. I should really put my money where my mouth is though.

Tonight Real Estate has a show at Santos Party House and Malcolm is going to fill in! So awesome. Not that I can go, cos it's Lena's bday party at Bushwick CC. They also have a show together at the Annex, where (Malcolm's band) Your Nature has a residency this month. Your Nature + Real Estate + Malcolm playing with Bleek??? Hold on a sec, can someone check my pulse? I have to check if I just died... and went to HEAVEN! LOLz. Too much coffee, woo... Oops there's the doorbell. Tess is here, time to make brunch and re-join the world.

Since this whole post ended up being about Real Estate (go figure), here's a track from the Underwater Peoples' Summer Showcase mix that just came out.





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i'll be anything you ask and more.

So, 1901 is totally on, totally with it. I've danced around to this song countless times already, and I only just got it this weekend at Hannah's house. They also just put out a new video, "Lisztomania."

Strangely though, all I can think of lately when I hear Thomas Mars' voice (the lead singer of Phoenix) voice is of Montreal's Kevin Barnes. Especially the song The Party's Crashing Us and the album The Sunlandic Twins. And sophomore year of college when that song played on repeat in my room. And the ever-talented Malcolm Perkins' old band Look Alike. (Of course his current band is Your Nature - formerly Frankpollis.) Objectively, I'm not sure how similar Phoenix and of Montreal sound in general, but for me the connection is supes strong. More recent of Montreal material doesn't really sound much like Phoenix at all.

I'm still coveting all the Skeletal Lamping shwag that I always meant to buy but never did. Even those wall decals, which would have made me seem like a total douche. I was digging the whole "alternative packaging" concept for a solution to selling a download. I guess.

Oh and remember this fucking of Montreal Outback Steak House commercial?? Ha! What the fuck was that. It originally comes from their song Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games. Speaking of commercials, when is Woods going to come out with a car commercial? I've got my television set tuned to TBS, and I'm waitin' it out. Any day now...

Coincidentally, I discovered that Thomas Mars is the partner of Sofia Coppola, who he met while she was making the Virgin Suicides. Because of Phoenix's ties to Air, who worked on the Suicides soundtrack, Mars did the vocals for Playground Love, my ultimate supremo fave track from that album. He even appears in the homecoming dance scene of the movie. Coppola and Mars have a baby Romy, named after Roman Coppola. That's pretty precious, if you ask me.

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