<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:09:50.909-05:00</updated><category term='2009'/><category term='blondie'/><category term='mvtb'/><category term='movies'/><category term='apple'/><category term='sobriety'/><category term='stream'/><category term='music'/><category term='single'/><category term='winter'/><category term='fall'/><category term='pitch'/><category term='photos'/><category term='commentary'/><category term='album'/><category term='primer'/><category term='song of the day'/><category term='beatles'/><category term='hawaii'/><category term='catholic'/><category term='covers'/><category term='food'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='video'/><category term='america'/><category term='concert'/><category term='tv'/><category term='mashup'/><category term='mustache'/><category term='2008'/><category term='playlist'/><category term='shitty music'/><title type='text'>MNLJ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-8224932262244137455</id><published>2010-05-18T14:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:17:46.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covers'/><title type='text'>Covered: "Strangers"</title><content type='html'>The A.V. Club over at the Onion has been running an amazing series of cover tunes. Some of my favorites are &lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/tears-for-fears,38869/"&gt;Ted Leo covering Tears for Fears&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/elliott-smith,38885/"&gt;Ben Folds covering Elliot Smith&lt;/a&gt;, and now, a band I will now get into because of this, Wye Oak covering The Kinks' "Strangers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the badass chick guitar solo. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.avclub.com/flash/video/onn_player/bin-release/avclub_player.swf?videoid=38871&amp;host=http://www.avclub.com&amp;embedded=true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.avclub.com/flash/video/onn_player/bin-release/avclub_player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="270" flashvars="videoid=38871&amp;host=http://www.avclub.com&amp;embedded=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/the-kinks,38871/" target="_blank" title="Wye Oak covers The Kinks"&gt;Wye Oak covers The Kinks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-8224932262244137455?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/8224932262244137455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=8224932262244137455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/8224932262244137455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/8224932262244137455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2010/05/covered-strangers.html' title='Covered: &quot;Strangers&quot;'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-989204511732664526</id><published>2010-05-13T12:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T12:57:25.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholic'/><title type='text'>Catholic Music - Ascension Thursday</title><content type='html'>Its Ascension Thursday, one of the more confusing Catholic holy days. So in honor of Jesus making it upstairs for good, here's a b-side from The Hold Steady's most recent outing, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heaven is Whenever&lt;/span&gt;, aptly named for your to enjoyment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/02%20Ascension%20Blues.mp3"&gt;The Hold Steady - Ascension Blues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-989204511732664526?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/989204511732664526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=989204511732664526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/989204511732664526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/989204511732664526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2010/05/catholic-music-ascension-thursday.html' title='Catholic Music - Ascension Thursday'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-6111015097785873808</id><published>2010-05-07T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:23:40.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty music'/><title type='text'>It's Unbelievable How Bad This Song Is:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=21071397&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=21071397&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson Beckford? Happy 9th Grade Flashback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-6111015097785873808?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/6111015097785873808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=6111015097785873808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/6111015097785873808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/6111015097785873808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2010/05/its-unbelievable-how-bad-this-song-is.html' title='It&apos;s Unbelievable How Bad This Song Is:'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-3361376428023379252</id><published>2010-05-06T16:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T16:59:28.912-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>The Fake Musings of Craig Finn</title><content type='html'>To continue with the HS love-fest, for those of you who appreciate Craig Finn's sometimes off-message lyrics, someone has set up a &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/fakecraigfinn"&gt;fake Twitter&lt;/a&gt; with fake verses, and theyre pretty dead on. My favorites below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- http://twitter.com/FakeCraigFinn/status/13406388554 --&gt; &lt;style type='text/css'&gt;.bbpBox{background:url(http://s.twimg.com/a/1272919576/images/themes/theme1/bg.png) #9ae4e8;padding:20px;}p.bbpTweet{background:#fff;padding:10px 12px 10px 12px;margin:0;min-height:48px;color:#000;font-size:18px !important;line-height:22px;-moz-border-radius:5px;-webkit-border-radius:5px}p.bbpTweet span.metadata{display:block;width:100%;clear:both;margin-top:8px;padding-top:12px;height:40px;border-top:1px solid #fff;border-top:1px solid #e6e6e6}p.bbpTweet span.metadata span.author{line-height:19px}p.bbpTweet span.metadata span.author img{float:left;margin:0 7px 0 0px;width:38px;height:38px}p.bbpTweet a:hover{text-decoration:underline}p.bbpTweet span.timestamp{font-size:12px;display:block}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;div class='bbpBox'&gt;&lt;p class='bbpTweet'&gt;Your whiskey breath makes those lies smell sweeter / let's put on a show in this empty theater&lt;span class='timestamp'&gt;&lt;a title='Wed May 05 04:32:00 +0000 2010' href='http://twitter.com/FakeCraigFinn/status/13406388554'&gt;less than a minute ago&lt;/a&gt; via web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class='metadata'&gt;&lt;span class='author'&gt;&lt;a href='http://twitter.com/FakeCraigFinn'&gt;&lt;img src='http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/871731098/09_craigfinn_lgl_normal.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href='http://twitter.com/FakeCraigFinn'&gt;Knockoff Craig Finn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FakeCraigFinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- end of tweet --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- http://twitter.com/FakeCraigFinn/status/13392888186 --&gt; &lt;style type='text/css'&gt;.bbpBox{background:url(http://s.twimg.com/a/1272919576/images/themes/theme1/bg.png) #9ae4e8;padding:20px;}p.bbpTweet{background:#fff;padding:10px 12px 10px 12px;margin:0;min-height:48px;color:#000;font-size:18px !important;line-height:22px;-moz-border-radius:5px;-webkit-border-radius:5px}p.bbpTweet span.metadata{display:block;width:100%;clear:both;margin-top:8px;padding-top:12px;height:40px;border-top:1px solid #fff;border-top:1px solid #e6e6e6}p.bbpTweet span.metadata span.author{line-height:19px}p.bbpTweet span.metadata span.author img{float:left;margin:0 7px 0 0px;width:38px;height:38px}p.bbpTweet a:hover{text-decoration:underline}p.bbpTweet span.timestamp{font-size:12px;display:block}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;div class='bbpBox'&gt;&lt;p class='bbpTweet'&gt;She said this country's getting smaller / and it's probably a good thing / 'cause the one thing she don't do is long distance&lt;span class='timestamp'&gt;&lt;a title='Wed May 05 00:12:58 +0000 2010' href='http://twitter.com/FakeCraigFinn/status/13392888186'&gt;less than a minute ago&lt;/a&gt; via web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class='metadata'&gt;&lt;span class='author'&gt;&lt;a href='http://twitter.com/FakeCraigFinn'&gt;&lt;img src='http://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/871731098/09_craigfinn_lgl_normal.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href='http://twitter.com/FakeCraigFinn'&gt;Knockoff Craig Finn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FakeCraigFinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- end of tweet --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-3361376428023379252?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/3361376428023379252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=3361376428023379252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/3361376428023379252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/3361376428023379252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2010/05/fake-musings-of-craig-finn.html' title='The Fake Musings of Craig Finn'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-3249139385962288579</id><published>2010-05-05T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:07:02.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stream'/><title type='text'>The Hold Steady - Heaven is Whenever (stream)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="380"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" /&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=21048457&amp;style=metal&amp;bbg=000000&amp;bfg=666666&amp;bt=5c0404&amp;bth=000000&amp;pbg=5c0404&amp;pbgh=666666&amp;pfg=000000&amp;pfgh=5c0404&amp;si=5c0404&amp;lbg=5c0404&amp;lbgh=666666&amp;lfg=000000&amp;lfgh=5c0404&amp;sb=5c0404&amp;sbh=666666&amp;p=0" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="380" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=21048457&amp;style=metal&amp;bbg=000000&amp;bfg=666666&amp;bt=5c0404&amp;bth=000000&amp;pbg=5c0404&amp;pbgh=666666&amp;pfg=000000&amp;pfgh=5c0404&amp;si=5c0404&amp;lbg=5c0404&amp;lbgh=666666&amp;lfg=000000&amp;lfgh=5c0404&amp;sb=5c0404&amp;sbh=666666&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-3249139385962288579?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/3249139385962288579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=3249139385962288579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/3249139385962288579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/3249139385962288579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2010/05/hold-steady-heaven-is-whenever-stream_05.html' title='The Hold Steady - Heaven is Whenever (stream)'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-5128364930087190161</id><published>2010-03-26T16:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:30:25.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song of the day'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 3/26/10</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. I promise more is on the way. In the meantime, enjoy "In The Meantime" by Spacehog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9AWGc0d8ik&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9AWGc0d8ik&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-5128364930087190161?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/5128364930087190161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=5128364930087190161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/5128364930087190161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/5128364930087190161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2010/03/song-of-day-32610.html' title='Song of the Day - 3/26/10'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-1315462387342105553</id><published>2010-02-02T11:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:19:12.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mashup'/><title type='text'>Dear Internet, Mashup plz</title><content type='html'>After seeing Mike Bubbly on SNL this weekend, I noticed that his song "Haven't Met You Yet" sounds, and is structured, suspiciously similar to the 2007 Top 40 radio smash "Love Song" by Sara Bareilles (who is NOT &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/music/blog/AlexaRayJoel.jpg"&gt;Billy Joel's daughter&lt;/a&gt;). Listen for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qi7Yh16dA0w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qi7Yh16dA0w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Internet, I ask unto you, mashup plz. Or at least do that thing where you put the songs on top of each other, like with those Nickelback tracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-1315462387342105553?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/1315462387342105553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=1315462387342105553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/1315462387342105553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/1315462387342105553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2010/02/dear-internet-mashup-plz.html' title='Dear Internet, Mashup plz'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-5796468793251642597</id><published>2010-01-27T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:12:40.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Best of 2009 - 25 Songs</title><content type='html'>Dear Internet, sorry for the tardiness, my dog ate my iTunes. So to round out this unbearable Sober January, here we go: the 25 best songs, in my opinion, to come out in 2009, in alphabetical order. Also, a bonus funny song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice 3 reoccurring artists: Casablancas, Ward and Yorn. Quite a year for those blokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[right-click and "save as" individually, or&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/2009%20Top%20Songs.zip"&gt; click here to download all in a .zip&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Julian%20Casablancas%20-%2011th%20Dimension.m4a"&gt;11th Dimension - Julian Casablancas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early descriptions of this track worried me: synth, 80's, dance anthem. The execution won me over. Way to rock, Jules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/fun%20-%20All%20the%20Pretty%20Girls.m4a"&gt;All the Pretty Girls - fun.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical Theater pop rock. If "RENT" was like this, I'd have actually stayed awake when my girlfriend made me go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Yeasayer%20-%20Ambling%20Alp.mp3"&gt;Ambling Alp - Yeasayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity rules in this apocalyptic dance anthem. Kinda 80's-ish, spastic, and catchy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Regina%20Spektor%20-%20The%20Calculation.mp3"&gt;The Calculation - Regina Spektor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirky piano pop. Very light, very lyrical, very off-beat. This will sound weird, but I love the vocal-flugelhorn sound she makes throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Deer%20Tick%20-%20Easy.m4a"&gt;Easy - Deer Tick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this song sarcastic? It certainly sounds angry, but it's a very tight roots-rock song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Jay%20Z%20-%20Empire%20State%20Of%20Mind.mp3"&gt;Empire State Of Mind - Jay-Z&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Mayor Hova made it illegal to not include this on a "Best of 2009" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Pearl%20Jam%20-%20The%20Fixer.mp3"&gt;The Fixer - Pearl Jam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cringe at aging rockers trying to make their fans think that new songs can be relevant. Well, it worked here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Brendan%20Benson%20-%20Garbage%20Day.mp3"&gt;Garbage Day - Brendan Benson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disco Rocks? Here it does, courtesy of some sweet sweet hooks. Reminds me of "Breakin' Up" by Rilo Kiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/The%20Dead%20Weather%20-%20Hang%20You%20from%20the%20Heavens.m4a"&gt;Hang You from the Heavens - The Dead Weather&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack White doesn't sing, or ever play guitar on this track. But you know it's him because of how awesome it is. I'm usually not one for gratuitous drum solos, but by all means JW, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Edward%20Sharpe%20-%20Home.mp3"&gt;Home - Edward Sharpe &amp; The Magnetic Zeros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hippie Western! Weirdo's dancing while tumbleweeds shuffle by in a lo-fi ghost-town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Dinosaur%20Jr%20-%20I%20Want%20You%20To%20Know.mp3"&gt;I Want You To Know - Dinosaur Jr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More 90's band redemption, from a more underground band. Solid rock throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/The%20Features%20-%20Lions.mp3"&gt;Lions - The Features&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best hook of the year. It sucks you in. It's amazingly interesting. The verse is a bit brooding, but it's cohesive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Passion%20Pit%20-%20Little%20Secrets.mp3"&gt;Little Secrets - Passion Pit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the Super Mario Bros at a rave. All the little goombas and toad guys singing along. This year's MGMT single that they didn't write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Dan%20Auerbach%20-%20My%20Last%20Mistake.mp3"&gt;My Last Mistake - Dan Auerbach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Keys' frontman goes solo with some throwback early 70's garage rock. Makes you feel like starting a band or driving cross-country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/M.Ward%20-%20Never%20Had%20Nobody%20Like%20You.mp3"&gt;Never Had Nobody Like You - M. Ward (feat. Zooey Deschanel)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lost single by She &amp; Him, performed by...She &amp; Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Flying%20Machines%20-%20On%20A%20Whim.m4a"&gt;On A Whim - Flying Machines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grandiose, over-the-top, and spastic ELO sendup. I hope these guys have more to offer in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Pete%20Yorn%20-%20Relator.mp3"&gt;Relator - Scarlett Johansson &amp; Pete Yorn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sultry temptress and Mr. Morningafter play some sunny California pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Phoenix%20-%20Rome.mp3"&gt;Rome - Phoenix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this not in every rom-com trailer out right now? The type of song you and your girlfriend can both agree on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Pete%20Yorn%20-%20Rooftop.mp3"&gt;Rooftop - Pete Yorn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Morningafter flies east and spends a lazy summer night in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Monsters%20of%20Folk%20-%20Say%20Please.mp3"&gt;Say Please - Monsters Of Folk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rocking lyrical-round by the indie supergroup. It just sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/The%20National%20-%20So%20Far%20Around%20The%20Bend.mp3"&gt;So Far Around The Bend - The National&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my 2010 resolutions is to get into The National this year. If the rest of their catalog is like this tight wintry ballad, I'm in for a nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Grizzly%20Bear%20-%20Two%20Weeks.mp3"&gt;Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to describe this song. Operatic? Thematic? Illmatic? It's awesome however you slice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/The%20Very%20Best%20-%20Warm%20Heart%20Of%20Africa.mp3"&gt;Warm Heart Of Africa - The Very Best (feat. Ezra Koenig)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? The lead singer of Vampire Weekend? OMG! Afro-pop 4eva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Japandroids%20-%20Wet%20Hair.mp3"&gt;Wet Hair - Japandroids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I heard this, but its true: Japandroids sound like their name would lead you to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/Wilco%20-%20You%20Never%20Know.m4a"&gt;You Never Know - Wilco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Tweedy, watch out, the Traveling Wilbury's are going to be pissed you stole their sound. Nice track though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Songs%202009/The%20Lonely%20Island%20-%20Boombox.mp3"&gt;Boombox - The Lonely Island (feat. Julian Casablancas)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God, when will we see the Digital Short for this? I need to see the boiled goose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-5796468793251642597?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/5796468793251642597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=5796468793251642597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/5796468793251642597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/5796468793251642597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2010/01/best-of-2009-25-songs.html' title='The Best of 2009 - 25 Songs'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-320969505184743151</id><published>2009-12-31T22:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:38:01.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobriety'/><title type='text'>The Best of 2009 - 10 Albums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Pics/NYE%20Lights.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Pics/NYE%20Lights.JPG" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, sorry for the hiatus. This and that, you know. Anyway, I'm not drinking again for the month of January, so I'll be posting more than you could possibly want. To begin, after your 2009 list fatigue has hopefully ended, here's the first of mine. These are the top 10 albums, in my opinion, that were released this calendar year. I don't claim that they are the universal best. These are my favorite. They tend to err on the side of solid, well thought out pop-rock, and I'm not apologizing for that. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[click to download a .zip file of each album]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Albums%202009/Further%20Complications.zip"&gt;Jarvis Cocker - Further Complications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly dense and witty lyrics with a great britpop sound. Jarvis has quickly become one of my favorite lyricists. The mostly-instrumental "Homewrecker!" sounds like a drunken spy theme, the title track is a catchy gem, and "I Never Said I Was Deep" has my favorite lyrics of the year; he's like a younger, thinner, skeevier, and British Randy Newman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Albums%202009/Wilco.zip"&gt;Wilco - Wilco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilco gives me a lot of trouble. On one hand, I love some of their songs. On the other hand, I get so bored some of their songs. This album brings me a few I love ("Sunny Feeling," "You And I" with Feist," "You Never Know") and some I would toss aside ("I'll Fight," "One Wing") But, its strong enough to hold up as an album that works front to back. And on top of it all, it has the trifecta, something that to my knowledge only Bad Company has also accomplished: a band with an album and a song on that album all with the same name. For that alone, it's worth a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Albums%202009/Wolfgang%20Amadeus%20Phoenix.zip"&gt;Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any album that starts off with such a hit as "Lisztomania" deserves to be considered very high on a best-of list. Even though these guys are smelly Frenchmen, and I'm not particularly into their earlier stuff, I cannot deny how kickass this LP is. It's pop perfection. Throw in "Rome" for some ambient melody, "1901" for some pulse pop, and "Armistice" for some rock, and you've got a solid tracklist that will stand a long test of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Albums%202009/Aim%20and%20Ignite.zip"&gt;fun. - Aim and Ignite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun. is a group of veteran musicians in a new outfit, really stretching the limits of pop-rock. There's everything in here. Narrative melodies that sound like they're out of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RENT&lt;/span&gt; ("Be Calm"), spastic orchestral arrangements that Jeff Lynne would salivate over ("All The Pretty Girls"); and Queen-esque epics ("Benson Hedges"). "Barlights" is a great NYC-tribute song that's great to listen to while walking through the city, and "The Gambler" is an acoustic, heartfelt ballad. Every song is a new feeling and sound, but it's all incredible cohesive. I hope to hear more from these guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Albums%202009/Break%20Up.zip"&gt;Pete Yorn &amp; Scarlett Johanssen - Break Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album was recorded in 2007, but not released until this year. Why? No idea, but I think it was a good move. Scarlett's distracting fame-quotient cooled down a bit, so you're able to enjoy her voice more here (it's very throwback, alá Zooey) without the baggage. But honestly, this album is an example of Pete's amazing songwriting ability (he also put out another album this year, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Back &amp; Forth&lt;/span&gt;, which wasn't as solid overall, but had some great tracks). We've got the summer-sounding pop triumph of "Relator," the classic emotive Yorn-ballad "Someday," and the funky country-rock of "I Don't Know What Do." What does Scarlett bring to the table? Well, most Yorn albums are depressing in tone, but this one, even with it's emotional lows, feels optimistic the whole way through. It might be Pete's happiest album yet, despite it's title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Albums%202009/Hold%20Time.zip"&gt;M. Ward - Hold Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're in the top 5. M. Ward makes the list twice, but this time it's for his amazing solo album. It's not incredibly diverse in sound; full of reverb, acoustic guitars and driving snare drums, but M has a way with mood music. The instrumentation perfectly accompanies the lyrics. From the She &amp; Him outtake of "Never Had Nobody Like You," to the Buddy Holly cover "Rave On," to the unplugged shuffle of the Wes Andersen ready "Shangri-La," it's tight the whole way through. My personal favorite is "Epistemology," a catchy alt-pop single, if not for the opening lyric alone: "I was raised in a Catholic School/learned who to fight with and to pray to." Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Albums%202009/Phrazes%20for%20the%20Young.zip"&gt;Julian Casablancas - Phrazes for the Young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what seemed to be a lacking 12 months for music (at least in my eyes, but 2008 was so damn good it was hard to follow), Mr. Strokes arrived in November with this record to save the year. It really is worth the hype. A quick 8 tracks that are as good, if not better than the last full Strokes record. For a purist like myself, I'm always hesitant when a rocker adds so much synth, but he fleshes out all the electronic noises so they sound like distinct instruments, not just background coverup noise. The album opens with "Out of the Blue" which is furious and fun. "4 Chords of the Apocalypse" is maybe the best song title I've ever heard (and the music matches). "11th Dimension" is the single, and it's a perfect pop song. My favorite is "Ludlow St.," a drunken ode to NYC, with the best lyric of the year, and the theme of my unfortunate sober January: "Everything seems to go wrong when I stop drinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Albums%202009/Monsters%20of%20Folk.zip"&gt;Monsters of Folk - Monsters of Folk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to warm up to this record. When some of your favorite musicians go all "Traveling Wilburys" on you, expectations soar. And when they don't hit that mark exactly as you had imagined, you can go cold quickly. Jim James, M. Ward, Conor Oberst and Mike Mogis had been hyping this projects for years, and I got too excited about it. So when it came out and proved to be a thoughtful, roots-rock LP, and not a mind bending, pop-soaked greatest hits album, I was thrown off. But after proper vetting, I realized what an awesome record I had on my hands. It's simultaneously familiar sounding and off the wall: "Dear God" is gospel mixed with 90's R&amp;B, "Say Please" is classic rock mixed with alt-country; "Losin Yo Head" is punk mixed with britpop. There's slow folksy wannabe cowboy-ballads ("Man Named Truth") and uptempo and silly melodies somehow fleshed out into full songs ("Goodway"). And there's the epic closer "His Master's Voice," my personal favorite. But through all the genre-bending, the distinctive sounds of Jim, Matt, Conor and Mike shine through both individually, and in how well they know each other and work together. And that's how a supergroup should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Albums%202009/Born%20on%20Flag%20Day.zip"&gt;Deer Tick - Born on Flag Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Brian Williams love these guys. For some people, they're hit or miss. But BriWi and I know what's up. There's a distinctive sound to Deer Tick, that mostly comes from the lead singer John's gravely growl. I like to call it hungover folk; quick, loud, rough with a tinge of anger and pain. Fingerpicking guitars and strong basslines dominate the tracks, from the appropriate opening song "Easy," to the slower "Hell on Earth." Some sound like 50's prom music ("Stung," "Smith Hill"), others like country-fried breakup songs ("Little White Lies," "Ghost"). And then there's the most fun song they have, "Straight Into A Storm" which is a Chuck Berry rocker with some impressive throwback guitar rock. These guys should have a bright future in the indie scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/39125/Music/Top%20Albums%202009/My%20Old%2C%20Familiar%20Friend.zip"&gt;Brendan Benson - My Old, Familiar Friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing you a curveball, I know. You probably didn't hear about this album. Just trust me on this one. Brendan, as I've said before, is the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;other guy&lt;/span&gt; in The Raconteurs; the one who's not Jack White. But I promise you, once you listen to this record, you'll realize how much influence he has on Jack and on that band. Brendan is a pop craftsman in the tradition of Paul McCartney, Pete Townsend, Tom Petty, Billy Joel, and even Ryan Adams. Every song grabs from from the beginning, and you're aching to hear the chorus. The verses remain interesting and not too long. The middle eight, or the bridge, is the perfect buildup to the climax. And there are layers to every song. The first time, you listen for the hook. Then the lyrics. Then the instrumentation. Then you go back and head something you missed. And so on. This album is what I love about pop music, and very well defines my ideal style. Listen to every track, I'm not going to name the good ones; they're all so fucking great. That's why I listened to this record more than any other his past year, and recommend it to you as the best album of 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-320969505184743151?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/320969505184743151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=320969505184743151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/320969505184743151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/320969505184743151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/12/best-of-2009-10-albums.html' title='The Best of 2009 - 10 Albums'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-4089501617398371125</id><published>2009-11-12T00:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:15:49.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Playlist: Pop Rock Pitch Meeting</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the hiatus; I've been trying to actually make some kind of career out of writing, so it's been hard to blog when my typing fingers are bleeding from banging out unfunny dialog all night. But I'm back, no more excuses, with free music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I play a game where we pitch new movies using ridiculous parings, i.e. "Its like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jaws &lt;/span&gt;meets &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants&lt;/span&gt;" or "Think &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; with a touch of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/span&gt;." Maybe you have to be there. Regardless, for this crop of pop I have for you, I'm going to try this style as well. Bear with me, it'll work. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Features - Lions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pitch: Kings of Leon meet The Kinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly more sinister, yet at the same time brighter, than KOL. The choral chant on this song will stick in your head for days. iPod commercial fodder for sure, despite the introspective and dark verses. I'm told this is the current Nashville sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fun. - All the Pretty Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pitch: ELO meets musical theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds a little gay, but I don't mean it as in cliché "musicals." It's full of spastic instrumentation and narratives, almost operatic breakdowns, with that Jeff Lynne Beatle-y brightness and catchiness. A second single, "Benson Hedges," may give you more of an idea. My favorite new band, including the guy from The Format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flying Machines - On A Whim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pitch: ELO meets Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, more Jeff Lynne. It's amazingly catchy and spastic, like Fun., but less horns and strings and more guitars and bass. It's got the rock side of Queen and he has a bit of Freddie Mercury in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;disclaimer: &lt;a href="http://didsomebodysaytom.blogspot.com/"&gt;DSST&lt;/a&gt; brings to my attention that they are one of the bands with an NBCU "residency." i had no prior knowledge to this before rocking out to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yeasayer - Ambling Alp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pitch: Cure meets MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipster pop with an 80's sonic structure and a very vulnerable and honest vocal melody. Party in Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Postelles - 123 Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pitch: Elvis Costello meets The Strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young NYC guys, who have Albert from the Strokes producing them, churn our peppy, unapologetic pop. This song is specifically Elvis Costello vocally and with its staccato guitar and bass.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mason Jennings - Ain't No Friend Of Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pitch: The Black Keys meet Beck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is as straightforward as the pitch; dirty simple blues with syncopated vocals. Throughly bad-ass, especially for the arpeggio breakdown.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson - Buriedfed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pitch: Bon Iver meets Conor Oberst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quote country-fried, but definitely cold-weather sounding. It's got a rambling and depressing story, with a slow buildup into a full on barn-burner. By the end, you're caught up in some fast and drunk party around a bonfire in the woods.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Explorers Club - Don't Forget the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pitch: The Beach Boys meet, well, the Beach Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but adoration for Brian Wilson here. No other influence but Surfs Up and Endless Summer here. But, they do a great job at it, even miming Mike Love's lead vocals. All original songs, but they sound like covers. Which is a good thing. More proof in another single "Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-4089501617398371125?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/4089501617398371125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=4089501617398371125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/4089501617398371125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/4089501617398371125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/11/playlist-pop-pitch-meeting.html' title='Playlist: Pop Rock Pitch Meeting'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-6691410406804009734</id><published>2009-10-20T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:16:18.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day 10/20/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sloan - Take It Upon Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song. It's a light, lo-fi pop song by Sloan, the Canadian Oasis. Seriously, they're huge up North. Even bigger than Barenaked Ladies. Which, as we all well know, is a huge deal. I really liked their 2006 single "Who Taught You To Live Like That?" and the album it comes from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Never Hear The End of It&lt;/span&gt; was very ELO-esque. But this song is nothing like that; it's like a throwback to the 90's when they were throwingback to the 60's. Woh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-6691410406804009734?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/6691410406804009734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=6691410406804009734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/6691410406804009734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/6691410406804009734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/10/song-of-day-102009.html' title='Song of the Day 10/20/09'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-7735702601466648684</id><published>2009-10-08T01:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:42:11.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Playlist: The Music of Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Pics/Fall%20Building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 515px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Pics/Fall%20Building.jpg" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Football is dominating my weekends; I start to sweat less waiting for the subway; my favorite dive bars and restaurants are busier with NYU undergrads; new TV shows capture my nights; and I begin to terribly underpack when I go out to CT or up to Boston. It's that time of year. And with it, a few songs that just feel like Fall. Some sound like tailgating with a cold beer in iced-through hands, others remind me of that punch-to-the-gut dread when you know you forgot to do your homework. Still others convey the reds, browns and oranges of this time of year. But mostly, they are just songs that I first got into, or first meant something to me, around this time of year in my past. Will they mean the same to you? Maybe not, but each does have a undeniably "Autumn" tone. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grateful Dead - Box Of Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this is the single most exemplary Fall song. Obvious rain comparisons aside, it sounds of those autumn colors, it's at a tempo of calmness, and bleeds that self-reflection that comes from watching leaves fall and walking with your hands stuffed in your coat for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Steely Dan - My Old School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title and lyrics of this one bring this one to the list. But the music, from the marching-band horns (especially with syncopation in the breakdown middle-eight and outro), to the crunchy guitar that sounds like it's being played by a guy wearing a turtleneck, and the simple piano driving some kind of narrative flashback, firmly plant it in September for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ben Folds Five - Barrytown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF5 are one of my favorite bands, and got me through a lot during college. I know this is a Steely Dan cover, and trust me, there are plenty of Ben's songs that could fit here, but "Barrytown" is a snapshot of the trio as they were breaking up, and being their last recording together, it sounds somber and very settled. It's sad, but confident. It's like watching nature slowly die off and hibernate for the impending winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ryan Adams - Goodnight Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City Autumns are a whole different beast compared to those in New England, where I grew up and went to college. Here, it gets very blustery and cold almost overnight, and since you don't have the turning trees to show the transition, one can assume it's Winter before Fall even begins. But you have to enjoy Fall, let go of Summer, and prepare for the Winter. This song is off Ryan's 2007 album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Easy Tiger&lt;/span&gt; and reminds me of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bright Eyes - Four Winds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roots-rock abstract-narrative full of fiddles, mandolins, organs, dobros, banjos, harmonicas, washboards and acoustic guitars. It sounds like a barn. A party in a barn. Catchy as hell, and fits a drive through the countryside when the leaves are at their peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Counting Crows - Rain King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing it way back. This reminds me of high school. Actually,  I'm pretty sure all Counting Crows songs remind me of the fall, or at most the winter. But this one feels like a Saturday afternoon when it's still warm enough to relax outside, but you're not sweating, and you're wearing you've got your brand new Football or Rugby sweatshirt on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another high school song, with no apparent correlation to Fall other than it's the song I always wanted to play in my band, and we usually started practicing again more once school started. Also, fall of sophomore year was when I set up my parents HiFi for the first time, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Changes&lt;/span&gt; was the album of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oasis - She's Electric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last throwback to HS. What white teenage male from the suburbs didn't worship Oasis in the late 90's? Like the Counting Crows, I could have put any song by the Gallagher brothers on here. But "She's Electric," because of the Harrison-esque guitar playing, makes it on the list. Which is a perfect segue into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;George Harrison - Wah-Wah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a Paul fan, and have had undeniable John love too. But not until I was well into my 20's did I get deep into Paul or John's solo material. George, however, I knew right away. To the uninitiated, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All Things Must Pass&lt;/span&gt; is George's first solo record, released less than a year after The Beatles broke up. It's an opus, chock full of amazing songs that he had been storing up for years; ones Lennon/McCartney wouldn't let him put on the albums. Why does it remind me of Fall? Mostly because of the &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8e/All_Things_Must_Pass.jpg"&gt;album art&lt;/a&gt;. But because of that, the music followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Steve Earle - City Of Immigrants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the one song on this list I will probably introduce you too. Steve's a country singer who's had his share of problems with the needle, the law, and women (married 7 times). You may know him as Waylon from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt;. Here's a song about his adopted home of New York City, with a perfect world-music feel to fit his roots sensibility. I got into this song in the fall of '07 and didn't stop listening to it until the Giants won the Super Bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KISS - Back In the New York Groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because then I had to listen to this song. This is the New York Football Giant's touchdown song. So if you're playing along at home, it's Autumn, so football, so the Giants, so KISS. I know, it all makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kings of Leon - Revelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my personal favorite song by the Followills off &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Only By The Night&lt;/span&gt;. It's spacey in a late night, cold, Fall in the City kind of way. You know what I'm talking about: the night when you're walking home alone from the bar at 3AM, maybe not quite as drunk as your friends were, but content. You huddle into your coat collar, walk tight and a little quicker than usual, and smile devilishly knowing that despite everything else that may be tough, you're young and having the time of your life. Or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-7735702601466648684?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/7735702601466648684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=7735702601466648684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/7735702601466648684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/7735702601466648684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/10/playlist-fall.html' title='Playlist: The Music of Fall'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-2046231783945187397</id><published>2009-09-29T11:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:43:29.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Shitty Beatles? They suck.</title><content type='html'>So Julian Casablancas, the lanky misanthropic lead singer and songwriter for the Strokes is putting out a solo record, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Phrazes for the Young&lt;/span&gt; on October 19th. The first single is "11th Dimension" and it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it sounds like a remix of a song from the second half of The Strokes' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;First Impressions of Earth&lt;/span&gt;, as if someone stripped the vocals and layed under them some hipster techno. But hey, its kinda growing on me. We'll see how the rest of the album turns out in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and as for the post title, it's obviously from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wayne's World&lt;/span&gt;, but The Strokes used to play secret NYC gigs as the Shitty Beatles once they became popular. Also, countdown to the arrival of the Mono Box Set has begun, so I'm keeping it all tied together. SYNERGY!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-2046231783945187397?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/2046231783945187397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=2046231783945187397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/2046231783945187397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/2046231783945187397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/shitty-beatles-they-suck.html' title='The Shitty Beatles? They suck.'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-5406284788817810203</id><published>2009-09-28T12:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:10:47.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow Never Knows: How I Won The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Pics/beatles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Pics/beatles.jpg" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So over at &lt;a href="http://flavorwire.com/"&gt;Flavorwire &lt;/a&gt;(which is an awesome blog, pop-culture/design stories, check it out), they held a contest. Normally, I'm not one for online, comments based feats of strength, but they had me in the first line: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Win The Beatles’ Limited-Edition Mono Box Set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially hooked. The stereo box set is what I had my sights on, being cheaper and more of the familiar tunes I loved, but even then, and I'd probably have to not eat for a few days so I could afford it. But the mono? That retails at a whopping $270 bucks. And it doesn't include Yellow Submarine, Abbey Road or Let It Be. But I wanted it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;badly. Mono is how those albums were recorded and meant to be heard. I want to go to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the contest was "leave a comment explaining which Beatles song you’re most excited to hear in mono, and why." Here's the wordy, self-referential answer I submitted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For a Beatles fanatic like me, there is really only one answer: Tomorrow Never Knows. Yes, I know; it's aural-apocalypse seems more fitting for the endless duality of stereo. But it was originally recorded in mono. It was originally mixed in mono. It was originally dreamt up, most likely in one of John Lennon's nightmares, to be heard in mono. And the fact that the song succeeds at being so sonically complex and full, while being in mono, is why I'm so excited to hear it in it's true form. It makes you feel like angels of death are swooping right next to your head, in mono. It jumps your heart to follow Ringo's chasing beat, in mono. And you fear what can only be assumed is the sound of the afterlife, in mono. Not a bad feat for a song with only one chord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I won. Got the email this morning. They're mailing it to me today. Is this real life? I can eat this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-5406284788817810203?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/5406284788817810203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=5406284788817810203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/5406284788817810203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/5406284788817810203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/tomorrow-never-knows-how-i-won-beatles.html' title='Tomorrow Never Knows: How I Won The Beatles'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-6879307273548644250</id><published>2009-09-22T12:25:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:07:37.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Playlist: September 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Pics/Tim%20Juke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 481px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Pics/Tim%20Juke.jpg" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been so long since I've done a monthly playlist, I felt I owed it to you. So here's a fine selection of tunes to finish off your September. New and old, urban and rural, 'Mericans and Limeys, side projects and comebacks, solos and duets; it's a full spectrum of awesome. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monsters of Folk - Losin' Yo Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indie rock supergroup released their first original album this week, and after a few run-through listens, here's the single that pops out at me. It's upbeat, full sounding, and raucous with a great melody. Jim James takes the lead vocals on this one while M.Ward, Conor Oberst and Mike Mogis back him up with a bar band sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pearl Jam - Speed of Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, E.V. &amp; Co. did not cover a Coldplay song (thank god). They did however released a new album, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Backspacer&lt;/span&gt;, this week as well. "The Fixer" is the typical rockin' single, but I think this is the best, and most surprising track. It's a down-tempo, anthematic, Nashville-style shuffle. Mature but not cheesy; this isn't like a latter-day Eagles track, it has a certain amount of gravitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jay-Z - Empire State of Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, I am not a hip-hop fan. I don't try to be, and I certainly shy away from saying anything authoritative about it. But, this song fuckin' rules. Great hook. Here's the download after I YouTube teased you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Artic Monkeys - Crying Lightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say I love the newest album by these young Brits, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Humbug&lt;/span&gt;, but I do quite fancy this song. The whole EP was produced by Josh Homme, Mr. Queens of the Stone Age himself. As a result, much of the Monkey's signature brit-pop sound is replaced with a laid-back stoner-rock vibe...only with English accents. Which is odd. But this is the best of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pete Yorn &amp; Scarlett Johansson - I Don't Know What To Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already given you the lead single off their &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Break Up&lt;/span&gt; record, "Relator,"  but I couldn't let you leave without hearing this great track. A dreamy roots rock duet with a set of realistic lyrics; one of those half break-up, half make-up songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Replacements - Seen Your Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting DC, my cousin brought be into his world where they listen to the Replacements all weekend (it's pretty awesome). This timeless rocker is a response to the superficiality of MTV at the time (the mid to late 80's). An extended yet tight rock instrumental with a few shouted lyrics is unpalatable to a video crowd, but perfect on vinyl and for an army of indie-punks. The Hold Steady certainly took a big listen to these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Swingin' Medallions - Double Shot of My Baby's Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song on Hawaiian oldie's radio, but at first I thought it was some kind of 90's novelty song. It sounds decidedly Stax, but with background sounds of a frat party, and lyrics like "She loved me so long and she loved me so hard/I finally passed out in her front yard" it didn't sound like something that could have seriously come from the 60's. But there it is, a real R&amp;B song, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Talking Heads - Right Start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a drunken night/early morning of friends surfing my iTunes and looking for something to dance to, my buddy exclaimed "Where the hell is all your Talking Heads?" And I had no good answer. Sure, I had &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stop Making Sense&lt;/span&gt;, but I did not have anything further. So I dug deep into their discography the next day, finding a re-issue of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Remain in Light&lt;/span&gt;. Not only did it have the usual track listing, but it featured a few studio outtakes, including this one of "Once In A Lifetime." It's an early jam establishing that thumping bass and sonic atmosphere, but with a funky guitar line replacing the lyrics. It's a badass groove in this incarnation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-6879307273548644250?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/6879307273548644250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=6879307273548644250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/6879307273548644250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/6879307273548644250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/playlist-september-2009.html' title='Playlist: September 2009'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-3401978767791112128</id><published>2009-09-21T14:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:10:25.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondie'/><title type='text'>Tabula Rasa</title><content type='html'>I finally kicked Blondie out, and helped her set up her own blog, so I could have mine back. Check it out: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamblondie.blogspot.com/"&gt;iamblondie.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm going to try to steer this space back to it's roots: my photography, recommended music, and strange tales of living in the City. So hopefully tomorrow I can get you some of all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, enjoy this Song of the Day. It took me going to Hawaii and DC to get into a hometown anthem, but Jay-Z's new single "Empire State of Mind" is just fuckin' great. I missed NYC a whole helluva lot, and it's great to be back in the City with the Giants rolling and Fall just beginning to hit. I'm not a hip-hop guy at all (shocking, I know), but I can't argue against a pop gem because of genre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="465" height="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bm61weFrK4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bm61weFrK4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="465" height="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-3401978767791112128?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/3401978767791112128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=3401978767791112128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/3401978767791112128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/3401978767791112128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/tabula-rasa.html' title='Tabula Rasa'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-8926471698869957481</id><published>2009-09-20T13:52:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:06:36.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondie'/><title type='text'>Blondie Gets Her Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Holly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This will be my last guest post on the MNLJ.  I am embarking on my own blog, something I never thought I would enjoy until the MNLJ made me do this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights to come in order of appearance: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Final Days Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Month or two of severe seasonal depression when I leave this tropical paradise.&lt;/span&gt; Location: New Haven, CT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BC/Notre Dame Game in Chicago:&lt;/span&gt; Sequel to Lindsay &amp; Conor’s wedding??  I sure hope so because we all had a feeling that that night was a good, good night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Costa Rica:&lt;/span&gt; MNLJ &amp; I are jet-set there in November for close friend Liza’s wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Becca &amp; Steve’s First Hosting of a Family Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; in HOTlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gus:  I am getting a puppy after Thanksgiving.  He will be a pug and he will be awesome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hklRvF98qHA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hklRvF98qHA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COMING SOON: &lt;a href="http://iamblondie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://iamblondie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-8926471698869957481?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/8926471698869957481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=8926471698869957481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/8926471698869957481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/8926471698869957481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/blondie-gets-her-own.html' title='Blondie Gets Her Own'/><author><name>Blondie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-1987925914621785515</id><published>2009-09-16T00:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:45:17.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondie'/><title type='text'>Blonde and Dangerous</title><content type='html'>Day 5:&lt;br /&gt;Without the MNLJ around, I haven’t been hitting the booze much (we drank for 16 days straight so this hiatus is welcomed with open arms) which means I am able to do things on Sunday morning that involve physical activity.  Things I wouldn’t even fathom doing back East after say, a 7AM night at Mona’s like the MNLJ had on Saturday night…he was in bed after me WITH the 6 hour time change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this fine Sunday I decided it was time to run the Ke Ala Hele Makalae Path.  It is 4.1 miles from end to end so 8.2 if you go there and back.  The path wraps around the ‘Coconut Coast’ which comprises the Eastern shore of Kauai.  I woke up to the roosters cooing at 6:20 AM, had a delightful bowl of yogurt with papaya &amp;amp; honey-roasted macadamia nuts, hopped in the ‘stang and hit the road.   With Bob Marley resonating from my car’s dope sound system and my blonde pony blowing in the wind, I drove 20 miles to the head of the trail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/run.jpg" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;i&gt;the beautiful beginning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few noteworthy things happened during this epic undertaking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I was off to a great start.  This was by far the most beautiful and breathtaking run I had ever been on.  Winding turns brought me around and through private beaches and I got a front row view of many ridiculous ocean-front mansions.  I was thinking to myself, is this what running is like in Heaven?  I felt like I was floating, light as a feather….until I realized that the floating feeling was more like light-headedness and that I no longer was in Heaven, I was overheating, much like you would do if you were running in Hell.  Luckily I was hitting mile 4 which brought me back to my car where I dumped a Nalgene’s worth of H20 over my head,.  I proceeded to drink another full Nalgene while contemplating quitting but put my best (left) foot forward and carried on for the 2nd half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Along the way I passed signs like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;i&gt;watch out!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson here:  When rocks are falling, dance like Blondie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/blondie%20dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 451px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/blondie%20dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;i&gt;you can also yell out a woo or two&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I also saw things like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;i&gt;just your average hawaiian sitting in a tree, not an unusual sighting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) And to top it off I saw this around mile 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/trailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/trailer.jpg" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why this is a noteworthy spotting…a trailer with the word Unlimited on the side??  Well the humor here is that this was my office for the past 5 weeks.  It was towed from the St. Regis parking lot on Friday (an eye-sore such as this is no longer welcome on the property – hotshots from Starwood ordered it gone before the employees started).  I have noticed that the Hawaiian culture is not one of urgency so my guess is that the tow driver decided to stop for a surf and never picked it back up.  Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I trekked on in the 88 degree blazing sun for the final 2 miles, passing many a bikers, joggers, and walkers, most of whom offered up an “aloha”.   I leave you with a final victory fist pump back at the ‘stang.  I lived to tell the story of the 8.2 mile journey along the Ke Ala Hele Makalae Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/blondie%20run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/blondie%20run.jpg" border="0" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;i&gt;shortly before this picture was taken, a dread-locked hippie by the name of judah introduced himself to me and asked in a pot-induced haze if my car was fast. when I replied ‘yes’ he said “coooool, see you around” and kept on walking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahalo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-1987925914621785515?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/1987925914621785515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=1987925914621785515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/1987925914621785515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/1987925914621785515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/blonde-and-dangerous.html' title='Blonde and Dangerous'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-8043733010629597460</id><published>2009-09-14T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:48:09.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondie'/><title type='text'>Guest Post: Blondie Tells Her Side</title><content type='html'>Blondie here, making my first guest appearance on the MNLJ show.  It has been 4 days since the MNLJ left and besides crying myself to sleep every night, I have been quite busy.  Since he did a fantastic job documenting our lovely 2 weeks in Paradise together, I will not bother recapping any of it.  So below is an update of what I have been up to sans the MNLJ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Wept in bed all day…didn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, you get the gist.  &lt;br /&gt;PYSCH!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 6 am, ran 7 miles, went to work, yelled at a bunch of people, hit the beach for a sunset swim, made myself a tropical burger and retired to episode 1 of My So Called Life (MSCL) on Hulu.  I forgot how phenomenal that show was: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nycblog.citysearch.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/10/29/mysocalledlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://nycblog.citysearch.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/10/29/mysocalledlife.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jordan catalano is so dreamy. i forgot how much i loved early 90’s plaid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip to Day 4: &lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I took a trip to the Hanalei Farmer’s Market.  How I love fresh fruit and veggies. These beautiful pink things are called Dragon Fruit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/dragonfruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/dragonfruit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/bananas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/bananas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling up my satchel I headed into work for a few hours then took a drive to one of my favorite beaches and spent the afternoon swimming/sunbathing.  Came home to a big fresh salad and retired to episode 2 of MSCL, drooling over Jordan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Studio/3570/jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Studio/3570/jordan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yum again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second guest appearance will be featured tomorrow. Mahalo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-8043733010629597460?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/8043733010629597460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=8043733010629597460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/8043733010629597460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/8043733010629597460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/guest-post-blondie-tells-her-side.html' title='Guest Post: Blondie Tells Her Side'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-5080819970532609941</id><published>2009-09-10T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:37:21.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><title type='text'>Come Back Home</title><content type='html'>Ah, back in the City. Quite a long flight home, made only longer by President Obama; apparently, no planes can take-off or land in NYC when he's in town. So while he was paying tribute to Cronkite, I was in the air reading SkyMall for the 3rd time. Speaking of, I ordered this awesome speaker set that looks like boulders. Burger's going to love it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2064/2536559097_a25572b30d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 167px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2064/2536559097_a25572b30d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN=CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hey i like rocks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming from gorgeous weather, and having left NYC in the oppressive August humidity, It's fall apparently. I was repeatedly reminded on my way home by all the Facebook status updates: "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OMG totes freezing! where is my cardigan LOL&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i know i complained about the heat, but I miss the summer a lot ;( wahh.&lt;/span&gt;" These are my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss Kaua'i, but I'm glad to be back. Blondie is out there for another 2+ weeks finishing up the ol' Saint Regis, so I'm going to give her a guest blog next. Stay tuned for that gem. But you know what? I am happy it's Fall. Giants Football, BC Football, new TV season, less sweating, not getting looked at weird for wearing jeans all the time, and Thanksgiving: it's going to be mighty fine. I'm putting together a nice early-autumn playlist for you guys, hopefully for next week. Until then, aloha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-5080819970532609941?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/5080819970532609941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=5080819970532609941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/5080819970532609941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/5080819970532609941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/come-back-home.html' title='Come Back Home'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2064/2536559097_a25572b30d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-8557133638826863667</id><published>2009-09-08T15:04:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:16:27.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><title type='text'>Bumped Along</title><content type='html'>One more day in Paradiso. AA overbooked and filled my Monday night flight, so I'm here until tonight. Then I fly into LAX, and from there to JFK, arriving Wednesday evening. Fun Times! I was going to post this last night, but here is a snippet of our last few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went hiking on the Kalalau Trail, which is like 8 miles long if you do the whole thing. We, however, only did the first leg, into a secluded beach where hippies camp out frequently. Despite this, it was gorgeous and did not smell like patchouli oil. The hike wasn't crazy difficult, but it was long and uphill both ways (how does that work?) and definitely not easy. I feel on my ass a few times on the way back down, proving that I am not as outdoors-y as I may have thought (this must be why I was a horrible boyscout, and eventual dropout):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Red%20Mud.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Red%20Mud.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it was worth it for views like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Hike%20View%201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Hike%20View%201.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Hike%20View%202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Hike%20View%202.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And despite this warning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Hike%20Warning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Hike%20Warning.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had some fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Red%20and%20Waterfall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Red%20and%20Waterfall.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to top it all off, Blondie and I went to our favorite sushi place (and home of the as yet to be named "best Mai Tai") Hanalei Dolphin. And much to my chagrin, she finally got me to wear the Hawaiian shirt she bought me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Holly%20Red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Holly%20Red.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oh god, please take my eyes, but not the shirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a riot of a time. I'll do a bunch of recaps and reflections from the road/home. But one more thing before I start my return home; something of particular interest to me. I've been eating it on sandwiches the whole time, but I just noticed that Hellman's (the ONLY kind of mayonnaise) is called "Best Food" out here. Weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Mayo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Mayo.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-8557133638826863667?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/8557133638826863667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=8557133638826863667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/8557133638826863667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/8557133638826863667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/bumped-along.html' title='Bumped Along'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-4618510221324215115</id><published>2009-09-04T14:27:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:10:40.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Labor Day Music Giveaway! Act Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Beach%20Thing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Beach%20Thing.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a quick post with some Labor Day music for you, to enjoy on your long weekend. I gotta get this out fast since it's past 1PM there and I know most of you are leaving work soon (lucky basterds. oh wait, nevermind; I forgot where I was). It's a mix of songs that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; this past summer to me. Pete Yorn, Wilco, Deer Tick, and some others to rock your last weekend. Get after it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Very Best - Warm Heart of Africa&lt;br /&gt;Real Afro-pop. Yes, the Vampire Weekend guy sings on it too, don't worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dirty Projectors - Stillness is The Move&lt;br /&gt;A funky, off beat, bop song. Sunset music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer Tick - Straight into a Storm&lt;br /&gt;Throwback 1950's 12-bar rock n' roll that sounds like your buddy's band drunkenly playing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion Pit - Seaweed Song&lt;br /&gt;I still don't love these guys, but this song has that endless summer feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilco - You Never Know&lt;br /&gt;Best song of the summer. Feels like you've known this rock song forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilco - Sonny Feeling&lt;br /&gt;More nostalgic rock with another Travelling Wilburys-esque solo. But different, and great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete Yorn - Last Summer&lt;br /&gt;As overproduced as Pete will ever sound, but it works. Has a 80's teen movie vibe to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete Yorn - Rooftop&lt;br /&gt;Blondie loves this song. Makes the summer in NYC seem like you should have stuck around for it instead of going to the goddamn Hamptons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete Yorn (with Scarlett J) - Relator&lt;br /&gt;The fuzzy guitar, upbeat tempo, and sexy/humid lyrics sound like a hot August day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Benson - Poised and Ready&lt;br /&gt;Fast Paced and urgent. Drive to it. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Benson - Eyes on the Horizon&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Costello meets the Raconteurs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-4618510221324215115?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/4618510221324215115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=4618510221324215115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/4618510221324215115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/4618510221324215115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/labor-day-music-giveaway-act-now.html' title='Labor Day Music Giveaway! Act Now!'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-7148945008736311372</id><published>2009-09-03T15:46:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:26:23.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><title type='text'>Helicopter Hangover</title><content type='html'>For my birthday, Blondie gifted me a helicopter ride over Kaua'i on the nicest fleet of choppers this island has to offer (Blue Hawaiian, PLUG!). It was yesterday. I was nervous. I'm not a huge fan of heights; it's not a crazy phobia by any means, but I prefer to stay closer to Mother Earth if given the option. But there's really only one way to see most of this island, which is only 15% inhabited and reachable by road; on a whirlybird (lets see how many other nicknames for helicopter I can fit in here). So I went off to Lihue to board the craft, which I was assured is the safest, newest, and most green of all available: the Eco-Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Chopper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Chopper.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on, and were given a flotation device in a fanny-pack. Because you know, if you fall out of an autogiro into the water, you'd want a place to store your chapstick and small change. Then, a headset, so I could listen to the Hungarian family on board with me translate everything our pilot/tour guide pointed out to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Red%20in%20Chopper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Red%20in%20Chopper.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nézd meg a vízesés!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took off, and it was thrilling. Giros fly at that height where everything below looks like a train set miniature. So it's quite surreal. Also, they're turbulent as hell. We were all over the place. But it was all worth it for views like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Chopper%20View%202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Chopper%20View%202.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Chopper%20View%201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Chopper%20View%201.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was all going great, until about 40 min into the flight. I started to feel, well, hungover. Really hungover. Not just "oh my god I drank so much last night you guys" hungover, but "is this the swine flu, and why is there a goat in the bathroom" hungover. I started to sweat, then get chilly. I felt a balloon start to inflate inside my head. I got the pre-hurl feeling in my throat. I reached for the thankfully provided barf bag. I opened it up, and prepared for the worst. And then...we landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Red%20and%20Chopper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Red%20and%20Chopper.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vomit averted. mission accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a one in a lifetime thrill (I'll post more pics, especially the ones from my film camera, on Flickr soon). I cant say I'd rush to do it again; but given some time to let this nausea pass in full, I'd give it another go. Maybe with Blondie this time. Though I'd hate to hurl on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-7148945008736311372?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/7148945008736311372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=7148945008736311372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/7148945008736311372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/7148945008736311372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/helicopter-hangover.html' title='Helicopter Hangover'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-7934179030513850954</id><published>2009-09-01T15:52:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:08:51.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><title type='text'>Questions Answered</title><content type='html'>1) What time is it there?&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:18AM on Monday August 29th, give or take, depending upon Daylight Savings. Kidding, we're 6 hours behind you on the East Coast. So if it's noon in NYC, its 6AM here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Whats the weather like?&lt;br /&gt;It rains every night, finishes by about 8AM, then its 85 all day. But it's not too hot, because there's a very pleasant humidity in the air. Not the North East humidity that makes you feel like you're covered in latex, but a cooling, healthy humidity. It also sets us up for the best sunsets I've ever seen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Sunset.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What's with the roosters? &lt;br /&gt;Apparently, a big hurricane in 1992 hit Kaua'i directly, and it broke open a ton of chicken coops. They escaped, eventually became wild, and with no natural predator, they flourished. Some say that they may have come from cock-fighting roosters, which is why they are so resilient in the wild. Like this guy, who I assume is Little Yerry's cousin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Rooster%202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Rooster%202.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How is it going?&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Pretty, pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Have you learned to surf yet?&lt;br /&gt;No. It's kind of expensive actually. Still debating if it's going to happen, since I'll most likely not even be able to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Red%20Waves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265.2px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Red%20Waves.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you had poi yet?&lt;br /&gt;No! We can't find it on any menu. It's crazy. I might have to buy a bag of it from the grocery store and make it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What's in a Mai Tai?&lt;br /&gt;It varies. But usually:  light rum, a dark rum floater, orange curaçao, pineapple/orange/guava juice, and a pineapple/maraschino cherry garnish. Sun and sand are optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Mai%20Tai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height:350px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Mai%20Tai.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) How are the scripts coming?&lt;br /&gt;What are you, my editor? Lay off; they're coming along fine, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How's Blondie doing at work?&lt;br /&gt;She's killing it. I get to listen to her yell at people every morning on conference calls. Don't mess with her installations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) When are you coming back?&lt;br /&gt;Never. And by that I mean next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Holly%20and%20Red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Holly%20and%20Red.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is that a tan? no, i guess not. but it's close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-7934179030513850954?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/7934179030513850954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=7934179030513850954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/7934179030513850954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/7934179030513850954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/09/questions-answered.html' title='Questions Answered'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156019898100415308.post-4902399502981160995</id><published>2009-08-31T19:51:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:36:41.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><title type='text'>Week 2 - Now With More Mai Tais!</title><content type='html'>Well gosh darnit, I sure hope you had a great weekend. Blondie and I did indeed. We went Kayaking along the Wailua River, which was gorgeous. They filmed some scenes from Jurassic Park there. We swam under a waterfall too; something I can honestly say I've never done before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Waterfall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Waterfall.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;watch out for the raptors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had some real-ass Hawaiian Pizza Pie. It was scrumtralescent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Pizza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Pizza.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of pineapple, we've had a ton of Mai Tais lately. We had so many on Sunday night, that Monday was kind of a wash. I call it an Island Hangover. We were up, it was gorgeous, Blondie worked and I did some errands, but we were both zombies in the sun. We napped twice and didn't do much but eat. So I apologize for this Monday blog post being yours on Tuesday. It's hard to lift your fingers when you're staring at a beautiful landscape with a cloudy mind and have nothing to do but relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've begun try one at every place we visit, and rate them. We're not quite done with our findings, but here is how, in graph form, it's generally going:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Mai%20Tai%20Graph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/39125/Hawaii%20Pics/Mai%20Tai%20Graph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We'll have a full report later, depending upon how drunk we get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156019898100415308-4902399502981160995?l=www.themidnightlumberjack.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/feeds/4902399502981160995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7156019898100415308&amp;postID=4902399502981160995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/4902399502981160995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156019898100415308/posts/default/4902399502981160995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.themidnightlumberjack.com/2009/08/week-2-now-with-more-mai-tais.html' title='Week 2 - Now With More Mai Tais!'/><author><name>The Midnight Lumberjack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112632556027943412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iJuPfX2JsbE/Srfk1bZuI9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/gptGiiWLvZg/s1600-R/MNLJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
