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&quot;you say party we say die&quot; opportunity album record review music yspwsd canadian'/><category term='clip'/><category term='black jettas'/><category term='radiohead'/><category term='electrelane please come back'/><category term='the night starts here'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='you only live once'/><category term='gallery'/><category term='pj harvey black hearted love'/><category term='mistake'/><category term='four legged tennis freak girl'/><category term='cover'/><category term='best'/><category term='hair cut'/><category term='born secular'/><category term='&quot;whatever makes you happy&quot; &quot;whatever you want&quot;'/><category term='homemade'/><category term='rejected'/><category term='fast'/><category term='hello love'/><category term='song'/><category term='gypsies'/><category term='artsy'/><category term='spin'/><category term='photos'/><category term='jenny lewis'/><category term='bernini'/><category term='ima robot'/><category term='hipsters'/><category term='honesty'/><category term='keys to being good'/><category term='band'/><category term='shame'/><category term='secret show'/><category term='dummies'/><category term='steve jobs'/><category term='metric gimme sympathy'/><category term='deaf'/><category term='wolfmother'/><category term='st vincent actor out of work video'/><category term='women vaseline'/><category term='james murphy'/><category term='dun dun dun'/><category term='gross'/><category term='albums'/><category term='vs'/><category term='freaky sun dude'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='young folks'/><category term='poser'/><category term='Evelyn Glennie'/><category term='acid tongue'/><category term='the death'/><category term='soap'/><category term='bowl'/><category term='best of 2007'/><category term='records'/><category term='lily allen'/><category term='stars'/><category term='muse is the best band in the world'/><category term='justice'/><category term='videos'/><category term='music'/><category term='indie'/><category term='happy'/><category term='nouvelle vague bande a part dance with me'/><category term='andrew bird'/><category term='book'/><category term='rilo kiley'/><category term='lcd soundsystem'/><category term='life'/><category term='klaxons'/><category term='arcade fire'/><category term='video of the year'/><category term='day'/><category term='future of dance'/><category term='postsecret'/><category term='in our bedroom after the war'/><category term='food'/><category term='wake up'/><category term='give and take'/><category term='listen'/><category term='the strokes'/><category term='ever'/><category term='burrito'/><category term='brandon flowers'/><category term='att'/><category term='brat'/><category term='internet 1993 these things share my passion future'/><category term='kfc'/><category term='i like turtles'/><category term='if you fail we all fail'/><title type='text'>Pop Culture Smack Talk</title><subtitle type='html'>what the eff?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-1009917996304684413</id><published>2009-08-12T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:35:54.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pj harvey black hearted love'/><title type='text'>PJ Harvey - Black Hearted Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWrfLhX964I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWrfLhX964I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;If I have a daughter, I'm going to name her Polly.  Isn't this like the best video ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-1009917996304684413?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1009917996304684413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1009917996304684413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1009917996304684413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1009917996304684413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/08/pj-harvey-black-hearted-love.html' title='PJ Harvey - Black Hearted Love'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-6351343545758302482</id><published>2009-08-01T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:54:21.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART IDA MARIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51O2XASpU6L._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51O2XASpU6L._SS400_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like I already know what my favorite album and artist will be for 2009.  It's fuckin' Norwegian rock sensation Ida Maria.  I really haven't felt so strong about a female singer since maybe Kate Nash last year.  In fact, I like to think Ida is kinda like a rawer, sexier, alcoholic version of Nash.  I think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4TN2sgxvLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/J4TN2sgxvLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queen of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisky please, I need some Whisky please&lt;br /&gt;So bring me conciosness&lt;br /&gt;And kill my innocence&lt;br /&gt;Please lay your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;Lead me in the dance&lt;br /&gt;Give me no chance to reconsider, reconsider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Queen of the world&lt;br /&gt;I bump into things&lt;br /&gt;I spin around in circles&lt;br /&gt;And I'm singing, and I'm singing I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I stay like this?&lt;br /&gt;Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me be young&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay, please&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me stay like this ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me home&lt;br /&gt;I've got no plans for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I've got no plans for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I got no plans insight&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'm free this week&lt;br /&gt;I'm free this month&lt;br /&gt;I lonely, lonely this year&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely forever&lt;br /&gt;But today, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Queen of the world&lt;br /&gt;I bump into things&lt;br /&gt;I spin around in circles&lt;br /&gt;And I'm singing, and I'm singing I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I stay like this?&lt;br /&gt;Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me be young&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay, please&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me stay like this ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm singing, I'm singing I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Queen of the world&lt;br /&gt;I bump into things&lt;br /&gt;I spin around in circles&lt;br /&gt;And I'm singing, and I'm singing I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I stay like this?&lt;br /&gt;Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be young&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay, please&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me stay like this ohhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-6351343545758302482?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6351343545758302482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=6351343545758302482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6351343545758302482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6351343545758302482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-heart-ida-maria.html' title='I HEART IDA MARIA'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-7111754414712228800</id><published>2009-07-20T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:32:22.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conor oberst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jenny lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandon flowers'/><title type='text'>ZOMG!!1!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/SmUZ0XfzUiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZzTF05yfeH4/s1600-h/nyt-coachella09-photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/SmUZ0XfzUiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZzTF05yfeH4/s400/nyt-coachella09-photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360719318905737762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:120px;"&gt;ZOMG!!!1!!111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that.  It's Jenny Lewis with Brandon Flowers and Conor Oberst and his stupid hat at Coachella.  Some NY Times photographer took this.  ZOMG!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7111754414712228800?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7111754414712228800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7111754414712228800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7111754414712228800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7111754414712228800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/07/zomg1.html' title='ZOMG!!1!!'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/SmUZ0XfzUiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ZzTF05yfeH4/s72-c/nyt-coachella09-photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-7156498458168905633</id><published>2009-07-05T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:22:33.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>st vincent - these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="385" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vxQs84FMWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/1vxQs84FMWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out walking&lt;br /&gt;I don't do too much talking these days&lt;br /&gt;These days...&lt;br /&gt;These days I simply think a lot&lt;br /&gt;About the things that I forgot to do&lt;br /&gt;And all the times I had the chance to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped my rambling&lt;br /&gt;I don't do too much gambling these days&lt;br /&gt;These days...&lt;br /&gt;These days I simply think about&lt;br /&gt;How all the changes came about my way&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I'll live to see another highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lover&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll risk another these days&lt;br /&gt;These days...&lt;br /&gt;These days and if I seem to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To live the life that I have made in song&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I've been losing so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I won't do too much scheming these days&lt;br /&gt;These days...&lt;br /&gt;These days I sit on cornerstones&lt;br /&gt;And count the time in quartertones to ten&lt;br /&gt;Please don't confront me with my failures&lt;br /&gt;I have not forgotten them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7156498458168905633?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7156498458168905633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7156498458168905633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7156498458168905633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7156498458168905633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/07/st-vincent-these-days.html' title='st vincent - these days'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-3262848710329189552</id><published>2009-06-30T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:17:16.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rilo kiley b-side</title><content type='html'>i love rilo kiley b-sides.  here's the track off of the moneymaker single called Draggin' Around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/K3TWcXEGDF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/K3TWcXEGDF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=K3TWcXEGDF" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=K3TWcXEGDF" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=K3TWcXEGDF" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=K3TWcXEGDF" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/K3TWcXEGDF/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/rilokiley/music/lVXjT0FR/rilo-kiley-draggin-around-non-album-track/"&gt;Draggin Around (Non-Album Track) - Rilo Kiley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's to all the luck that pours down on me&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the melodies that picked us up off our seats&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the younger ones when they replace me&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the bitterness that keeps the sweet so sweet&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the words that we'll never speak&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all the pretty girls that you're going to meet&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the little lies I tell in my sleep&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the secrets that you're going to keep&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you raise up, raise up your cup?&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough, raise up your cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the company that we used to keep&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the certainty of sickness and sleep&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the death of who we thought we were&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all our kids that'll never be born&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you raise up, raise up your cup?&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm choking up, raise up your cups&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dragging around&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cross and a thorny crown&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And living because you're willing&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being forgiven, thankfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure we've all been perplexed by lost loves and lives we could have lived.  just makes you ponder at the frivolousness of it all.  so why don't you raise up your cup to draggin around?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-3262848710329189552?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3262848710329189552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=3262848710329189552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3262848710329189552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3262848710329189552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/06/rilo-kiley-b-side.html' title='rilo kiley b-side'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-6654509284167308838</id><published>2009-06-11T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:18:20.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metric gimme sympathy'/><title type='text'>i love metric - gimme sympathy</title><content type='html'>hmmm, i think i already wrote about how i love metric a couple years ago.  well, just a quick update.   i still do and this song is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LqldwoDXHKg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LqldwoDXHKg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay with the all unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay away from the hooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the chances we took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're so close to something better left unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're so close to something better left unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can feel it in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gimme sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all this is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who would you rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles or The Rolling Stones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh seriously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're gonna make mistakes you're young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on baby play me something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like here comes the sun "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-6654509284167308838?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6654509284167308838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=6654509284167308838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6654509284167308838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6654509284167308838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-metric-gimme-sympathy.html' title='i love metric - gimme sympathy'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-8536457252500543620</id><published>2009-05-27T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:53:46.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet 1993 these things share my passion future'/><title type='text'>internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxfhInhkvtM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/fxfhInhkvtM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love living in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-8536457252500543620?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8536457252500543620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=8536457252500543620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8536457252500543620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8536457252500543620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/05/internet.html' title='internet'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-8645639930966701204</id><published>2009-04-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:52:02.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st vincent actor out of work video'/><title type='text'>St Vincent - Actor Out Of Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZW9NYX6JZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/AZW9NYX6JZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Hey St Vincent is back.  This song is quite remarkable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-8645639930966701204?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8645639930966701204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=8645639930966701204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8645639930966701204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8645639930966701204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-vincent-actor-out-of-work.html' title='St Vincent - Actor Out Of Work'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-1028209786582615791</id><published>2009-04-08T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:17:19.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nouvelle vague bande a part dance with me'/><title type='text'>dance with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ekQZPozjCX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/ekQZPozjCX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;just enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-1028209786582615791?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1028209786582615791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1028209786582615791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1028209786582615791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1028209786582615791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/04/dance-with-me.html' title='dance with me'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-3969043164135192698</id><published>2009-04-08T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:10:28.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future of dance'/><title type='text'>dancing in the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NJe-CdWsICY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NJe-CdWsICY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;according to Germans atleast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best YouTube comment: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is from a documentary about Ladytron. It's actually very good. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-3969043164135192698?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3969043164135192698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=3969043164135192698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3969043164135192698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3969043164135192698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/04/dancing-in-future.html' title='dancing in the future'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-3119119631551441264</id><published>2009-03-29T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:43:34.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before after 80s'/><title type='text'>Before... After!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DE0lh9AFXno&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/DE0lh9AFXno&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell did I just see?  I'm fascinated by this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-3119119631551441264?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3119119631551441264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=3119119631551441264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3119119631551441264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3119119631551441264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-after.html' title='Before... After!'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-7910782651332014354</id><published>2009-03-23T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:46:38.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vera november verity susman'/><title type='text'>OH VERITY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wP8vPz5AtzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/wP8vPz5AtzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&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/7206050827634103996-7910782651332014354?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7910782651332014354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7910782651332014354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7910782651332014354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7910782651332014354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-verity.html' title='OH VERITY!'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-8416629587562641971</id><published>2009-03-22T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:46:22.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electrelane please come back'/><title type='text'>Come Back Electrelane!</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my favorite band.  Electrelane.  Come back, come back, come back oh to meee!  Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQA7q_yN6AA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/IQA7q_yN6AA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAJgLykCnMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/DAJgLykCnMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To The East - live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3MQzshCAv54&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/3MQzshCAv54&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Parade (live at the Troubadour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo oh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-8416629587562641971?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8416629587562641971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=8416629587562641971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8416629587562641971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8416629587562641971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-back-electrelane.html' title='Come Back Electrelane!'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-7141335464957777639</id><published>2009-03-11T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:17:13.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold tight london chemical brothers'/><title type='text'>Hold Tight London</title><content type='html'>Ever fall in love with a really hot song at first listen without ever paying attention to its lyrics? And only years later you actually stop and pay attention to what it was saying? And then you realize how damn beautiful that song was on the inside. And how stupid you feel when you realize how much you missed out? Really?? Have you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why do I warn you?&lt;br /&gt;I see things when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;But I've whispered, "It's alright."&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me and a long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a ghost in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;I can see through and I hold tight&lt;br /&gt;Understand holding until it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I just want you here and you're lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a ghost in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;I can see through and I hold tight&lt;br /&gt;Understand holding until it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I just want you here and you're lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, nothing can go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, nothing can go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, nothing can go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, nothing can go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7141335464957777639?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7141335464957777639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7141335464957777639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7141335464957777639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7141335464957777639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/03/hold-tight-london.html' title='Hold Tight London'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-1148706492215484502</id><published>2009-03-07T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:24:11.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Walrus Saxophone Solo Evar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DVtNSK9h53U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/DVtNSK9h53U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Behold.  The greatest saxophone solo evar in the history of rock and roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-1148706492215484502?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1148706492215484502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1148706492215484502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1148706492215484502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1148706492215484502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/03/greatest-walrus-saxophone-solo-evar.html' title='The Greatest Walrus Saxophone Solo Evar'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-392384324170643101</id><published>2009-01-16T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:15:22.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not going to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PSdjixBTNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/-PSdjixBTNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7206050827634103996-392384324170643101?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/392384324170643101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=392384324170643101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/392384324170643101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/392384324170643101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-going-to-think-about.html' title='i&apos;m not going to think about'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-1020411295206404212</id><published>2009-01-09T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:48:24.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sculpting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bernini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><title type='text'>i cant believe its not 2008</title><content type='html'>seriously.  where did the year go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i thought i'd turn this blog into some sort of video blog and just post youtube clips all day.  cuz i'm lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with a clip about the greatest sculptor that ever lived, bernini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXR2YZxgDV4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/nXR2YZxgDV4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;cuz i wanna show you that i'm all artsy and shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2008'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-3597881842304164655</id><published>2008-12-01T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:01:01.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse is the best band in the world'/><title type='text'>I have something to say!</title><content type='html'>There's something I have to get off my chest.  Listen closely now kids.... It's been bugging me all day, and I just have to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MUSE IS THE BEST BAND IN THE WORLD!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There!  I feel better now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4R84e1HqvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/W4R84e1HqvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7206050827634103996-3597881842304164655?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3597881842304164655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=3597881842304164655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3597881842304164655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3597881842304164655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-something-to-say.html' title='I have something to say!'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-3572451433550390178</id><published>2008-08-18T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:32:03.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/SKoUajksbPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/RtWQyga--PY/s1600-h/spaghetti+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236019963229924594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/SKoUajksbPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/RtWQyga--PY/s400/spaghetti+cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-3572451433550390178?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3572451433550390178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=3572451433550390178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3572451433550390178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3572451433550390178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/SKoUajksbPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/RtWQyga--PY/s72-c/spaghetti+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-8461857686494603702</id><published>2008-07-12T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:05:56.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;whatever makes you happy&quot; &quot;whatever you want&quot;'/><title type='text'>I Feel Like A Teenager Again</title><content type='html'>someone once told me i had good genes.  whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't care if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I want to have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You're so fucking special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's running out the door&lt;br /&gt;She's running out&lt;br /&gt;She's run, run, run, running out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;You're so fucking special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-8461857686494603702?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8461857686494603702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=8461857686494603702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8461857686494603702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8461857686494603702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-like-teenager-again.html' title='I Feel Like A Teenager Again'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-7280713450245560423</id><published>2008-07-07T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:08:11.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Techno Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_2_EJogf2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_2_EJogf2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's techno chicken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7280713450245560423?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7280713450245560423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7280713450245560423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7280713450245560423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7280713450245560423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/07/techno-chicken.html' title='Techno Chicken'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-7575598821397333675</id><published>2008-07-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:05:23.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to work on</title><content type='html'>Hi Darren, this is your inner self.  Here are some things to work on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be honest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell exactly how you feel to others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't give a shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've got nothing to lose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yes, it's an every day struggle.  I just need to remind myself every once in a while.  (People are still full of shit though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7575598821397333675?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7575598821397333675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7575598821397333675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7575598821397333675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7575598821397333675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-to-work-on.html' title='Things to work on'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-8535180915409878032</id><published>2008-07-06T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:53:14.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So What am I Listening to Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.missingtoof.com/sleaze/2007-09/images/movingunits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.missingtoof.com/sleaze/2007-09/images/movingunits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving Units. Wow. It's all I've been able to listen to the past few weeks. I always liked their last album Hexes For Exes, but after paying more attention to the beats and lyrics, it's got to be one of my favorite albums ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every song is just fucking brilliant, but one song that stands out for me is Kids From Orange County. I spent part of my youth growing up in Orange County so the lyrics are spot on describing the desperate situation a lot of these kids feel when growing up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this awesome bridge in the song that goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everybody loves a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves a little suicide&lt;br /&gt;And everybody loves a roller coasterride&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a little place to hide&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;Everybody yeah, everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song becomes utterly euphoric when it reaches that part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, thought I'd post the rest of the lyrics cuz the song is just perfect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suburban scene you can smell the gasoline&lt;br /&gt;You can see the moon is a veil dripping blood on the SUV's&lt;br /&gt;All the kids are leaving now while the curtain is dreaming&lt;br /&gt;How will their parents know where they go when they hide behind gated communities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's four on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Check your head at the door&lt;br /&gt;You've been here before but you wanted some more&lt;br /&gt;And the kids from L.A. say "Hey, hey"&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's going L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suburban tease you can see their dirty knees&lt;br /&gt;You can see them bounce off a wall like a racquet hits a ball&lt;br /&gt;But they always come back again&lt;br /&gt;A Jamaican breeze you can smell the anti-freeze&lt;br /&gt;You can see the world is a maze when you're young and you're free&lt;br /&gt;To be anything you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's four on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Check your head at the door&lt;br /&gt;You've been here before but you wanted some more&lt;br /&gt;And the kids from L.A. say "Hey, hey"&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's going L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody loves a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves a little suicide&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;Everybody yeah, everybody&lt;br /&gt;And everybody loves a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a little place to hide&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;Everybody yeah, everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's four on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Check your head at the door&lt;br /&gt;You've been here before but you wanted some more&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the dark you pop like a spark&lt;br /&gt;There's sex in the air but there's love in their heart&lt;br /&gt;There's shadows on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Secrets in the hall&lt;br /&gt;Checking the phone to see who's called&lt;br /&gt;And the kids from L.A. say "Hey, hey"&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going our way&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey yeah everyone's going L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get outta the way boy get outta the way&lt;br /&gt;Get outta the way girl get outta the way&lt;br /&gt;Get outta the way boy get outta the way&lt;br /&gt;Get outta the way girl get we're going L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-8535180915409878032?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8535180915409878032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=8535180915409878032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8535180915409878032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8535180915409878032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-what-am-i-listening-to-now.html' title='So What am I Listening to Now?'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-4073226417480740673</id><published>2008-07-02T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:40:55.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoreline broken social scene'/><title type='text'>It's a Shoreline</title><content type='html'>You know. Life seems like it's on repeat sometimes. One day you wake up and decide to change. You try to be a good and decent person and treat people well and do the right thing. You meet like-minded people and suddenly your faith in humanity is restored. You feel good about people again and life is great. Hey, people aren't so bad after all? Maybe it was just my attitude that needed adjusting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then these people you get to know, well they don't exactly live up to who you thought they were. And suddenly you realize they are just full of shit. Now what do you do? Push rewind and start over? Or just fuck it and be a bitter person again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm listening to &lt;strong&gt;Broken Social Scene - 7/4 (Shoreline)&lt;/strong&gt;. What an amazingly uplifting song. Just listening to the opening riffs has a calming affect on me and makes me smile. It's like feeling a cool breeze on my face while driving down the pacific coast highway. If people can make music this beautiful, maybe there's hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shoreline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the type of song of song to listen to with your eyes closed, headphones on, and on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uev2J_cBHjQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uev2J_cBHjQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never paid attention to the lyrics before, but now that I've read them clearly, this song is even more amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a shoreline&lt;br /&gt;And it's half speed&lt;br /&gt;It's a cruel world and&lt;br /&gt;And it's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're walking away&lt;br /&gt;But where to go to?&lt;br /&gt;And you're walking alone,&lt;br /&gt;But how to get through?&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna get it right&lt;br /&gt;You can own what you choose&lt;br /&gt;But you wanna live a lie&lt;br /&gt;And love what you lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shoreline&lt;br /&gt;And it's half speed&lt;br /&gt;It's a cruel world and&lt;br /&gt;It's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're walking away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to get through&lt;br /&gt;But you've gotta know their lies&lt;br /&gt;From the lies they've told you&lt;br /&gt;If you try to do it up&lt;br /&gt;It all will leave you&lt;br /&gt;If you try to steal the beat&lt;br /&gt;The beat will steal you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's coming in hard&lt;br /&gt;It's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's coming in hard&lt;br /&gt;It's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's coming in hard&lt;br /&gt;It's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's coming in hard&lt;br /&gt;it's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's coming in hard&lt;br /&gt;It's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's coming in hard&lt;br /&gt;It's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's coming in hard&lt;br /&gt;It's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's coming in-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shoreline&lt;br /&gt;And it's halfspeed&lt;br /&gt;It's a cruel world&lt;br /&gt;And it's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's coming in hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-4073226417480740673?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4073226417480740673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=4073226417480740673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4073226417480740673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4073226417480740673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-shoreline.html' title='It&apos;s a Shoreline'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-6449212197017057500</id><published>2008-06-29T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:11:41.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blog'/><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Blog More</title><content type='html'>I decided I'm going to blog more.  Yep that's it.  Blogging is a lot of fun because you can write anything on your mind and you know noboby's probably reading it anyways.  So who cares if you say something stupid or write nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this blog post for example.  There's no point in this.  But that's the point.  IT DOESN'T MATTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-6449212197017057500?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6449212197017057500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=6449212197017057500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6449212197017057500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6449212197017057500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-gonna-blog-more.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Blog More'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-4983001815224006950</id><published>2008-06-11T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:22:21.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mates of state get better video'/><title type='text'>Mates of State - Get Better</title><content type='html'>You wanna hear a beautiful song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdoYK9jOltQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdoYK9jOltQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget all your politics for a while.  Let the color schemes arrive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most beautiful lines I've heard this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-4983001815224006950?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4983001815224006950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=4983001815224006950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4983001815224006950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4983001815224006950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/06/mates-of-state-get-better.html' title='Mates of State - Get Better'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-5014142920460045953</id><published>2008-06-05T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:44:00.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women vaseline'/><title type='text'>wtf is wrong with women?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jOR4qekHWlA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jOR4qekHWlA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-5014142920460045953?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5014142920460045953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=5014142920460045953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5014142920460045953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5014142920460045953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/06/wtf-is-wrong-with-women.html' title='wtf is wrong with women?'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-6863037420550314885</id><published>2008-04-08T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:34:32.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG: The Lemurs</title><content type='html'>OMFG, The Lemurs!  Woah, I'm a total sucker for all Faint - Moving Units electro pop sounding bands.  These guys sound awesome!  Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thelemurs"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thelemurs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-6863037420550314885?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6863037420550314885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=6863037420550314885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6863037420550314885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6863037420550314885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/04/omfg-lemurs.html' title='OMFG: The Lemurs'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-5941557495736757047</id><published>2008-03-27T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:12.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you say party we say die &quot;lose all time&quot; &quot;you say party we say die&quot; opportunity album record review music yspwsd canadian'/><title type='text'>Listening Party! Track by Track: YSP!WSD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R-tSZOK3VpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RXk3a0Iz_6k/s1600-h/YouSayPartyWeSayDieLos103_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182326389473760914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R-tSZOK3VpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RXk3a0Iz_6k/s320/YouSayPartyWeSayDieLos103_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a party at my place!! No not really, I'm just listening to &lt;b&gt;"You Say Party! We Say Die!"&lt;/b&gt; But it sure feels like a party in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's are my thoughts as I write them down while listening to each track from their album&lt;strong&gt; LOSE ALL TIME&lt;/strong&gt; (with maybe a beer or two) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Five Year Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, if the first 30 seconds of this song doesn't hook you into loving it, there is no hope for you. In fact, stop reading this and go back listening to whatever crap you've been listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the chemicals in our bodies...."&lt;br /&gt;"will you take my place for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you please take her place for a while? Will ya?! Cmon! Nobody will notice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Downtown Mayors Goodnight, Alley Kids Rule!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she says "all is stirrrl... shhhh!". I have no idea where she got that lovely accent to roll her L's like that. Can someone explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Opportunity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COME IN CLOSER!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what this song is trying to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the pace... awesome guitar too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Teenage Hit Wonder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I get it... you just want to be friends! Yeah yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she sings &lt;em&gt;"You said"&lt;/em&gt; is difficult to get out of my head. I can't help singing along in her ridiculous pitch. It's 12:19am, and my neighbors probably think I've gone bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.... It's so different than their other songs, but it's just so fucking nice. The song just gets better as it nears the end. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-IQKsrXDHrg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-IQKsrXDHrg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah she's hot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Like I Give A Care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING SONG ON THE ALBUM. I can see myself going completely nuts with this song at one of their live shows (I have to wait 'till 2011). I might want to fly out to Canada just for this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT OUT THE WORLD SHUT IT SHUT IT OUT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Poison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think it couldn't get better, we get this. We are at the peak and reached the maximum velocity of this roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I understand the concept of this album now. It's all about paranoia and the irrational fear of being caved in by unseen walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.... it's not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap. I am going to shout out these lines for the rest of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT WAS FOR THE SUN IT WAS FOR THE SUN!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuckin' A it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Giant Hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the visuals in my head when listening to this. For some reason it reminds me of the Seinfeld "man hands" episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how many ridiculously catchy and memorable phrases there are in this album. For example, in this song you got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LIIIIIIIIIIEEEES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My giant hands..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever implanted in my inner ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for all the caps. There is no other way to convey her voice and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. You're Almost There&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... it's almost over! I can see the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Dancefloor Destroyer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good fucking lord. Looking at the track title, you'd think this song would be the baddest beat infused dance song of the year. But it's not! Instead it's FUCKING GENIUS. It's exactly what it says it is ... a song about her mother. Correction... her "muuuuthherhrrrrrr".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is fucking beautiful and brilliant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Quiet World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wise words:&lt;em&gt; "Don't say goodbye, say good journey"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This album isn't just pure sugary ear candy. It's full of good advice with vitamins and shit for your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm... I don't think I can sleep. Well fuck, this track is 22 minutes long. I guess they added 18 minutes of noise and silence so you could pass out easier after a night of partying (or drinking alone in your apartment).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Time for bed. Bye.... I mean Good Journey to you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-5941557495736757047?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5941557495736757047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=5941557495736757047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5941557495736757047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5941557495736757047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/03/listening-party-track-by-track-yspwsd.html' title='Listening Party! Track by Track: YSP!WSD!'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R-tSZOK3VpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RXk3a0Iz_6k/s72-c/YouSayPartyWeSayDieLos103_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-7094466504238864981</id><published>2008-01-22T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:53:00.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Not Talk About Coachella</title><content type='html'>I will not talk about the Coachella 2008 lineup.&lt;br /&gt;I will not talk about the Coachella 2008 lineup.&lt;br /&gt;I will not talk about the Coachella 2008 lineup.&lt;br /&gt;I will not talk about the Coachella 2008 lineup.&lt;br /&gt;I will not talk about the Coachella 2008 lineup.&lt;br /&gt;I will not talk about the Coachella 2008 lineup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7094466504238864981?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7094466504238864981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7094466504238864981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7094466504238864981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7094466504238864981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-will-not-talk-about-coachella.html' title='I Will Not Talk About Coachella'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-3891645537928306880</id><published>2007-12-31T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:02:44.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracks of the year 2007 beirut arcade fire joanna newsom radiohead andrew bird heretics'/><title type='text'>Tracks of the Year 2007</title><content type='html'>Well damn, it's Dec 31st already. Time to put up my tracks of the year before the year's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to put as much thought into this as there were far too many good songs this year to list. However, I'm proud to say my list is 100% free of Britney Spears irony. So here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Arcade Fire - No Cars Go&lt;br /&gt;Exhilirating and inspiring song with a single message. To go where no cars go. Sounds tacky but it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Beirut - Elephant Gun&lt;br /&gt;If there's one song to show your friends what Beirut is all about, it's this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjeh6P4sRfw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjeh6P4sRfw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Joanna Newsom - Colleen&lt;br /&gt;News alert! Joanna Newsom came out with an EP this year! I won't post the song here because it's one third of her brilliant album and you should go on iTunes right now and buy her EP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Radiohead - Bodysnatchers&lt;br /&gt;There's a moment in this song at 2:07 that reaches such great heights of musical nirvana, it's undescribable. The following two lines pretty much sum up my sentiments for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Has the light gone out for you?&lt;br /&gt;Because the light's gone out for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Andrew Bird - Heretics&lt;br /&gt;And here's my track of the year. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SGQC3m2H82/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SGQC3m2H82/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored holes through our tongues, so sing a song about it&lt;br /&gt;Held our breath for too long till we're half sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it&lt;br /&gt;Turn a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll about it&lt;br /&gt;And tell us all about it&lt;br /&gt;We'll sew a doll about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about some credit now&lt;br /&gt;Where credit is due&lt;br /&gt;For the damage that we've done&lt;br /&gt;We have brought upon ourselves and others&lt;br /&gt;With a slow and vicious gun&lt;br /&gt;And although pratfalls can be fun&lt;br /&gt;Encores can be fatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's fatal&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's fatal&lt;br /&gt;Not shy&lt;br /&gt;Not shy of fatal&lt;br /&gt;Not shy of fatal&lt;br /&gt;Thank God&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's fatal&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's fatal&lt;br /&gt;Not shy&lt;br /&gt;Not shy of fatal&lt;br /&gt;Not shy of fatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait just a second now&lt;br /&gt;It's not all that bad&lt;br /&gt;Are we not having fun&lt;br /&gt;You make your mountains of handkerchiefs&lt;br /&gt;Where the mascara always runs&lt;br /&gt;So be careful when you're done&lt;br /&gt;You're bound to get post-natal&lt;br /&gt;What did I just hear you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's fatal&lt;br /&gt;No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door&lt;br /&gt;No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we don't want to read the signs that you bore&lt;br /&gt;You know the kind of sign you hang on a door&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "We'll be back. What a crack."&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you think we might have heard that before?&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you think we might have heard that before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored holes through our tongues, so sing a song about it&lt;br /&gt;Held our breath for too long till we're half sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it&lt;br /&gt;Turn a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll about it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-3891645537928306880?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3891645537928306880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=3891645537928306880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3891645537928306880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3891645537928306880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/12/tracks-of-year-2007.html' title='Tracks of the Year 2007'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-5252333906830076452</id><published>2007-12-23T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:14.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best of 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arcade fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electrelane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiery furnaces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='klaxons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lcd soundsystem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of montreal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><title type='text'>Best Albums of 2007</title><content type='html'>I know this is kinda late, but here it is. My best albums of 2007 list! Nothing extraordinary or eclectic in this list except for maybe #1. (sorry, you won't see any Battles, Panda Bear, or Animal Collective in here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what an awesome year it's been for music. I've had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Feist - The Reminder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29fXdS0Q5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UXnvOvzaGRI/s1600-h/feist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147437755712947090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29fXdS0Q5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UXnvOvzaGRI/s320/feist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Feist is kinda like an old schoolmate you always picked on when you were younger but then grew up to be smarter, richer, and more successful than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all you have left of are typical tales of seeing 'Leslie' (as you like to call her these days) back in the days that you're all too eager to share with your ignorant co-workers around the water cooler. You know, like that one time when you saw her play in tiny pub near your house in front of only ten people. And how you were a HUGE fan back then when in reality, you'd only seen her once and golf clapped your way through each unrecognizable song while she opened for the band you really came to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, whatever. Congratulations Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasting Impression: "1 2 3 4" (the sound of feist counting her money to the bank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Andrew Bird - Armchair Apochrypha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29fIdS0Q4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/HYwsCn5kWTg/s1600-h/andrewbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147437498014909314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29fIdS0Q4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/HYwsCn5kWTg/s320/andrewbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to where Feist was a year ago, Andrew Bird is about one iPod commercial away from being discovered by the masses and becoming a household name to the point where even your mother could one day ask, "Have you ever heard of Andrew Bird?". It's surprising he only made his television debut this year on the Letterman show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasting Impression:"Thank God it's fatal, thank god it's fatal" (sometimes you're thankful life is fatal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29gHdS0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAag/1XRkhe_MsuU/s1600-h/ofmontreal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147438580346667954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29gHdS0Q7I/AAAAAAAAAag/1XRkhe_MsuU/s320/ofmontreal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la.. boom. You have roughly six seconds from when this album starts to prepare yourself for what's ahead. Your ears will never be the same from the electrical orchestra and sonic visions of desperation that this album delivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasting Impression:"I'm in a crisis ... C'mon chemicals ... C'mon be a friend" (do drugs a little?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Klaxons - Myths of the Near Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29f8dS0Q6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/h38mE-JHDTk/s1600-h/klaxons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147438391368106914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29f8dS0Q6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/h38mE-JHDTk/s320/klaxons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Klaxons are the posterboys of the indie nu-rave psychadelic rock. What's indie nu-rave you ask? Well it's kinda like an acceptable form high-energy rock music with rave-like psychadelic properties. It's perfect for hipsters who are either too cool to associate themselves with ravers or nerdy hipsters who are frightened of drugs or too emberassed to dance with glow sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, listening to this album is like getting high without having to worry about the morning after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasting Impression: "Ooooh Aaaah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Justice - † (aka Cross)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29ghtS0Q8I/AAAAAAAAAao/ljd_MemrG5M/s1600-h/justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147439031318234050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29ghtS0Q8I/AAAAAAAAAao/ljd_MemrG5M/s320/justice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indie rockers need to dance too. That's why every year there's always a 'band' (usually just a duo with laptops) guaranteed to bring indie dance and house music together. Whether it's MSTRKRFT, The Presets, or good ol' Daft Punk, if the DJ is spinning Justice, be assured you can safely dance your ass off without having to worry if the next track will feature Fergie or Brittany Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasting Impression:"We are your friends" (who'll write shit on your face with a sharpie the second you pass out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Radiohead - In Rainbows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29gttS0Q9I/AAAAAAAAAaw/b_8b5CEyvBk/s1600-h/radiohead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147439237476664274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29gttS0Q9I/AAAAAAAAAaw/b_8b5CEyvBk/s320/radiohead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead is like your older brother who looks out for you while you're in grade school. Like if one afternoon, the record industry is bullying you and tries to take your lunch money, Radiohead will cruise on by at exactly the right moment and give them the evil eye. Then they'll quietly appologize and run away with their tails tucked between their legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Radiohead. You saved us once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasting Impression:"You are all I need. You're all I need." (ditto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The Fiery Furnaces - Widow City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29g4NS0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/GUDPwoxHAqI/s1600-h/fieryfurnaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147439417865290722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29g4NS0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/GUDPwoxHAqI/s320/fieryfurnaces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how the Fiery Furnaces' best album to date has been so overlooked by critics this year. Perhaps this album wasn't difficult enough for writers to praise them or themselves for their superior ability to 'get it'? But for whatever reasons, it doesn't matter. The Friedbergers have managed to craft the most interesting album you'll hear all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasting Impression:"I want a restorative beer." (a song after my own heart?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. LCD Soundsystem - Sounds of Silver &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29hFNS0Q_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/F8uQeWck0JA/s1600-h/lcdsoundsystem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147439641203590130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29hFNS0Q_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/F8uQeWck0JA/s320/lcdsoundsystem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year in music started out rather slowly until this album came out sometime in March. The album pretty much blew everyone away since then including myself. Actually, if this album was nothing more than fourty-five minutes of that damn piano loop from "All My Friends" played over and over again, it would've still made 5 out of 10 hipster's top ten lists this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasting Impression: "Get Innocuous!" (these are the magic words to get me to dance spontaneously)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Arcade Fire - Neon Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29hXtS0RAI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pvM9KDNSIRw/s1600-h/arcadefire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147439959031170050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29hXtS0RAI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pvM9KDNSIRw/s320/arcadefire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to finally accept the post-Funeral version of Arcade Fire. I was sadly disappointed by this album for months when it came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until one day, I started noticing Win Butler's passionate cries frequently echoing through my head during my dull drives home. &lt;em&gt;"Stop now before it's too late." "Nothing lasts forever, that's the way it’s got to be. There's a great black wave in the middle of the sea." "Do you have any idea where I was at your age?" "MTV, what have you done to me?" "No cars go!" "My body is a cage."&lt;/em&gt; The lyrics haunted me until I finally saw the light. This is one of the best and most passionate albums I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasting Impression:"My body is a cage that keeps me from dancing with the one I love, but my mind holds the key." (too true)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Electrelane - No Shouts No Calls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29hgtS0RBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Uv3liygBTxw/s1600-h/electrelane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147440113649992722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29hgtS0RBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Uv3liygBTxw/s320/electrelane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me earlier this year what my favorite album would be, it would've been Arcade Fire's Neon Bible without any doubt. There was no way another record would topple that album from the top of my list. That's until I started listening to Electrelane's No Shouts No Calls for about two months non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible. I'm currently afflicted with Electrelanitis. I can't listen to anything else without have the urge to change the current track to an Electrelane song.  They're that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, after struggling for nearly ten years, these girls from Brighton England decided to call it quits last month. Music will never be the same. But then, I will never be the same either. Thank you for your amazing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lasting Impression: "We'll work it, we'll work it, we'll work it out, we'll work it out" (i hope so)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-5252333906830076452?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5252333906830076452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=5252333906830076452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5252333906830076452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5252333906830076452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-albums-of-2007.html' title='Best Albums of 2007'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R29fXdS0Q5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UXnvOvzaGRI/s72-c/feist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-5895792321282382074</id><published>2007-12-19T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:14.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea wolf radioshack radio shack commercial music ses monuments'/><title type='text'>Sea Wolf already in a commercial?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R2n2_dS0Q1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/L3NEB0lMZpA/s1600-h/sea+wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145915619303244626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R2n2_dS0Q1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/L3NEB0lMZpA/s320/sea+wolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah, I just heard Sea Wolf in a Radioshack commercial on TV. The song was Ses Monuments. One of the best tracks of the year (available from their EP only).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations SEA WOLF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sSP3bcOwqf/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sSP3bcOwqf/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm still alive. I've got tons of shit lined up to write about like my end year wrap-up and 2007 best-of list. So stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-5895792321282382074?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5895792321282382074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=5895792321282382074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5895792321282382074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5895792321282382074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/12/sea-wolf-already-in-commercial.html' title='Sea Wolf already in a commercial?'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/R2n2_dS0Q1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/L3NEB0lMZpA/s72-c/sea+wolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-7727190858498685463</id><published>2007-11-06T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T13:26:08.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natasha khan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video of the year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s a girl to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bat for lashes'/><title type='text'>I was wrong again!</title><content type='html'>Well it seems like I forgot what year we are in.  Last entry I declared Knights of Cydonia to be the best music video of the year.  But that video was released in 2006 and it's uh 2007 now.  OOPS.  Oh well, it was a minor detail.  Now I have to scramble to find a new video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  Ok got it!  Here's the NEW best music video of the year for 2007.  Bat For Lashes: What's A Girl To Do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1wnOUH2jk8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1wnOUH2jk8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!  Lily Allen ain't got nothin' on Natasha Khan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7727190858498685463?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7727190858498685463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7727190858498685463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7727190858498685463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7727190858498685463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-wrong-again.html' title='I was wrong again!'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-397673095891613493</id><published>2007-11-01T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:28:43.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knights of cydonia'/><title type='text'>I Was Wrong</title><content type='html'>Ok first thing first. Remember when I declared that The Strokes video for You Only Live Once as the best music video of the year? Well, I WAS WRONG. Very wrong. This has been bugging me for a while so I've come back from the dead to ask the musical gods for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best music video of the year, by far, without any doubt or questions is Knights of Cydonia by Muse. There, I can now sleep in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jV1bRfLHA3A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jV1bRfLHA3A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a more cathartic spiritual-rock moment this year than when I shouted along these lines at the top of my lungs like it was my last day on earth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"No one's going to take me alive&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to make things right&lt;br /&gt;You and I must fight for our rights&lt;br /&gt;You and I must fight to survive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-397673095891613493?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/397673095891613493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=397673095891613493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/397673095891613493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/397673095891613493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-wrong.html' title='I Was Wrong'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-6667987085544452677</id><published>2007-11-01T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:04:18.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog goes on...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, it's been a while since the last blog post.  And it seems my blogging cohort has quit!  But I'm going to continue on anyways because I still got a lot of stuff to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-6667987085544452677?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6667987085544452677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=6667987085544452677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6667987085544452677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6667987085544452677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-goes-on.html' title='blog goes on...'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-7502713522851886928</id><published>2007-09-04T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:05:13.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arcade fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intervention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wake up'/><title type='text'>arcade fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zNK5kKG0n4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zNK5kKG0n4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random Arcade Fire concert video of two of my favorite songs.  I was too drunk to remember anything at the last Arcade Fire concert I went to so I thought I'd post this to remind myself of what it could've sounded like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7502713522851886928?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7502713522851886928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7502713522851886928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7502713522851886928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7502713522851886928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/09/arcade-fire.html' title='arcade fire'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-4373270037230458072</id><published>2007-08-31T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:14.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burrito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elliott smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>elliott smith anecdotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RtiYD9XPySI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LL-cUWH80Yw/s1600-h/Elliott_smith_figure_8_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104997371403553058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RtiYD9XPySI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LL-cUWH80Yw/s320/Elliott_smith_figure_8_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was going through the latest issue of SPIN magazine (September 07) and found an interesting section about Elliott Smith and a new photo book by Autumn de Wilde that's coming out about him. In it are some touching and funny anecdotes of Smith, and I thought I'd post them here. (If you don't know, Elliott Smith was a singer/songwriter who committed suicide back in 03 and was always one of those troubled yet beautiful souls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"He used to cut my hair when I lived in L.A., the last couple years, I guess. It was one of the few times he would be, for an extended period of time, in a good mood. I think he was trying to put on a happy face for his sister 'cause he was pretty down at that time. He would sit me down in the bathroom, and he would call it "Chez Pepe". He'd get into this fake super cheesy French accent, like a sleazy French hairdresser. So we'd have beers and put on really good music, and he'd cut my hair. He wanted to give you a haircut that didn't look like you got a haircut, and it was supposed to be imprecise. I liked the aesthetic. He would only cut four or five hairs at a time -- it would take hours. It was hard to book time because we both knew it was such a commmitment, so it was rare that he had an entire evening to blow on a haircut. We would listen to Supergrass and the Beatles a lot, just joking around. Everyone always complimented me. I'd say, "Well, these are special haircuts, not available to the public." I couldn't cut my hair for, like, six months after he died because... I couldn't have anyone else cut my hair. He was always my hero, strangely, which is sort of weird to say about your brother." -- &lt;strong&gt;Ashley Welch&lt;/strong&gt;, Elliott Smith's younger sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I spent two weeks in Silver Lake [in Los Angeles] in August or September of 2002 finishing up [the Postal Service's Give Up] with Jimmy Tamborello and hanging out with Jenny Lewis, who I had invited to be part of the record. We were hanging out and recording, and we went to get food at this little burrito joint in Los Feliz, one of those places where you can't sit inside and there are three tables out front. I remember going in and ordering some food, and there was thhis little jar where every week you could put your name in, and if your name got picked, you could get a free burrito. There was a sign behind the jar that said BURRITO OF THE WEEK, it said, ELLIOTT SMITH. I remember looking up there and being amused for a couple of reasons. Number one, that this seminal, brilliant singer/songwriter would do something that anybody off the street would do, like, you'd see this jar and think, "I'm going to write my name on this card like everybody else and win a free burrito." I just had this kind of funny image in my head of him going into this burrito joint, thinking if he's going to go there and put his name into a hat to win a free burrito, he probably goes here fairly frequently, you know? I just wanted to be there so badly. I wanted to see him see his name on the board, that he'd won a free burrito, and just knowing that even though he was in a bad way, he'd be happy that he won a free burrito. Everybody likes to win stuff." --&lt;strong&gt; Ben Gibbard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-4373270037230458072?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4373270037230458072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=4373270037230458072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4373270037230458072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4373270037230458072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/elliott-smith-anecdotes.html' title='elliott smith anecdotes'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RtiYD9XPySI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LL-cUWH80Yw/s72-c/Elliott_smith_figure_8_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-1584718534755588341</id><published>2007-08-29T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:41:29.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video of the year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the strokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you only live once'/><title type='text'>Best Music Video of the Year</title><content type='html'>What's the best music video of the year? This one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="244" width="400" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="10583"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="6456"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/hfNdxbaFiX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/hfNdxbaFiX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" pluginspage="'http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'" src="'http://media.imeem.com/v/hfNdxbaFiX/aus=" height="'244'" wmode="''" menu="'false'" quality="'high'" width="'400'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Only Live Once&lt;/strong&gt; by The Strokes. There's really no debate. I mean the video has such big balls and aspirations, it starts off with completely different Strokes song called "Ize of the World". Then it goes into some cinematic 2001: A Space Odyssey inspired movie-like production that is utterly awe inspiring. And don't forget the amazing song to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Some people think they're always right&lt;br /&gt;Others are quiet and uptight&lt;br /&gt;Others, they seem so very nice&lt;br /&gt;Inside they might feel sad and wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-nine different attributes&lt;br /&gt;Only seven that you like&lt;br /&gt;Twenty ways to see the world&lt;br /&gt;Twenty ways to start a fight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... just wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-1584718534755588341?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1584718534755588341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1584718534755588341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1584718534755588341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1584718534755588341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-music-video-of-year.html' title='Best Music Video of the Year'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-965973401054333846</id><published>2007-08-24T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:27:54.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first person in the history of the world to dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCIq42KXroQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCIq42KXroQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7206050827634103996-965973401054333846?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/965973401054333846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=965973401054333846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/965973401054333846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/965973401054333846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-person-in-world-to-dance.html' title='the first person in the history of the world to dance'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-7868106678382092031</id><published>2007-08-19T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:04:04.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metric band videos'/><title type='text'>I Love Metric</title><content type='html'>Metric. I don't know why they're not as popular here as they are in Canada, but they should be. I guess they're kind of a mix between The Faint, Stars, and Muse. Which is a good thing. I'm going to go see them this October at the Fonda, and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;embed name="bcPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://www.brightcove.com/playerswf" width="400" height="380" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="allowFullScreen=true&amp;initVideoId=6165817&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://www.brightcove.com&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://www.brightcove.com&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;autoStart=false" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" seamlesstabbing="false" swliveconnect="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poster of a Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NsDY8ACPu9M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NsDY8ACPu9M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWJQPeIVJIA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWJQPeIVJIA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7206050827634103996-7868106678382092031?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7868106678382092031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7868106678382092031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7868106678382092031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7868106678382092031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-metric.html' title='I Love Metric'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-4097060071315408661</id><published>2007-08-15T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:16.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give and take'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the broken family band'/><title type='text'>The Broken Family Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RsPv52HOz9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_RANBIS8n4w/s1600-h/hello+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099182980170960850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RsPv52HOz9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_RANBIS8n4w/s200/hello+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man! I love it when I find new music that I like! I can go hours and hours in my bedroom alone in the dark listening to random crap with the hope of finding the next band or song that I'll fall in love with. And just when I'm about to fall asleep, I'll say to myself, "Okay maybe the next track will be the one". And when I find it, it's quite exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current curiosity is The Broken Family Band. They're an odd bunch of English fellows from Cambridge who try to tackle alt country indie music from the other side of the pond. Come take a listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Broken Family Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give And Take&lt;/em&gt; - from the album &lt;em&gt;Hello Love&lt;/em&gt; (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="odeo_player_black" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://odeo.com/flash/audio_player_black.swf" width="322" height="54" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="external_url=http://www.sightful.com/give_take.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-4097060071315408661?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4097060071315408661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=4097060071315408661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4097060071315408661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4097060071315408661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/broken-family-band.html' title='The Broken Family Band'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RsPv52HOz9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/_RANBIS8n4w/s72-c/hello+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-3769491482745292722</id><published>2007-08-14T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:25:25.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acid tongue'/><title type='text'>Acid Tongue</title><content type='html'>Here's another Jenny Lewis song that I love. This one's unreleased, and it's only been played live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="odeo_player_black" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://odeo.com/flash/audio_player_black.swf" width="322" height="54" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="external_url=http://www.sightful.com/acid_tongue.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acid Tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I went to a cobbler&lt;br /&gt;To fix a hole in my shoe&lt;br /&gt;He took one look at my face&lt;br /&gt;And said, "I can fix that hole in you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg your pardon&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for a cure&lt;br /&gt;Seen enough of my friends&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of the godsick blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I am a liar&lt;br /&gt;You know I am a liar&lt;br /&gt;Nobody helps a liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been down to Dixie&lt;br /&gt;And dropped acid on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Tripped upon the land&lt;br /&gt;Until enough was enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little bit lighter&lt;br /&gt;And adventure on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I was a little drunk&lt;br /&gt;And looking for company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found myself a sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;With the softest of hands&lt;br /&gt;We were unlucky in love&lt;br /&gt;But I'd do it all again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We build ourselves a fire&lt;br /&gt;We build ourselves a fire&lt;br /&gt;But you know I am a liar&lt;br /&gt;You know I am a liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know what I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the rolling river is&lt;br /&gt;Exactly where I was&lt;br /&gt;There was no snake oil cure&lt;br /&gt;For unlucky in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be lonely is a habit&lt;br /&gt;Like smoking or taking drugs&lt;br /&gt;And I've quit them both&lt;br /&gt;But man, was it rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am tired&lt;br /&gt;It just made me tired&lt;br /&gt;Let's build ourselves a fire&lt;br /&gt;Let's build ourselves a fire &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-3769491482745292722?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3769491482745292722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=3769491482745292722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3769491482745292722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3769491482745292722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/acid-tongue.html' title='Acid Tongue'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-9014491927468414435</id><published>2007-08-13T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:56:17.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postsecret'/><title type='text'>PostSecret</title><content type='html'>I love humanity.  And all of the good and the bad that comes with it.  That's why PostSecret is such an amazing body of work that captures such brutal honesty and struggles of every day people that will make you laugh, cry, and see your own reflection in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, some guy asked random strangers on the internet to mail him postcards of their secrets.  Here is a video trailer about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7206050827634103996-9014491927468414435?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/9014491927468414435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=9014491927468414435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/9014491927468414435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/9014491927468414435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/postsecret.html' title='PostSecret'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-1785816533222533636</id><published>2007-08-13T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:06:57.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keys to being good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honesty'/><title type='text'>Keys To Being A Good Person</title><content type='html'>As I get older, I find myself caring less about what others think, and I'm also more and more puzzled over the way people behave. But at the same time, I realize I'm not perfect and being a good person is more important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all reach a point in our lives where we try to be better individuals and human beings in general. So I was trying to come up with a list of things you could do to be "good", but I realized it was pointless. It all comes down to one simple principle. No, it's not giving to charity, volunteering, feeding the homeless, or whatever. Even evil people can be charitable, and they do it for mostly selfish reasons so they can feel good about themselves. And even if you give your entire life savings and free time to charity, it still won't make you any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I've thought about it many times, and I've realized there is one defining quality that all good people share. Honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really simple. Without honesty, you'll never be a good person. And I don't really mean by never telling a lie or always telling the truth (like you were taught in gradeschool). What I mean by being honest is first and foremost being honest with yourself. It's really easy to call someone a liar, but it's very difficult to call yourself a liar and recognize your own faults. If you can't be honest with your own thoughts, emotions, feelings, failings, or humanity.... then you will never be a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I don't mind someone who is rude or an asshole sometimes. Atleast they are honest. I'd much rather deal with them than deal with dishonest people who hide behind social insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. My life lesson #1294. Okay I just made that number up, but I think it's a very important one for me. Be honest with yourself before you try to be honest with others. And don't be afraid of people who are honest. They may be the best people you'll ever meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-1785816533222533636?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1785816533222533636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1785816533222533636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1785816533222533636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1785816533222533636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/keys-to-being-good-person.html' title='Keys To Being A Good Person'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-2179387673153400122</id><published>2007-08-11T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:16.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling alley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rilo kiley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret show'/><title type='text'>i was at a bowling alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/Rr1wf6ITUbI/AAAAAAAAABs/aQOchbv7Jt4/s1600-h/rilo+kiley+bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097354046735602098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/Rr1wf6ITUbI/AAAAAAAAABs/aQOchbv7Jt4/s200/rilo+kiley+bowling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching Rilo Kiley play at a not so secret show. People were bowling. Rilo Kiley was rocking. I'm exhausted. Wow. I need time to think about what just happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-2179387673153400122?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2179387673153400122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=2179387673153400122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/2179387673153400122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/2179387673153400122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-was-at-bowling-alley.html' title='i was at a bowling alley'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/Rr1wf6ITUbI/AAAAAAAAABs/aQOchbv7Jt4/s72-c/rilo+kiley+bowling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-696637481454866189</id><published>2007-08-06T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:36:12.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whistle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young folks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter bjorn and john'/><title type='text'>Peter, Bjorn &amp; John - Young Folks</title><content type='html'>I love this video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51V1VMkuyx0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51V1VMkuyx0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we don't care about the young folks&lt;br /&gt;talkin' bout the young style&lt;br /&gt;and we don't care about the old folks&lt;br /&gt;talkin' 'bout the old style too&lt;br /&gt;and we don't care about their own faults&lt;br /&gt;talkin' 'bout our own style&lt;br /&gt;all we care 'bout is talking&lt;br /&gt;talking only me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm going to be whistling this all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-696637481454866189?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/696637481454866189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=696637481454866189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/696637481454866189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/696637481454866189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/peter-bjorn-john-young-folks.html' title='Peter, Bjorn &amp; John - Young Folks'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-8822677270143707828</id><published>2007-08-04T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:16.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the night starts here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in our bedroom after the war'/><title type='text'>Stars - In Our Bedroom After The War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RrT8iKITUaI/AAAAAAAAABk/rxd5kZVHHrQ/s1600-h/stars+-+in+our+bedroom+after+the+war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094974742227800482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RrT8iKITUaI/AAAAAAAAABk/rxd5kZVHHrQ/s200/stars+-+in+our+bedroom+after+the+war.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/stars"&gt;Stars&lt;/a&gt; released their upcoming album &lt;strong&gt;In Our Bedroom After The War&lt;/strong&gt; digitally through iTunes a few weeks ago. The album itself won't officially be released on CD until September, but they figured since the album would be leaked anyways, they'd rather allow their fans to purchase the album legally online first. What an unexpected surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know Stars, they are an indie Canadian band that manages to craft the most beautiful pop songs out of usually very depressing subjects mixed with love, lust, fears, death, heart breaks, angst, and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been absorbing myself into every second, riff, beat, and lyric of this album since purchasing it a week ago. The opening three tracks are classic Stars. Starting off with the pulsating down-tempo electronic instrumental &lt;em&gt;The Beginning After The End&lt;/em&gt;, it prepares you for the next fifty three minutes of musical soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second track, &lt;em&gt;The Night Starts Here&lt;/em&gt;, is where the album really begins. This song calls you. It calls you to forget your fears, take action, make the first move, and want more from everything in life. The line: &lt;em&gt;"The night starts here. The night starts here. Forget your name. Forget your fear."&lt;/em&gt; is the center of this song as its message is rhythmically repeated over and over as the main chorus. It's as if the artists are trying to imprint this one message into your brain as the last impression you'll ever have of this album if you only listen to it once. To forget everything you've ever known. To forget your name and your past. No matter what you've done. Remember, &lt;em&gt;"The night starts here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next track, &lt;em&gt;Take Me To The Riot&lt;/em&gt; is another soon to be classic Stars song that only they can deliver so well thanks to Torquil Campbell and Amy Millan's soft yet upbeat harmonies. And check out the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You sprung me, I’m grateful. I love when you tell me not to speak. I owe you, but I know you. You’ll have me back but it’s gonna take a week .... Let’s do that, just feed me. I hate when I have to get to sleep. You despise me and I love you. It’s not much but it’s just enough to keep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other track that stands out for me is the song&lt;em&gt; Personal&lt;/em&gt;. In Stars fashion, they manage to craft an entire song based on a personal ad. &lt;em&gt;"wanted: single f. under 33. must enjoy the sun. must enjoy the sea. sought by single m. mrs destiny. send photo to address. is it you and me?"&lt;/em&gt; It's one of the most beautiful and depressing songs you'll hear all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I could go on and on with the rest of the songs from this album, but I don't think I have the time. Is it better than their last album &lt;em&gt;Set Yourself On Fire&lt;/em&gt;? Well, no but only because that album is probably one of my favorite albums of all time. But I'm still grateful Stars are still producing the most eloquent, beautiful, and depressing indie pop songs ever. And I can't wait to see them in Los Angeles at the Orpheum Theatre this November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's their video of Your Ex-Lover Is Dead from their 2005 album&lt;em&gt; Set Yourself On Fire&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2yJSFHTrgM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2yJSFHTrgM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stars - Your Ex-Lover Is Dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that was strange to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Introduced by a friend of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Smiled and said, "Yes, I think we've met before"&lt;br /&gt;In that instant it started to pour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captured a taxi despite all the rain&lt;br /&gt;We drove in silence across Pont Champlain&lt;br /&gt;And all of that time you thought I was sad&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to remember your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin&lt;br /&gt;You tried to reach deep but you never got in&lt;br /&gt;And now you're outside me, you see all the beauty&lt;br /&gt;Repent all your sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but time and a face that you'll lose&lt;br /&gt;I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news&lt;br /&gt;From the house down the road from real love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I have to say so I'll be brave&lt;br /&gt;You were what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I gave what I gave&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry I met you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry it's over&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to save&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-8822677270143707828?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8822677270143707828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=8822677270143707828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8822677270143707828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8822677270143707828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/stars-in-our-bedroom-after-war.html' title='Stars - In Our Bedroom After The War'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RrT8iKITUaI/AAAAAAAAABk/rxd5kZVHHrQ/s72-c/stars+-+in+our+bedroom+after+the+war.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-3154041461013684610</id><published>2007-08-02T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:34:33.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='percussionist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn Glennie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><title type='text'>deaf percussionist</title><content type='html'>Ok so all this talk about female drummers made me remember seeing a video once of a deaf woman percussionist named Evelyn Glennie.  She recently gave a talk and presentation at the TED conference where she talks about listening to music through your body.  It's a rather lengthy video, but very inspirational the way she not only tells you but shows you the difference between playing music and performing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IU3V6zNER4g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IU3V6zNER4g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7206050827634103996-3154041461013684610?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3154041461013684610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=3154041461013684610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3154041461013684610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3154041461013684610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/deaf-percussionist.html' title='deaf percussionist'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-3304546504797452053</id><published>2007-08-01T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:08:58.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drummers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karen carpenter'/><title type='text'>karen carpenter</title><content type='html'>At a recent 'rock' show, someone commented about how cool the band was to have a female drummer.  I've always wondered why there were so few female drummers out there.  And searching Google ended up with little or no information about the history of female drumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only famous female drummer I knew about was Karen Carpenter.  Back in 1968, she was drumming when it was 'improper' for girls to be drumming.  Thanks to her, she paved the way for future female drummers to pick up the sticks.  So here's a tribute to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PAy6Ab3CcQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PAy6Ab3CcQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7206050827634103996-3304546504797452053?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3304546504797452053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=3304546504797452053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3304546504797452053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/3304546504797452053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/karen-carpenter.html' title='karen carpenter'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-5879041430774979196</id><published>2007-08-01T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:07:36.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends sometimes suck'/><title type='text'>people are weird</title><content type='html'>Alright, I need a break.  I've got nothing to really write about except how people just frustrate me sometimes.  I don't understand people. Why can't we all just get along?  People are so sensitive about everything.  From now on, I'm going to be careful who I associate with myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful out there.  Especially if you have a 'friend' who tries to turn your other friends against you or has a habit of talking shit about people behind their backs.  I think that's the biggest warning sign.  If you know a shit talker friend who hates everyone and talks crap about their so-called friends, you could be next.  Sometimes, it's just not worth it to know somebody.  Even as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shrug it off, try to be a better person, and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-5879041430774979196?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5879041430774979196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=5879041430774979196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5879041430774979196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5879041430774979196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/08/people-are-weird.html' title='people are weird'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-2118501068213069283</id><published>2007-07-29T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T13:50:43.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fields'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if you fail we all fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the death'/><title type='text'>More Fields</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm going to post some more Fields videos from their string sessions at Kore Studios so I can easily watch them over and over again another hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this band doesn't make it big, there is no justice in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Death&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzSxTGaQN14"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzSxTGaQN14" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If You Fail We All Fail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YEf28yLmX4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YEf28yLmX4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-2118501068213069283?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2118501068213069283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=2118501068213069283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/2118501068213069283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/2118501068213069283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-fields.html' title='More Fields'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-4565692275538857695</id><published>2007-07-28T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:32:51.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fields'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything last winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you brought this on yourself'/><title type='text'>Fields</title><content type='html'>So what am I listening to now? Fields! They're like an anglo shoegaze version of Arcade Fire except from the UK. Their songs are filled with lots of acoustic and electric guitars layered upon synths and vocal harmonies with melodic sensibility.  I was supposed to see them a couple weeks ago in Los Angeles at the Hammer Museum but apparently they cancelled.  Hopefully, they'll come to LA soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, they released their debut album this year called Everything Last Winter. Stand out tracks include Songs for the Fields, You Brought This On Yourself, The Death, Feathers, and Parasite.  All in all, a great album for the summer from start to finish.  Here is a video of them playing &lt;em&gt;You Brought This On Yourself&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-bxFPKqqXc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-bxFPKqqXc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-4565692275538857695?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4565692275538857695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=4565692275538857695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4565692275538857695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4565692275538857695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/fields.html' title='Fields'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-7816413619274368846</id><published>2007-07-23T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:16.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='four legged tennis freak girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vinyl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde redhead'/><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>So there I was. Walking into one of the last record stores in Pasadena, CA not expecting much. Then I saw it hanging on the wall. Blonde Redhead's latest album 23 on vinyl. Just look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RqWOraITUZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Dy7xfyYQ8ZQ/s1600-h/blonde+redhead+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090631830211875218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RqWOraITUZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Dy7xfyYQ8ZQ/s320/blonde+redhead+23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on the cover informs you it's a Blonde Redhead album besides the cherry red sticker slapped on the side. (It also acts as a tamper proof seal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not exactly sure why I'm so drawn to this album considering I'm not the biggest Blonde Redhead fan. It could be the album art. Or maybe because one day me and my cohort once joked we would wear Blonde Redhead tshirts to a Long Blondes concert and procede to make a scene by claiming we went to the wrong concert. We never did, but the thought of it always breaks a smile on my face. Or maybe because the music is that good. Whatever! I know what I like. And I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7816413619274368846?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7816413619274368846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7816413619274368846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7816413619274368846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7816413619274368846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RqWOraITUZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Dy7xfyYQ8ZQ/s72-c/blonde+redhead+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-7466034682064949445</id><published>2007-07-22T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:22:36.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watson twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='born secular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jenney lewis'/><title type='text'>Born Secular</title><content type='html'>So why am i up 12:32am on a Saturday evening in bed lights off writing this? Just rediscovering a song that I hated before but now I love. It only took me a good year to fully understand and appreciate this song. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's Jenny Lewis's agnostic lyrics, the innocent casio-like drum beat, the Watson twins' haunting vocals, the three minute long drum exitlude. Who knows. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I can't stop listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born Secular&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born secular and inconsolable&lt;br /&gt;I heard that he walked, he walked the earth&lt;br /&gt;God goes where he wants&lt;br /&gt;And who knows where he is not&lt;br /&gt;Not in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the way mothers greet their sons&lt;br /&gt;When it's a moment too late&lt;br /&gt;It's the law of the land&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes the dam just breaks&lt;br /&gt;God works in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;And God gives and then he takes&lt;br /&gt;From me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" width="300" height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.sightful.com/born_secular.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sightful.com/born_secular.mp3"&gt;mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7466034682064949445?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7466034682064949445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7466034682064949445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7466034682064949445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7466034682064949445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/born-secular.html' title='Born Secular'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-6091988272798947923</id><published>2007-07-06T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:17.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Armenian Monopoly on Cymbals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__0HDjFnu-h0/Ro61xBvYDKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/G9dMi8C1xWQ/s1600-h/armenian+cymbal+monopoly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__0HDjFnu-h0/Ro61xBvYDKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/G9dMi8C1xWQ/s400/armenian+cymbal+monopoly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084200883233229986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So... looking at these cymbals at a recent "rock show" (no. I'm not 40) made me think:  Why are the brands on these cymbals all like Armenian last names? I looked into Zildjian and Sabian. Seems they are credited as being Turkish. But hey, we all know what the Turks did to the Armenians and how they stole their coffee, women, wealth, and cymbals! So anyway, apparently their story is much like that of Adidas and Puma: same family forks into different companies.  The two are in a feud. Read more about it here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.armeniapedia.org/index.php?title=Zildjian"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; http://www.armeniapedia.org/index.php?title=Zildjian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-6091988272798947923?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6091988272798947923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=6091988272798947923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6091988272798947923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6091988272798947923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/armenian-monopoly-on-cymbals.html' title='Armenian Monopoly on Cymbals?'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__0HDjFnu-h0/Ro61xBvYDKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/G9dMi8C1xWQ/s72-c/armenian+cymbal+monopoly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-6015307175232858504</id><published>2007-07-06T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:33:12.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Also I Like to Rock</title><content type='html'>Also I Like to Rock is the name of the series of new band shows at the Hammer Museum in Los Angeles.  The phrase seemed syntactially misarranged to me. I would have said "I also like to rock," but then realized why. For years now, since 1990 to be exact, I have mis-sung the lyrics to "Humpty Dance" and I just found this out!  I thought he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Also told ya that I like to bite&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, I guess it's obvious, I also like to ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;All ya had to do was give Humpty a chance&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm gonna do my dance.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually says that he likes to WRITE. What the FUCK if you could please excuse my fowl language (which should never be synomymous with French). This is a rap song and he likes to WRITE? I guess if he raps about liking to bite, then he can also write about liking to write. So after this revelation, I thought more about the song and realized Humpty is no Arthur Rimbaud. I mean I knew this, but read this stanza (can I call it a stanza?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo fat girl, come here are ya ticklish?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Digital Underground at UCSB in 1998 or so. Humpty was actually kinda hot when he took his nose off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, another topic will ensue bc this entry was really random!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-6015307175232858504?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6015307175232858504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=6015307175232858504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6015307175232858504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6015307175232858504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/also-i-like-to-rock.html' title='Also I Like to Rock'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-4312000905612778812</id><published>2007-07-06T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:02:35.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Mike Patton</title><content type='html'>Mike Patton is an asshole. Actually he's not. He's just honest and talks shit and I think it would be great if he contributed to this blog. This interview is REALLY OLD but it's hilarious.  I'm following Darrenster's last entry. Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XICNeeg9uM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XICNeeg9uM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7206050827634103996-4312000905612778812?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4312000905612778812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=4312000905612778812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4312000905612778812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4312000905612778812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-mike-patton.html' title='I love Mike Patton'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-690609664231192857</id><published>2007-07-05T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:34:12.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike patton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolfmother'/><title type='text'>Mike Patton Hates Wolfmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIzYrAlq-hY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIzYrAlq-hY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7206050827634103996-690609664231192857?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/690609664231192857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=690609664231192857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/690609664231192857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/690609664231192857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/mike-patton-hates-wolfmother.html' title='Mike Patton Hates Wolfmother'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-915884344181987815</id><published>2007-07-02T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:03:04.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing Music Gets Summer-appropriate!</title><content type='html'>Since this blog's become highly music-oriented, I have to rave about my new fave album that lets me look at the sunny sides of Pink Floyd and Radiohead-- 2 of my favorite bands.  Easystar Allstars are a group that covered a bunch of Radiohead songs in an album called Radiodread. They also covered The Darkside of the Moon by Pink Floyd and called it Dub Side of the Moon. Very clever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy I can now listen to my favorite songs in Dub Reggae and enjoy a drink or two without weeping.  I can play these in the sun without too many "are you depressed" looks! Yipeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch "Let Down" here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4biAMCaJtu8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4biAMCaJtu8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7206050827634103996-915884344181987815?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/915884344181987815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=915884344181987815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/915884344181987815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/915884344181987815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/depressing-music-gets-summer.html' title='Depressing Music Gets Summer-appropriate!'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-2750944317238491532</id><published>2007-07-02T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:21:55.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edith, Je T'aime</title><content type='html'>I love Edith Piaf's music. And now that I've seen La Vie en Rose (Called La Mome in France), I love her even more.  She came from humble beginings. Not just humble, but destitute. She was raised by her alcoholic street-singing mother for some time while her father was a contortionist in the circus. Then she lived with her Berber grandma Aicha, then in her paternal grandma's brothel, went blind for a few months, had every disease known to man, and died at 47.  She found true love once but the guy died in a plane crash on his way to visiting her. Her "Papa LePlee" was killed by a mob member she knew... She was said to have brought bad luck to people. But she, herself, survived numerous car crashes and near-death experiences. Her daughter, Marcelle, died at age 2. She had nobody but her few loyal cohorts at the end.  She sang with so much emotion and gusto that it blew people away.  If you visit her grave a Pere Lachaise in Paris, you will see people there, even in the rain... Those who saw her perform will never forget her. All this, and she was only 4'8". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to a New Yorker article by Judith Thurman, called "French Blues", this movie was not well-recieved in France.  Given the time of its release (during elections and national identity issues) it should have done well. BUT the French managed to see their identity lost in the portrayal of Edith... They said the movie had too many American cliches, like the press clips flickering on the screen to denote notable moments. Yes, we've all seen that a hundred times but Marion Cotillard was amazing in this movie.  She should get major credit for this, if not an oscar!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I could have almost named this article Marion, Je T'aime if it weren't that I love Edith's music and that is the reason I saw the movie in the first place. She hand-picked her songs and they meant something to her. That is how she conveyed her emotions so well.. she meant what she said. With everything that happened to her, she was an undying optimist though it may not be told that way.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video and keep these lyrics in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ! Rien de rien                         &lt;br /&gt;No, nothing of nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ! Je ne regrette rien                 &lt;br /&gt;No, I regret nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait                  &lt;br /&gt;Neither the good, that has been done to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni le mal tout ça m'est bien égal !        &lt;br /&gt;Nor the bad, all this is equal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ! Rien de rien                         &lt;br /&gt;Non ! Je ne regrette rien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est payé, balayé, oublié                 &lt;br /&gt;It's been paid, swept and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me fous du passé !                      &lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec mes souvenirs                         &lt;br /&gt;With my memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai allumé le feu                         &lt;br /&gt;I lit a fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs                 &lt;br /&gt;My chagrins, my pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux !                &lt;br /&gt;I no longer need them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balayées les amours                        &lt;br /&gt;wept away the loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et tous leurs trémolos                     &lt;br /&gt;And all their sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balayés pour toujours                      &lt;br /&gt;Swept away forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je repars à zéro                           &lt;br /&gt;I restart at zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ! Rien de rien&lt;br /&gt;Non ! Je ne regrette rien&lt;br /&gt;Ni le bien, qu'on m'a fait&lt;br /&gt;Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ! Rien de rien&lt;br /&gt;Non ! Je ne regrette rien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car ma vie, car mes joies                 &lt;br /&gt;Because my life, because my joys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui, ça commence avec toi !       &lt;br /&gt;Today, it starts with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_QABS88nDc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_QABS88nDc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7206050827634103996-2750944317238491532?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2750944317238491532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=2750944317238491532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/2750944317238491532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/2750944317238491532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/edith-je-taime.html' title='Edith, Je T&apos;aime'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-232068223362471963</id><published>2007-07-02T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:17.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many members'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m from barcelona'/><title type='text'>Dude, you got too many band members</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RolkrsmAEVI/AAAAAAAAABU/7lnTl4R-Zfs/s1600-h/imfrombarcelona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082704356332015954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RolkrsmAEVI/AAAAAAAAABU/7lnTl4R-Zfs/s200/imfrombarcelona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imagine if there was a great flood and you had to rescue one type of each hipster before it drowned everyone in Echo Park. You'll probably end up with a group that looks similar to the band &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/imfrombarcelona"&gt;I'm From Barcelona&lt;/a&gt;. If you don't know about them, they're an overly enthusiastic pop band with 29 band members. Yeah you heard me. 29 band members. You got the guy with the trucker hat, the nerdy girl with librarian glasses, the cardigan wearing Mr Rogers dude. They're all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no idea why anyone would want to start a band with 29 members, but if it were me, I'd go with a minimalist approach by having one guitarist, one drummer, and twenty-seven maraca players. Yeah I'd totally blow everyone away with my wall of maracas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwhWkFQ5nLQ"&gt;video of them playing live&lt;/a&gt; if you think I just made all this up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-232068223362471963?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/232068223362471963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=232068223362471963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/232068223362471963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/232068223362471963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/dude-you-got-too-many-band-members.html' title='Dude, you got too many band members'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RolkrsmAEVI/AAAAAAAAABU/7lnTl4R-Zfs/s72-c/imfrombarcelona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-5544591202247417261</id><published>2007-07-01T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:05:37.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grass is Greener in Writing</title><content type='html'>I was at a friend's birthday party where I met a couple who seemed very well-matched and very close. They had met online. This made me think...is it really possible to date online and meet someone that is actually well-matched and fall in love? We hae all seen commercials but I wanted real, logical proof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin helped me sharpen my perspective.  He said that meeting someone as a blind date or online is always a let-down because things look so much better when displayed as a marketing piece.  So for example.. you know those infomercials about the Pilates videos that show someone go from size 18 to size 4 in a few short months, are not actually as magical as they claim. The regimen and the accompanying diet, followed precisely and unwaveringly is what makes them work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to thinking: if you really WANT to fall in love, can you? They say allowing things to happen is half the battle. So.. if I allow myself to warm up to a stranger that was talked up by a friend or by himself on his internet dating site, then I can fall in love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me think about the process of falling in love, which to me can be described somewhat systematically for me.  I think for me, love is like going deep into the forest and getting lost with no way back. I have to be led into this forest gradually.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason the first time one falls in love is so special is that it just happens without any maps or any intention to navigate or be aware of what is happening. There is no prejudice and no expectations and no benchmarks.  You go on about things, have some fun, and before you know it, you've literally fallen into a hole, a well, a pit, and you just fell!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NEXT time you suspect or anticipate a fall, you are all flexed up... thinking about how you could lower yourself more intentionally than just falling.  This is a normal human reflex.  It's like when you've say burned your hand a few times, you are going to be very cautious and hesitant around fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that dorky couple I met last night were sort of funny. They are both extremely nerdy but I think they both find themselves and eachother very cool which is the sign of a good fit. I wonder what they would say about their love. Did it look better from the outside? Were THEY themselves marketing their relationship and I mistook that for love?  It's hard to say....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-5544591202247417261?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5544591202247417261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=5544591202247417261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5544591202247417261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5544591202247417261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/07/grass-is-greener-in-writing.html' title='The Grass is Greener in Writing'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-6161145304912979737</id><published>2007-06-29T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:47:36.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steve jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>Happy iPhone Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8DvFKGUJr_Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8DvFKGUJr_Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy iPhone Day! I mean iDay! Yay, I'm looking forward to spending my day at work dealing with all the jerks flaunting their new iPhones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and check out &lt;a href="http://fakesteve.blogspot.com/2007/06/june-29-2007-day-world-changed.html"&gt;Fake Steve Jobs' blog post&lt;/a&gt; about this historic day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I am proud to have given meaning to your life. I am proud to have invented iPhone and designed iPhone and brought iPhone to the world. I feel, in a way, humbled by your adoration. But in another way not humbled. Anyway. My whole life has built up to this moment. I believe that this is what I was put on the earth to achieve. I thank you all for sharing this historic day with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well said Fake Steve Jobs! We applaud you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-6161145304912979737?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6161145304912979737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=6161145304912979737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6161145304912979737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/6161145304912979737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-iphone-day.html' title='Happy iPhone Day'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-1655709724166632352</id><published>2007-06-28T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:24:51.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like turtles'/><title type='text'>I Like Turtles</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMNry4PE93Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMNry4PE93Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a slow blog day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-1655709724166632352?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1655709724166632352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1655709724166632352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1655709724166632352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1655709724166632352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-turtles.html' title='I Like Turtles'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-7288719186054517956</id><published>2007-06-27T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:17.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dummies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candles'/><title type='text'>What I Learned From Homemade Soap and Dummies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a conversation with a friend today about her well off relative who ended up spending ten years of her life in college due to her indecision to pick a major or have any direction in her life. In the end, she ended up getting married soon after college and was given a brand new house from her parents as a wedding gift. I asked what she was doing now and my friend told me she doesn't work but has the time enough to make homemade soap to give to her friends as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I pondered how much time would one have to have in their lives to one day be bored enough that they'd actually consider making soap as a hobby. Well, we both concluded it would take as much time as it would take for someone to consider candle making a serious passion. And since my friend was completely clueless about the art of candle making, I semi-seriously suggested her to google 'Candle Making For Dummies' knowing that such a book might exist. And to our delight, it did. But reality gave us a more than we had hoped for with the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Making-Candles-Dummies-Sports-Hobbies/dp/0764574086"&gt;Making Candles &amp;amp; Soaps For Dummies&lt;/a&gt;. Needless to say, we were both in hysterics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a result, I have a new favorite game. Googling for Dummy books that shouldn't exist but probably do. For example, "Blogging For Dummies".  Now you might think, "Oh c'mon. No... no way.... who would write or buy that... hmmm ok wait... damn, that probably does exists huh."  But before I found out, I used the handy &lt;a href="http://www.signgenerator.org/books/dummies/"&gt;Dummy Book Generator&lt;/a&gt; to create a possible cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RoNj6smAETI/AAAAAAAAABE/djFSd7VAHao/s1600-h/blogging+for+dummies.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081014664658161970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RoNj6smAETI/AAAAAAAAABE/djFSd7VAHao/s400/blogging+for+dummies.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you're still doubtful, yes that Dummy book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blogging-Dummies-Computer-Tech/dp/0471770841"&gt;does exist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-7288719186054517956?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7288719186054517956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=7288719186054517956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7288719186054517956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/7288719186054517956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-i-learned-from-homemade-soap-and.html' title='What I Learned From Homemade Soap and Dummies'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RoNj6smAETI/AAAAAAAAABE/djFSd7VAHao/s72-c/blogging+for+dummies.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-1176087913822545436</id><published>2007-06-26T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:17.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stationary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejected'/><title type='text'>1938 Disney Rejection Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RoIIn8mAESI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W6zTXagdX0k/s1600-h/632255233_213684641e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080632812000776482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RoIIn8mAESI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W6zTXagdX0k/s400/632255233_213684641e_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy was sifting through grandma's old stuff when he found a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/polaroid/632255233/"&gt;rejection letter from Disney from 1938&lt;/a&gt;.  Here's a snippet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Miss Ford:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your letter of recent date has been received in the Inking and Painting Department for reply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Women do not do any of the creative work in connection with preparing the cartoons for the screen, as that work is performed entirely by young men.  For this reason girls are not considered for the training school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So what can we learn from all this? Disney had some awesome stationary back in 1938.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-1176087913822545436?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1176087913822545436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1176087913822545436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1176087913822545436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1176087913822545436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/1938-disney-rejection-letter.html' title='1938 Disney Rejection Letter'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RoIIn8mAESI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W6zTXagdX0k/s72-c/632255233_213684641e_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-5848074724468396428</id><published>2007-06-25T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:18.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infamous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kfc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fast Food Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RoCKGeyjXlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/djpmQSq3phc/s1600-h/foodreality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080212223622864466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RoCKGeyjXlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/djpmQSq3phc/s400/foodreality.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a funny yet compelling web site I visited recently. It's a picture gallery contrasting the fast food industry's &lt;a href="http://www.thewvsr.com/adsvsreality.htm"&gt;ad photos vs the real thing&lt;/a&gt;.  Highlights include KFC's Infamous Bowl and Arby's Squashed Beef And Cheddar.  I would write about it more if the pictures weren't so damn obvious.  So just visit the site and enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-5848074724468396428?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5848074724468396428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=5848074724468396428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5848074724468396428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5848074724468396428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/fast-food-reality.html' title='Fast Food Reality'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RoCKGeyjXlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/djpmQSq3phc/s72-c/foodreality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-1637963639260071162</id><published>2007-06-24T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:17:47.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='att'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ha ha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mates of state'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><title type='text'>Mates of State</title><content type='html'>I was in my kitchen the other day with my tv on in the background, and I was nearly floored when I heard a song I'd never imagine coming out of my tube.  My first thought was, "Wait, I know this song."  My second thought was, "No, that's impossible.  There's no way they'd be on tv."  But I then looked up and saw them.  Mates of State in an AT&amp;T commercial!  Not only were they on tv, they were playing a clip from my personal favorite song "For The Actor" (which was not even a single) from their 2006 album Bring It Back.  And most of you are probably asking yourselves, Mates of Who?  Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I usually dont get this excited over a lame tv spot, but Mates of State are the exception.  They're an indie-pop wife and husband duo where the girl plays the keyboard while the the dude plays the drums.  But don't let their lack of instruments fool you.  They manage to craft the most intricate vocal harmonies, tempo changes, and melodic textures into every one of their songs.  It's one of those bands that makes you hate music because they are so good but haven't received the mainstream exposure or success that they deserve.  Hopefully that'll change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video clip of them in studio recording one of their songs "Ha Ha":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcFCdogUMSE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcFCdogUMSE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/7206050827634103996-1637963639260071162?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1637963639260071162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1637963639260071162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1637963639260071162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1637963639260071162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/mates-of-state.html' title='Mates of State'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-946385672995939376</id><published>2007-06-22T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:18.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gypsies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ima robot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>LACMA, gypsies, and je ne suis pas un robot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RnwhmeyjXjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sSYkKbp9FbM/s1600-h/586718709_8dffcd727f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RnwhmeyjXjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sSYkKbp9FbM/s320/586718709_8dffcd727f_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078971424750919218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to put on my faux hipster hat today and talk about LACMA last night and how IMA Robot dresses like a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eatmeatnow/586718675/"&gt;band of kurdish gypsies&lt;/a&gt;.  But I read SB's (formerly known as HC) epiphanous entry yesterday about people being robots, and it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is kinda like one of those optical illusions where one person stares at an image and sees a young couple enjoying a nice meal while another person viewing the same photo will see a frightening fire breathing skull from the depths of hell!  Yeah, I guess we could say we're all just robots following the same conventions and rules as everyone else.  Like washing your hands before a meal or wearing hairnets even if you're bald.  But it's all about perception.  If you think you're a robot, the world won't change but you might see yourself and others differently than before.  Or perhaps you think the opposite and think we all have a free will and have the opportunity to change the course of our lives at any moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But which is true?  Are we all just robots following our genetically encoded program?  Or are we free spirits in the world with limitless potential and direction?  Well, I think the answer is both.  It's just a matter of refocusing your perception on life's optical illusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-946385672995939376?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/946385672995939376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=946385672995939376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/946385672995939376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/946385672995939376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/lacma-gypsies-and-je-ne-suis-pas-un.html' title='LACMA, gypsies, and je ne suis pas un robot!'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RnwhmeyjXjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sSYkKbp9FbM/s72-c/586718709_8dffcd727f_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-5159790935644803943</id><published>2007-06-22T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:05:37.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ima Robot?</title><content type='html'>Well I think we all are.. I think DKimster will probably write an entry with the same title bc he likes the band. But honestly I think that band has a brilliant name. Why? because it made me think... And now here is what it led me to: we all ARE robots!! Thats because we do stupid things like apply the same logic to everything all the time and call it a law. So for example, we don't want hair in our food so we put a hairnet on food handlers' heads. But what about the hair gorilla types? I've had ARM hair in my food before... nose hair.. other hair. &lt;br /&gt;ok. I'm SO tired. And I had a few beers tonight. Both at work and then at LACMA. Stay tuned to read Dkimster's entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-5159790935644803943?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5159790935644803943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=5159790935644803943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5159790935644803943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5159790935644803943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/ima-robot.html' title='Ima Robot?'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-5230513778552856037</id><published>2007-06-21T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:33:17.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='look'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dun dun dun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prairie dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><title type='text'>funniest five second clip ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8Kyi0WNg40"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8Kyi0WNg40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many known successful formulas to create comedy gold, but who would've expected:  camera zoom + dramatic music + a prairie dog = the funniest five second video clip ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-5230513778552856037?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5230513778552856037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=5230513778552856037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5230513778552856037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/5230513778552856037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/funniest-five-second-clip-ever.html' title='funniest five second clip ever'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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-7206050827634103996.post-4733654393151267652</id><published>2007-06-20T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:18.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lily allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snooty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie'/><title type='text'>Lily Allen Was A Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RnoK-uyjXiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xlbqmYKs-fA/s1600-h/lilyallen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RnoK-uyjXiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xlbqmYKs-fA/s320/lilyallen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078383602641886754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How did she get in?  Who made her famous?  Which idiot decided she was obscure enough to bring her into my circle of knowledge?  You know who are you!  Shame on you!  Shame on you NME!  Shame on you Pitchfork!  Shame on all you bloggers and Lily Allen's myspace friends.  You should all be ashamed of yourselves.  Look at what you've created!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily Allen is like the priviledged childhood actress who gained too much attention and fame at an early age.  Except she hasn't crashed her father's mercedes into a tree yet.  Yes, Lily Allen is the Lindsay Lohan of indie music.  And her music?  Lily Allen is to indie pop as Avril Lavigne is to punk.  So stop it!  And you have nothing but yourselves to blame for creating this snooty brat.  So stop writing about her!  Stop requesting yourself as her myspace friend.  Stop giving her an audience.  And stop listening to her music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my fellow americans, just because she has a british accent and shops at a vintage store doesn't mean she's any more sophiscated or brighter than say Kelly Clarkson.  Just admit it.  Lily Allen was a mistake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-4733654393151267652?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4733654393151267652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=4733654393151267652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4733654393151267652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4733654393151267652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/lily-allen-was-mistake.html' title='Lily Allen Was A Mistake'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/RnoK-uyjXiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xlbqmYKs-fA/s72-c/lilyallen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-8765402389263759798</id><published>2007-06-20T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:16:47.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God or.. Internet is God</title><content type='html'>This is an un-novel thought about how the Internet has given religions a run for their money. I mean we have literally outsourced conscience. We have outsourced it to cookies, viruses we pick up visiting various sites, YouTube, and the search engines that gather and keep your data. There are satellite images of your house, of you, of all your actions.  The web has a very strong memory. It can cache your results for ever! Even God forgives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-8765402389263759798?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8765402389263759798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=8765402389263759798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8765402389263759798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/8765402389263759798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/god-or-internet-is-god.html' title='God or.. Internet is God'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-4907600690728781137</id><published>2007-06-19T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:14:53.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing and various types of kissers</title><content type='html'>There are many types of kissing and kissers. In terms of kissing types, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;1-Ass-kissing&lt;br /&gt;2-butterfly kissing&lt;br /&gt;3-kissing on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;4-French kissing which is like.. mouth to mouth but like with active tongues.&lt;br /&gt;5-kissing something goodbye &lt;br /&gt;6-pecks (like a little short-lived muah on the mouth)&lt;br /&gt;7-air kisses&lt;br /&gt;8-air kisses having been relayed by the hand and not just the air. Meaning you kiss your hand and wave the kiss out to the person.&lt;br /&gt;9-blowing kisses, which is like making sure your air kiss (with the hand) involves some direction so that it arrives at its desired location or the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to kiss my friends hello when I see them. But sometimes some people have funky smells I don't like. Also, some people are uncomfortable kissing others so they get all crazy and mistake the sides and end up in your face, almost giving you a peck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like to kiss dudes. I'm a female and straight so it comes naturally. Sometimes though I get weird kissers. The kisser types are below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-The camel: they think they are chewing or trying to make food break down with their tongue. If they had sound accompanying their action, it would sound like this: mlaaaaaa, mlaaaaaa, mlaaaaaaaa. I'm not a fan of this type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-The Pucker face. They pucker the fuck up when they want to kiss someone, even when they know it will be an open-garage type kiss. Those are the types that don't think ahead. I mean c'mon! you know what you're about to do.. why the face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-The Nervous Apocalypto. The dude that thinks the world is ending as he approaches your face. It makes me, in turn, think that the world is ending and I want him to go the fuck home. Or anywhere but here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-The Awesome Kiss-anova. The dude who is sooo good, you wonder how many chics he's laid and how he got that way.  Scary. Herpes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-The Lizard. Insert tongue. Keep it still. Take it out. Re-insert. Do this very very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-The Gergory.  Thats the dude that likes the peckity peck. No disrespect to Gregory Peck (he was amazing... probably a great kisser too, but not the alarming kind). But the Gregory likes to just keep it short and sweet and it's just like.. after a few you're like... so when are you going to kiss me for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-The Linger-berry.  This dude hovers around your face for like 20 minutes. Then you finally kiss him. And then he says "Wow! You KISSED ME!" I'm like no shit. I didn't know what else to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-The Spitter:  saliva central. You would think you just tapped into a well. It's gross and you imagine the bubbles forming and it makes for a not so nice image and you start to snarl and then your own kissing style gets all messed up and starts to resemble the Pucker Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'll think of 2 more at the gym and get back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-4907600690728781137?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4907600690728781137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=4907600690728781137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4907600690728781137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/4907600690728781137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/kissing-and-various-types-of-kissers.html' title='Kissing and various types of kissers'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-1994822858619223543</id><published>2007-06-19T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:18.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james murphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sounds of silver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giant head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lcd soundsystem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ever'/><title type='text'>worst video ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/Rnh8H-yjXhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A6VQHenGTz0/s1600-h/james_murphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077945056416194066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/Rnh8H-yjXhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A6VQHenGTz0/s320/james_murphy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually don't mind bad videos. Bad videos are usually accompanied by bad music and because I don't listen to bad music, I'm indifferent. It's like if a tree falls down a thousand miles away in the rainforest and crushes a baby sloth, I didn't hear it. It didn't happen. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every so often, a great song gets an absolutely abhorrent music video. Take LCD Soundsystem's latest single "All My Friends" from their 2007 album Sounds of Silver. The song is arguably the song of the year and quite possibly a definitive anthem for an entire generation. Now follow it up with a music video featuring nothing more than the aged and bloated head of James Murphy in metalic silver-blue face paint lipsyncing to a shortened radio-edited version of his masterpiece. Thankfully, the camera slowly pans away to give the viewer enough time and space to recover from the neck pain caused by excessive cringing during the opening two-minutes. And as a finale, lets pour a bucket of water over the man's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2V_ZT-nyOs"&gt;NOOO!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-1994822858619223543?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1994822858619223543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1994822858619223543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1994822858619223543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1994822858619223543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/worst-video-ever.html' title='worst video ever'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/Rnh8H-yjXhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A6VQHenGTz0/s72-c/james_murphy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-1902503801404814498</id><published>2007-06-18T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:39:19.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky sun dude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black jettas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ima robot'/><title type='text'>LACMA, I'm so there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/Rncu4OyjXgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O_ALqUvB4ek/s1600-h/rsvp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077578648461204994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/Rncu4OyjXgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O_ALqUvB4ek/s320/rsvp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah, Late night at LACMA is coming up soon. Ima Robot, ex-girlfriends, black jettas. I'm so there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first of all, check out their ridiculous acid-inspired and happiness inducing promo artwork. I can't stop staring at that giant sun-faced behemoth leaving a trail of sunshine, lolipops, and rainbows as he tramples the sadness out of Los Angeles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like he's about to devour another shroom. With a monkey on it!! Too bad the poor bastard is too busy powdering his face with fairy dust. Run monkey before the overgrown sun-child eats you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-1902503801404814498?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1902503801404814498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1902503801404814498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1902503801404814498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1902503801404814498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/lacma-im-so-there_18.html' title='LACMA, I&apos;m so there!'/><author><name>darrenster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129753745314967571</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FEg-Gr7nAI4/Rncu4OyjXgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O_ALqUvB4ek/s72-c/rsvp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7206050827634103996.post-1793267708994408126</id><published>2007-06-18T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:24:13.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hipsters</title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my cohort started this entry with the most awesome word (yes, word!) "omg" that conjures up almost as many feelings as the word "fuck", and I will continue.  It's funny how you can have so many words to say when you say them out loud. But without context and having to lead a reader into a subject takes more work, prowess, and well.. harnessed talent. I'm trying to harness my wild horse of a talent, my messy mane, my mildly chaotic aura to funnel you all in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So.. hipsters. What are they? Who are they? Why are they? And how is one made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are steps to being a TRUE hipster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;2-don't give a fuck about not giving a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;3-dress like you want, without copying the Urban Outfitters mannequins exactly.&lt;br /&gt;4-don't be a hippy.&lt;br /&gt;5-in other words, if you think everything or almost everything is cool or great or whatever, you have lost the game.&lt;br /&gt;6-be weird. if you're being yourself, then you're already weird. trick is not to TRY . &lt;br /&gt;7-have B.O. once in a while. B.O. happens, it's natural and like the Beatles said, "let it be".&lt;br /&gt;8-I am thinking of more to say.&lt;br /&gt;9-either get married really early, or late. Nothing around the popular ages of 25-30.  Try 18-24 or 34-40. 31-33 are off-limits.  After 40, you're just a reject. Before 18, you're a hick and have probably already had sex with someone in your family.&lt;br /&gt;10-hate on at least 60% of things you see or hear. But don't talk shit behind people's backs. Just do it in front of them, TO them. That goes back to points 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;11-If I hadn't wasted #8 on some bullshit blabber, I would have had a great list of 10... Be sure to be cultured. Know how to eat, and use/rest your utensils, know foreign foods, speak a foreign language, and have had at least one night sleeping on the sidewalks of Amsterdam (if you are in your 30's) or Vietnam (if you are in your 20's). If you haven't, read about someone who has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Good luck. Check back in with us when you've implemented these measures. If these don't work, you are meant to be a cheerleader, whether you're male or female. So good luck to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7206050827634103996-1793267708994408126?l=effallyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1793267708994408126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7206050827634103996&amp;postID=1793267708994408126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1793267708994408126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7206050827634103996/posts/default/1793267708994408126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effallyall.blogspot.com/2007/06/hipsters.html' title='hipsters'/><author><name>Sexy Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902325873844165485</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
