July 17, 2005

In which I tune in an Experimental Station

Our old adventurer-about-town Lauren is building a brick oven at the site of the ol' Blackstone Bicycle Co-op.

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In which I get my knuckles ground down

While cleaning out a closet (why on earth do I have two tuxedo jackets? and who wears shirts requiring separate collars these days?), I found a notebook in which I had scribbled initial impressions of Pavement's Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. I poked fun at them for poking fun at R.E.M., but little did I realise the extent to which they did so until I picked up the extra-special Tenth Anniversary Edition of the album, which includes a whopping 49 tracks, including the sly "Camera", a take on R.E.M's song of ditto title. And, of course, the best band from Sacto Northern Cal also rib the Stone Temple Pilots, Smashing Pumpkins, and Dave Brubeck. And probably others.

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