Party Ends

   A coworker of mine often eats Lunchables on the go. I can’t figure out if she loves the hipness of embracing an old-school food the same way people are into old-school sneakers, or she just likes the simplicity of the crackers, meat, cheese combination and the lack of effort it takes to assemble all of these food groups into one plastic package. I think it is the later. Anyway- she doesn’t dig the dessert part of the Lunchable and so I often end up with the rejected treat. The candy—Loot Poppin’—is an amazing concoction of Nestle Crunch and Pop Rocks. Neither Nestle nor Pop Rocks are involved in the creation of this wonder product. Instead it would appear as if Loot Poppin’ were created by a group of kid adventurer/scientists called the Lunchable Brigade. You can see their faces on each exciting candy. 

The Lunchable Brigade has some backing from the Kraft Corporation, who when asked if Loot Poppin' can be bought in bulk without buying a complete Lunchable have quite the response:

“It's quite a compliment to know you enjoy our products so much that you took the time to get in touch with us. You're not the first person to ask if the components that make up our delicious products are sold separately.  While we have considered doing just that, we really believe our efforts should remain concentrated on bringing you the entire product, not its components.” 

(thanks Will for your hard hitting quest for consumer satisfaction)

I will have to turn to the black-market now for my pop-rocks chocolate fix in mass quantities.

Fun Fact!!!!

In order to maintain the poppin insanity I like chugging a bottle of water right after I take a big bite. The added moisture flowing thru the mouth really stimulates the poppin’ chemicals to their maturity and consequently sends your taste buds on a roller coaster. 

Here are some MP3s I think the Loot Poppin’ creators -the Lunchable Brigade- would enjoy: 

Thunderbirds are Now! :.. And the chocolate mustache  

After stealing SXSW for me, Thunderbirds Are Now! have me listening to their album Justamustache on repeat in the car. The irreverence, energy, and melody on the record make me remember how cool it was to see a guy play the keyboard with puppets on his hands as a finale to a parking lot show. 

cLOUDDEAD : pop song

I have been in a good anticon records mood lately. New record store around the corner has an Anticon vinyl section that is hurting my wallet…and saw Why? open for Islands where the 2 person percussion blew my mind. cLOUDDEAD’s album “ten” was some of my first exposure to the whole anticon sound (or whatever)

Fear of Pop: Fear of Pop 

Before the Ben Folds Five final album The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner came out, Ben Folds put out a solo album under the moniker Fear of Pop .The album had appearances from William Shatner and a whole bunch of bizarre drumbeats and odd sounds. Ben Folds would love Loot Poppins. It is a fact. 

Pop the Glock- Uffie

The vocal effects on  Uffie’s  voice in this song are so soothing. This is the most relaxing song about guns that I have ever heard.

I do not condone the act of going to the store Lunchable isle, opening up a box, and eating the Loot Poppin’ but I also can’t blame you if you do.

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*review*
 

    Alright, so, I know there are awesome people in this band. Steven Malkmus (on guitar), obviously, and his colleagues, simply reek of talent, experience, and inventive styling. David Berman's booming, somewhat monotonous, Bill Callaghan-icky talk-singing calls to mind the great, over the top voice/personalities of such royalty as Nick Cave and Tom Waits in that it could be an acquired taste, that might eventually become one of your favorites. And I know the music is filled out by Bob Nastanovich on the drums and is rife with other instruments skillfully played by the members; the songs, ranging from catchy ditty's to anthemic sing alongs, with a subtle arch in theme and tone of the overall album, have a well crafted balance from Berman's skilled production. Tanglewood Numbers  is on par, I would even say, with their acclaimed 1998 album American Water. I know all of these things, aaand I can even pick out that Punks in the Beerlight, and There is a Place (the albums opening and closing tracks, respectively) are both shining jew-els on this album.

    So there you are: you know what I know, except for this one, tiny detail. What you don't know, as of yet, is that, despite tentatively listening to this album three times in a row, I still don't really like it. So, yeah, there you go. If you already like The Silver Jews, you will, in all likelihood, like this album. It's solid and listenable. And, in all honesty, there is a good chance that in a few months, with a little perseverance, I could really like this album too. But my verdict, in so many words as things stand is, thumbs down. I'm not going to listen to it again any time soon.

#The Silver Jews Homepage#

p.s. I actually went strait to the internet the first time I listened to a Silver Jews album to see if it actually was Bill "smog" Callahan singing, it's pretty similar. Though, I love Smog. Hmm.

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    Anyone who is even passing through Fort Worth, or any small Texas, New Mexico, or California town: please seek out your local Thrift Town and realize the wonder that it brings to the cheap/independently minded individual. Where would I be without Thrift Town? Those of us who wear second hand clothes that actually are second hand, and not some refurbished $80 Urban Outfitters trust-fund jean jackets, it is one of the last great untapped resources. And, though I have been attending them for years, each time checking the busted electronics section for one, certain prize, I have come home disappointed. The other day I finally found the grail, the proverbial golden fleece that I dreamed I would one day find: a fucking cool keyboard.

That's right, for $4, I brought home a classic lo-fi piece of fine Japanese workmanship. A Casiotone MT-68, "mechanical musical instrument". Like Thor's hammer, It allows me to hurl sin-wave's like lightning bolts at my unsuspecting foes. With all the stylings of a kid's Christmas morning Radio Shack piece of crap, but with the 1/4" jack, editable wave-forms, full size keys, and arpeggios of an onstage workhorse. Thank you, once again, Thrift Town. You will always have a customer in me, even if I have to keep checking on my car in your scary neighborhood parking lot, I'll always be there for you, at least once a month or so. Yeah.

Fun Fact!!

I have no idea where that rabbit came from, but it was sitting on my keyboard when I went to take a picture of it. He can sure tickle the ivories, though.

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