Hymn de Fin — 09.27.13

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Guess what, chickenbutts—it's music time! Don't you dare be caught crossing the street without your sweet tunes or your super suits. This week we've got White Fences and White Denim, a little 50s/60s influence once again (it's inescapable these days), some fun-time covers and a soft punch of an ending by Night Beds (covering a song from Paul Thomas Anderson's The Master). This promises to be a get-me-through-the-rainy-weekend grab-bag of tunes. God bless.

Into a Dream

— Shannon and the Clams —

Starting Over

— Typhoon —

Have It All

— Yo La Tengo —

Young Hearts

— Maston —

No Real Reason

—White Denim —

Love Song For the Assumed

— The Harmed Brothers —

The Ballad of Little Jane

— Jacco Gardner —

Bless You California (Randy Newman cover)

— White Fence —

You Can Come Home

— Devon Sproule and Mike O'Neill —

No Other Love (Jo Stafford cover)

— Night Beds —

Shannon and the Clams — Into a Dream Typhoon — Starting Over Yo La Tengo — Have It All Maston — Young Hearts White Denim — No Real Reason The Harmed Brothers — Love Song For the Assumed Jacco Gardner — The Ballad of Little Jane White Fence — Bless You California (Randy Newman cover) Devon Sproule and Mike ONeill — You Can Come Home Night Beds — No Other Love (Jo Stafford cover)

Pure Plutonium

Back in the days of Dr. Helicopter, I had the pleasure of playing a show with these fantasmic dudes. They execute a killer set—all kinds of serious funk, beard hair, unearthly body motions and gold necklaces. I sure hope they're still around, balancing the universe. Really...watch this:

New Member of the Movie Marathon Family.

Where would the 80s and 90s be without the selfless, ill-advised career moves of ex-football stars? After years of whipping each other's backsides with wet towels and diligently applying healthy doses of tough-actin' Tinactin to their jock itch, these bad boys suited up for the silver screen. See if you can spot the football stars in this hard-hitting movie marathon. 

And you can check out the full list of sweet movie marathons here. Good day to you, peeps.

(Source: Movpins)

Stone Cold (1991)

Ace Venture: Pet Detective (1994)

Johnny Dangerously (1984)

There's Something About Mary (1998)

Action Jackson (1988)

Firestorm (1998)

House Hunters

Still on the house-hunt, mutherlubbers. C and I considered a pretty nice little spot in Oregon City (without Margaret's approval). But it's just too far out for us. This was cool though:

Hey! It's okay. We're pressin' on...and on and on and on. And Portland: I'm sorry for getting mad. We could always try our chances in this festering booger garden that no one really likes and has never liked, which would require us to sleep standing up in a broom closet, and you could mock us for the rest of your long metropolitan life. But I won't let that happen. Soon we'll be living in the middle of your belly like a couple of satiated ticks.

It's time to get weird.

Be honest now. Raise your hand if you feed rocks to children in the park on your free time.

You there in the back, don't be shy.

(Source: xkcd)

Ahhh.

(Source: Retronaut)

Well, great. I no longer want bear hugs.

What could possibly be worse than a zombie apocalypse?

I like movies and books and taking long strides down the beach.

That's okay. I'll just keep holding my breath.

Gee, your advertisement smells creepy.

What could possibly be worse than a clown apocalypse?

Don't ask me why I love Dave Grohl. You know the answer. You know it.

Lucrative business ventures for hard times.

What could possibly be worse than a vending machine apocalypse?

Rolex? Check. Fresh pasta? Check.

Hymn de Fin — 9.20.13

(Source: Retronaut)

See that contraption? Bottom heavy. That's why I decided to start this week's mix with the heavy on top—like a sweet dollop of Cool hhhWhip. This'n's kicked off by Ty Segall's side project, Fuzz (and he means it). Elsewhere and in between, things get folky, get Portlandy, get Austin Texasy, get Willbilly and maybe even a bit dream poppy. The weekend's coming. Time to get back up on that big-wheeled beast and take 'er for a ride!

{Oh: starting now, I'm including links to the music, so that ya'll can go on exploring these suhweet bands all by your lonesome. Let me know if you find something righteous! The mix will still play in its entirety in the Streampad at the bottom of the blog! Enjoy.}

Loose Sutres

— Fuzz —

Joe

— The We Shared Milk —

Harsh Realm

— Widowspeak —

Unlucky Skin

— Shakey Graves —

Up Against the Wall Redneck Mother

— Willie Nelson & Friends —

Bergen County Farewell

— Glenn Jones —

Movie Music Kills a Kiss

— Califone —

Maureen's

— Strand of Oaks —

Claimed by the Sea

— French For Rabbits —

Yuba Reprise

— Date Palms —

Fuzz — Loose Sutres The We Shared Milk — Joe Widowspeak — Harsh Realm Shakey Graves — Unlucky Skin Willie Nelson & Friends — Up Against the Wall, Redneck Mother Glenn Jones — Bergen County Farewell Califone — Movie Music Kills a Kiss Strand of Oaks — Maureen's French For Rabbits — Claimed By the Sea Date Palms — Yuba Reprise

I'm not mad, Portland. I'm just disappointed.

(Source: Willamette Week)

So: C and M and I have been looking for a new place to live. Started off thinking a little something like this—have sadly gravitated to something more along the lines of this, and will (if the slumlords of hipsterville don't stop pooping on our heads) eventually end up in this. 

What happened to you Portland? I'll answer: you've sold your soul to new management. At this point, I'd take a place with someone else's toenails in my sheets, but even that would come with a hefty whiff of gentrification lingering just around the corner. 

(Source: Jen Sorensen)

Anyone know of a place that isn't a $2000, 300sf studio in a high-rise condo on South Waterfront, and which doesn't have a personal vendetta against dogs or a required deposit the size of a small yacht? Drop us some knowledge. We'd love you forever and pay you back with a savory, slowcooked meal.

It's time to get weird.

The all mighty sovereign of animal flesh has been serving it up your way for decades and it's safe to say its old marketing know-how has suddenly taken a turn for the...I don't know...slithery? The jingles are still pure gold, through and through.

The Segall Has Landed...

Today I feel like paying tribute to Mr. Ty Segall. Eminent rocker. Purveyor of awesome. All around hip old soul. How does he do it? Did he learn from this guy? Some people get all the cool jeans (I mean genes)—just watch him play these drums. 

He's like the coolest little kid I've ever seen. And his taste in music? All over the place—in the best ways. God bless him. If you haven't checked him out yet, do so. You won't regret it.

Ahhh.

I knew it. Wall Street was raised by wolves.

Some stories never end.

Yes, they go on and on, my friends.

Several reasons why CD players are never coming back.

I don't like cats...unless they're sharks.

Proper parenting techniques.

Several reasons why glamor shots are never coming back.

The ability to unicycle while playing blazing bagpipes is insignificant...

...next to the power of the force.

Several reasons why dad jokes will always be around.

Unknown My A**

Hilarious, right?? This past Friday our dear friend Paul and these fine fellows played with these other fine fellows as part of NW Music Fest. C and I almost went. Instead we attended this. It was the right choice at the time—but...aren't these guys suhhhhweet?? Another video below (a Dirty Projectors cover). Check it.

Hymn de Fin — 09.06.13

Raise your hand if you like sweet, soulful music. It's been awhile since the last mix, but this one here will make up for lost time. Let's travel back a ways to the dusty past—where music was lo-fi, guitars were twangy (maybe fuzzy (maybe murky (maybe all three))), and the beat was always steady. We got some Black Mountain funk, dirty psych-folk with tape hiss, the too-cool Bonnie 'Prince' Billy, Bon Iver's friend Phil Cook, and even a surprise visit from Dolly Parton—slowed down to the pitch of a slow-chuggin' train. Just click on the music bar at the bottom and enjoy! 

Lurker

—Steve Gunn—

Jolene (at 33 rpm)

—Dolly Parton—

Demolition Dust

—Ann Pragg—

Don't Stop (Loving Me Now)

—Floating Action—

Every Girl

—Allah-Las—

Two Hands Full of Fingers

—The Non Travellin' Band—

My Kind of Woman

—Mac Demarco—

Moon Woman

—Homeshake—

Blood Embrace

—Bonnie 'Prince' Billy—

The Jensens

—Phil Cook—

Steve Gunn — Lurker Dolly Parton — Jolene (at 33 rpm) Ann Pragg — Demolition Dust Floating Action — Don't Stop (Loving Me Now) Allah-Las — Every Girl The Non Travellin' Band — Two Hands Full of Fingers Mac Demarco — My Kind of Woman Homeshake — Moon Woman Bonnie 'Prince' Billy — Blood Embrace Phil Cook — The Jensens

Dearest Austin.

C and I just got back from Austin, Texas this past Sunday and though I'm glad to be back home, I do already miss the fun company, tasty treats and long rides. We got plenty plump on Gordoughs, loose on Lone Star and all kinds of oily in that hot hot heat. It was a genuine, grade-A blast. 

Thanks Texas.

Wa'll won't never forget you.