I'm gonna make like Lenny Pickett on TV tomorrow. Or at least a very shitty Lenny Pickett who hasn't really played in about 10 years.
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JBB: An Artblog!
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Cosmic Funnies
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Not today Justin

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I'm gonna make like Lenny Pickett on TV tomorrow. Or at least a very shitty Lenny Pickett who hasn't really played in about 10 years.
TAHOE TWEEZER: PAYOFF *This is obviously only the last third of the Tahoe Tweezer, as it’s the only version with actual footage I found, and it's fun to see Trey's face when the moment happens. But go listen to the whole thing if you want to take the full journey.* Everyone’s already foamed at the mouth about this Tweezer – and rightfully so, it’s brilliant and showcases what musical geniuses can do when their boundless talent and boundless passion perfectly merge with their almost telepathic communication abilities. I hate to dub anything a “best ever” since art, of course, is subjective and there really is no “best,” it’s just a matter of taste. However, this Tweezer, this emmer effing Tweezer, man…it represents if not the, than certainly a, pinnacle of this band’s 30 year career. And it’s not just because of what the four guys on stage are doing; it’s also because of what the thousands of people in the audience are doing. Specifically, what those guys on stage have trained the audience to do. For 30 years, Phish has been about community, and communication. From the very early days on the band made a conscious effort to actively engage the audience in the concert experience. Whether it was through Secret Language, or a Big Ball Jam, or Glow Sticks, or whatever, they made sure that the emphasis at their shows wasn’t placed solely on what was happening on stage, but rather placed on what was happening in the room as a whole. This communication between band and audience creates a unique energy at each show, which in turn influences the band’s music, which influences the audience, and back and forth and back and forth and dance and play and rage. It also creates a real sense of community. The audience feels like they’re…OK maybe only a small part, but still a part, of a large group that is creating something unique that exists in the moment. The end result of all this is a VERY attentive fan base. Phish has spent three decades creating fans who are many things – both good and bad – but are nothing if not attentive. Obsessively attentive. Of course there’s a downside to that; Phish fans can be some of the nit pickiest, most musically entitled fans on the planet. But the upside is what can happen on a random Saturday night in Tahoe. Yes, the Whoo’s. At first glance it may not seem like much, but this totally in the moment, spontaneous outburst from several thousand people at once, is pretty damn remarkable. It’s a pay off to 30 years of a band training an audience to actively listen. There was no Secret Language here, no direction…there was none needed anymore. The jam just took a certain turn, the audience took that exact same turn with the band, and then everyone jumped off the same bridge together and collectively created something that would not have otherwise existed. And this happens, what, at 25 minutes into a single jam? What other band has a fan base that would still be so tuned in at the 25 minute mark? Sure, it’s the payoff to quality improvisation – if it’s shit, no one’s sticking around that long. But more importantly, it’s the payoff to what this band has spent three decades building: an audience that knows not just how to listen, but how to help create in the moment. In this video, when the Whoo’s start to happen at a little over two minutes in, look at Trey’s face. Check out his grin. He knows what’s happening, and he eats it up. This has to be why they spent their careers building this weird little world…for moments like these. Now excuse me while I spend some time in the sonic joy that begins at the 2 min mark of this video.
...And so spelling bee champion Arvind's reign of blasé terror begins... #SaddestConfettiDrop #NatlSpellBee
Lucille's prison #: 07734. Upside down it looks like: Hello. Anyang. #arresteddevelopment #genius
Sleep like never before with the SkyRest!* *Divorced, alcohol-poisoned Jimmy Buffett fan sold separately. #SkyMall
"Goooood morning Andreeeewww. Your breakfast is readyyyy..." say my giraffe butlers every morning as they watch me start to wake right before they magically disappear as soon as I open my eyes.
Sex Mob - Volpina CINEMA, CIRCUS AND SPAGHETTI (SEX MOB PLAYS FELLINI: THE MUSIC OF NINO ROTA)
I can't recommend this album enough. The whole record evokes this mood of wild, European sex madness. Ya know, W.E.S.M. Get it.
Well this is incredible, newly unearthed footage. Buddy Miles, Merl Saunders and Phish jamming backstage during set break at MSG on 10/22/96. I saw Phish the next night in Hartford, but would have been fun to have been a fly on the wall in this room...which thanks to Youtube, I guess we all now can be.
Twin harpists playing Guns n' Roses. Get confusingly aroused this morning.
That Time I Had a Super Power for Three Minutes
Today, while sitting in a coffee shop working, a cute girl walked in. Like any creature with enough testosterone to be rightly designated as "male," I looked at her for a few seconds, idly wondered what she might look like naked, then moved on with my life. The whole process took under five seconds and was hardly noteworthy.
Minutes later, I'd completely forgotten about the girl and was just about to begin closing the seventeen windows I had open and really buckle down and focus dammit -- tap tap, I turn and see the same cute girl tapping on my shoulder.
"Hello, would you mind I ask a favor?" she said in a nice accent I would later learn was French-Canadian. I must have nodded my head because she then asked if she might quickly plug her phone into my computer to charge it enough so she could use it. She was stranded in Santa Monica and needed to be in Reseda where she was couch-surfing and needed to contact her friend and--
"Yes, of course, absolutely," I said. After all, everyone knows that no one is more willing to help cute French-Canadian girls who are stranded in Santa Monica and couch-surfing in Reseda then yours truly (Me. Andrew Stephen Genser).
So she pulls out her iPhone cord, hooks it up to her phone and hands it to me to plug in when I think -- wait a minute. Is this a scam? This isn't my first time around the block you cute French-Canadian girl who is stranded in Santa Monica and couch-surfing in Reseda (fine, I'll just call her a CFCGWISISMACSIR). I plug your phone into my computer and next thing you know you somehow have all my information and days later I get a call from my bank asking me if I spent 30 grand on gold-encrusted beaver pelts (a classic French-Canadian indulgence). So my concern for my bank account as well as the dwindling beaver population of Los Angeles manifests itself in the form of the blurted out sentence, "Uh, wait, this isn't like gonna give you my stuff, is it?" She shook her head no. She was legit. Everyone knows a criminal would have had to answer yes.
So she sits down across from me - where she can't see my Laptop screen - and I plug her phone in. Immediately things start popping open; namely, iTunes and iPhoto. Crap, here we go, it IS going to start, like, giving you my stuff, isn't it? I quickly close iTunes then click over to iPhoto and -- wait, these aren't my photos. I've never been in that foreign-seeming bar smiling at the camera, nor have I been lying under the covers smirking while someone with knuckle tattoos stroked my hair, and I DEFINITELY haven't been standing completely naked in front of that mirror with my beautiful breasts being gra -- and I quickly clicked off iPhoto. Yup, these were her photos. The cute French-Canadian girl who is stranded in -- sorry, the CFCGWISISMACSIR, who I had so gallantly rescued in her time of need, and who had so suddenly entered my life when I idly wondered what she might look like naked, had made sure I had to wonder no more. Her phone was trying to upload her pictures to my computer.* Sitting across from me was this beautiful, completely clothed stranger, and yet if I looked one inch down at my computer screen, I could see the same beautiful stranger completely unclothed.
It was the closest I'll ever come to having X-Ray Vision.
*no, I'm a gentleman, I did not actually upload.
Fruition - Never Again
Great young bluegrass band I've been listening to. Love this track.
Luna - Bewitched
Either Astroglide makes soap, or this is a literal hole in the wall restaurant. Regardless, I feel sticky. (at Hanco's Bubble Tea & Vietnamese Sandwich)
Luna - California (All the Way)
"Bachelorette" Really good. You should see it. No not you. You.
Abby in the adorable, manic grips of a purple cocaine high (at Genser Headquarters)