<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:19:27.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Yet Untitled</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-115316664874784557</id><published>2006-07-17T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:04:08.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonance - Peter Callesen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Peter Callesen creates fragile, unreal art from the mundane material most of us take for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where disposability is the norm and art lasts forever, Peter Callesen bucks the status quo. The Denmark native uses sheets of paper and glue, creating delicate structures, which struggle out of their boundaries into the open air—toy soldiers, snowflakes, upside-down staircases, and ladders that would crumple at the slightest touch. But to say Callesen simply cuts and pastes paper misses the point entirely.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.resonancemag.com"&gt;Resonance Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-115316664874784557?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/115316664874784557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=115316664874784557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115316664874784557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115316664874784557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/07/resonance-peter-callesen.html' title='Resonance - Peter Callesen'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-115287338417438677</id><published>2006-07-14T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:36:24.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmonds Beacon - Tri-athlete to compete in Hawaii</title><content type='html'>“The race starts with 2,000 plus swimmers taking off from the beach on a 2.4 mile swim. The next leg is a 112-mile bike ride, done in two laps of 56 miles, and the race finishes with a 26.2 mile run, a marathon, to the finish line.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Walker has the hint of a smile around her face as she lays out the numbers. What she’s describing is a typical Ironman Competition, much like the one she competed in at Coeur d’Alene last month. Of course, very little about an Ironman is typical, including Walker herself.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edmondsbeacon.com/71306triathlon.html"&gt;The Edmonds Beacon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-115287338417438677?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/115287338417438677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=115287338417438677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115287338417438677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115287338417438677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/07/edmonds-beacon-tri-athlete-to-compete.html' title='Edmonds Beacon - Tri-athlete to compete in Hawaii'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-115287315484878230</id><published>2006-07-14T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:32:34.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The B. Magee - The Courtesy Flush</title><content type='html'>I suppose if I were asked to name one thing I don't understand, I'd say the courtesy flush. As stiffly defined by wikipedia, the courtesy flush is when, "in deference to others using the bathroom, toilet users who have defecated [...] flush, despite the fact that they have not yet finished sanitizing themselves with toilet paper, merely so that the exposure of others to the aroma of feces is minimized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not common for me to perform the courtesy flush, but the other day I was forced to act. While rocking forward onto the balls of my feet, I performed a perfect hip flex, snaking my left arm across my body as my bashful ass hovered expectantly over the bowl, my sheepish testicles swinging pendulously in the muggy breeze of the overhead fan. I quickly depressed the lever, sending a fresh 1.2 gallons of gloriously sweet spring water into the swampy bowl below. &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Written on spec for the B. Magee, Bellingham's only home-grown four-page reader of note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-115287315484878230?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/115287315484878230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=115287315484878230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115287315484878230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115287315484878230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/07/b-magee-courtesy-flush.html' title='The B. Magee - The Courtesy Flush'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-115264665175712226</id><published>2006-07-11T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:37:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmonds Beacon - Essay Winners Announced</title><content type='html'>In 500 words or less, please review the fourth amendment in light of the President's defense of wiretaps without court approval. Or, instead, write a letter to yourself as an African child with AIDS. Could you do it? Hundreds of middle school students did, but only 12 could be recognized in the tenth annual Linda Jewell Memorial Essay contest.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Also available in &lt;a href="http://www.edmondsbeacon.com/7606essay.html"&gt;The Edmonds Beacon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-115264665175712226?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/115264665175712226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=115264665175712226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115264665175712226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115264665175712226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/07/edmonds-beacon-essay-winners-announced.html' title='Edmonds Beacon - Essay Winners Announced'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-115264651043925923</id><published>2006-07-11T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:35:10.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascadia Weekly - Downtown Sounds</title><content type='html'>A lot can happen in a year. It was nearly this time in 2005 when I first talked with Kristen Shelton, Executive Director of Bellingham's Downtown Renaissance Network. They had just announced their first ever Downtown Sounds series, a collection of concerts in the alley behind the Wild Buffalo. Instead of feeling sketchy, the series was a resounding success for Downtown Renaissance, downtown Bellingham, and anybody who wanted to enjoy an all-ages show in a safe and fun environment. &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Also available in the Cascadia Weekly, Bellingham's best community rag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-115264651043925923?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/115264651043925923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=115264651043925923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115264651043925923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115264651043925923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/07/cascadia-weekly-downtown-sounds.html' title='Cascadia Weekly - Downtown Sounds'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-115213364627567680</id><published>2006-07-05T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:07:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascadia Weekly - Campbell Brothers</title><content type='html'>It's time to get right with God. But don't worry folks, this will be one theological lesson that will shake the confessional and rafters. Working within a vital Southern gospel tradition, The Campbell brothers use pedal steel and electric guitars to praise the Lord and raise the roof. &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cascadiaweekly.com"&gt;The Cascadia Weekly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-115213364627567680?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/115213364627567680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=115213364627567680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115213364627567680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115213364627567680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/07/cascadia-weekly-campbell-brothers.html' title='Cascadia Weekly - Campbell Brothers'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-115213293667846135</id><published>2006-07-05T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:55:36.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edmonds Beacon - Local Antiquers Are Ready to Sell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We had an idea on Monday, and by Wednesday we were painting walls. We just trust ourselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 20 rows of folding chairs, white, stretching all the way to the back wall. They are empty, blank, except for the ones near the front. Those chairs have been reserved for Friday's auction with paper placards and tape. But there's still room for more, and plenty to look at.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edmondsbeacon.com"&gt;The Edmonds Beacon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-115213293667846135?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/115213293667846135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=115213293667846135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115213293667846135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115213293667846135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/07/edmonds-beacon-local-antiquers-are.html' title='Edmonds Beacon - Local Antiquers Are Ready to Sell'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-115143360969925349</id><published>2006-06-27T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:40:09.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascadia Weekly - Wild Buffalo Blues Festival</title><content type='html'>The Wild Buffalo is Bellingham's whipping boy. They've been producing fantastic shows with national talent for years now and have never gotten their due. That all stops with the Summertime Blues Series, featuring five (inter)nationally acclaimed blues artists strutting their stuff all over the stage. &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Cascadia Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Check their classifieds &lt;a href="www.cascadiaweekly.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-115143360969925349?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/115143360969925349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=115143360969925349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115143360969925349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115143360969925349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/06/cascadia-weekly-wild-buffalo-blues.html' title='Cascadia Weekly - Wild Buffalo Blues Festival'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-115075268238213508</id><published>2006-06-19T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:31:22.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascadia Weekly - Dumpsthaphunk</title><content type='html'>How unlucky would you be if you were naturally adept at keyboards, guitar, and drums; performed concerts in your early teens; played with Rufus, Bonnie Raitt, and Keith Richards; and were still overshadowed by your family? Ask Ivan Neville. Member of the famous Neville clan, Ivan brings his band Dumpstaphunk to both the Nightlight and Vancouver's International Jazz Festival this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cascadia Weekly&lt;br /&gt;More after the jump&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-115075268238213508?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/115075268238213508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=115075268238213508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115075268238213508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/115075268238213508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/06/cascadia-weekly-dumpsthaphunk.html' title='Cascadia Weekly - Dumpsthaphunk'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114963259607253210</id><published>2006-06-06T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:23:16.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tablet - Hot Hot Heat</title><content type='html'>Hot Hot Heat’s last album “Make Up the Breakdown” was cut in six days and earned critical raves and worldwide attention. However the band’s recent release, “Elevators,” is taking some heat in the press, causing some to question how hot the group really is. Band members openly admit the new album sounds different from past releases. In its seven years, the band has weathered two major line-up changes and has moved in a new direction. “Elevators” was recorded in the wilds of Victoria, BC and Los Angeles with producer Dave Sardy (Marilyn Manson, NIN, Dandy Warhols, Slayer). The band stands behind their new album emphatically and thinks fans and critics will come around. Tablet caught up with Hot Hot Heat drummer Paul Hawley in Ottawa during the band’s current worldwide tour to get the inside scoop.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Tablet is Dead. Long live Tablet&lt;br /&gt;See it &lt;a href="http://www.tabletmag.com/100/features/100_Hot_Hot_Heat.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114963259607253210?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114963259607253210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114963259607253210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114963259607253210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114963259607253210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/06/tablet-hot-hot-heat.html' title='Tablet - Hot Hot Heat'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114963221422332739</id><published>2006-06-06T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:16:54.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tablet and Nadamucho - Antony and the Johnsons</title><content type='html'>With a voice somewhere between Mark Mulcahy and Nina Simone, Antony Hegarty, who is better known simply by his first name, brings a flair of art, fashion and gender-blurring to his music. His recent album “I Am a Bird Now” on Secretly Canadian has garnered sweeping critical praise. Having friends like Lou Reed, Boy George and Rufus Wainwright make appearances certainly helped draw attention, but both live and on the album, it’s totally Antony’s show.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Tablet is Dead. Long Live Tablet. &lt;br /&gt;Check it &lt;a href="http://www.tabletmag.com/102/features/102_standing_on_words.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadamucho is living large.&lt;br /&gt;See so &lt;a href="http://www.nadamucho.com/features/interviews/2005_favorites_-_antony__the_johnsons.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114963221422332739?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114963221422332739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114963221422332739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114963221422332739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114963221422332739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/06/tablet-and-nadamucho-antony-and.html' title='Tablet and Nadamucho - Antony and the Johnsons'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114963195235951646</id><published>2006-06-06T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:12:32.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tablet - Blue Scholars</title><content type='html'>Blue Scholars is two decks, two mics and two men. Geo is the second son of working-class Filipino immigrants, has a son, works days at the Wing Luke Asian Museum and writes rhymes at night. Sabzi is Persian, follows the Baha’i faith, and, in addition to his time behind the decks, does some minor hustling during the day. They recently re-released their first album with additional songs and a music video and they seem in no hurry to release a follow-up. They are, however, more than happy to talk about their success, beginning, and how it all fits in the current social climate. Tablet caught up with the Blue Scholars at Fort St George restaurant in the heart of the International District.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Tablet is dead. Long live Tablet&lt;br /&gt;Also available &lt;a href="http://tabletmag.com/103/features/103_schooling_the_unschooled.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114963195235951646?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114963195235951646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114963195235951646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114963195235951646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114963195235951646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/06/tablet-blue-scholars.html' title='Tablet - Blue Scholars'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114963101058941405</id><published>2006-06-06T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T14:56:50.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascadia Weekly - Kool Keith</title><content type='html'>A rapper's rapper is a hard thing to be. Few know your name. Fewer still know your talent. Kool Keith is a rapper's rapper. In the game for nearly 20 years, Keith pioneered the stream-of-consciousness flow on which countless other MCs have made their name. But a man who makes the claim: "I can throw a hundred thousand pound walrus right through the wall" isn't looking for fame. He's looking for people who understand.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;More after the jump.&lt;br /&gt;Pick up your copy of the Cascadia Weekly in Bellingham!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114963101058941405?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114963101058941405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114963101058941405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114963101058941405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114963101058941405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/06/cascadia-weekly-kool-keith.html' title='Cascadia Weekly - Kool Keith'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114788880075500178</id><published>2006-05-17T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:00:00.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Sound - The Makrosoft</title><content type='html'>Deep in the heart of Georgetown, two brothers are figuring out the world's funkiest riff. They've got hours of samples, performed by musicians well known and not, all of which will soon be edited down into a deep, silken pocket. These are the men of Makrosoft, Aja West and Cheeba, a charmed duo that not only produces some of Seattle's finest cuts but does so with some of the Northwest's best and the nation's finest players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More after the jump.&lt;br /&gt;An edited version of this piece will appear in &lt;a href="http://www.seattlesoundmag.com"&gt;Seattle Sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114788880075500178?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114788880075500178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114788880075500178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114788880075500178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114788880075500178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/05/seattle-sound-makrosoft.html' title='Seattle Sound - The Makrosoft'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114788872010728100</id><published>2006-05-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:58:40.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Sound - Comedy Bands Sidebar</title><content type='html'>Comedy bands have been around longer than you have. Ray Stevens. Weird Al. Spike Jones (the guy from the '30's, not the director). Here's a look at three acts that make old hat hilarious again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God's Pottery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gideon and Jeremiah first met at Christ Our Leader College when they were paired as freshman roommates. By the time graduation arrived, the boys were ready to try their hand at making it as a band. Satirically tackling religious issues through song, Gideon and Jeremiah play coffee-house acoustic music as though your very soul depended on it. And it does. &lt;a href="http://www.godspottery.com/"&gt;Info&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tenacious D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really need an introduction to the greatest band in the world? Jack Black and Kyle Gass, the two-headed manta ray of rock, started writing and performing their sweet, catchy odes to friendship, Lee, and hard fucking after meeting in a sketch comedy group in the early '90s. From such humble beginnings, Tenacious D would eventually rise to take its rightful place at Clapton's right hand. &lt;a href="http://www.tenaciousd.com/"&gt;Info&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Lynch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TV and radio staple, Steven Lynch is a sweetly-voiced singer-songwriter who happens to write and sing about hookers, transexuals, corruption of the young and innocent, gerbils, and priests. With more hooks than a J.M. Barrie notebook, Lynch's songs are the kind you can't sing in public, but can't get out of your head. &lt;a href="http://www.stephenlynch.com/"&gt;Info&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114788872010728100?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114788872010728100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114788872010728100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114788872010728100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114788872010728100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/05/seattle-sound-comedy-bands-sidebar.html' title='Seattle Sound - Comedy Bands Sidebar'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114788849052669209</id><published>2006-05-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:54:50.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Sound - CD reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jolie Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Springtime Can Kill You&lt;/span&gt; (ANTI-)&lt;br /&gt;From her first release, Jolie Holland knew her niche: appalachian field-recording meets bedroom-production, mournful ghosts finding new life in a sweet mess of multiple styles. Her songs swung this way and that, refusing to fall into one category, and she led it all with her bruised honey voice that often seeped into the cracks between folk, jazz, pop, and blues. Two albums later, little has changed. Songs drift out of the speakers seemingly crinkled with age, and then float away on airy melodies. Lyrics address dreams, moonshine, and the killing floor of spring. Recorded live to tape, Springtime is, in turns, lush, soft, and spontaneous, with melodic quirks hidden amid the dust. This is another impeccable record from Holland, an album not meant for many, but, perhaps meant for you. TYSON LYNN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built to Spill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You in Reverse&lt;/span&gt; (Warner)&lt;br /&gt;As the first Built to Spill album in five years, anticipation was high. Would it return to the sweetly innocent pop songs of their earlier albums, or expand on the jams that appear every so often? Turns out a little of both. Of the ten songs here, not one is shorter than four and a half minutes, and the longest, at eight minutes, actually kicks off the album. While the band seems to enjoy the exploration, many of the songs could stand judicious editing, trimming off the holding patterns that carry most of the length. The exceptions--The Wait, Gone, Liar--however, are easily worth the excess. Frontman Doug Martsch's fingerprints are everywhere to be seen, from the tightly wound, slowly unspooling guitar lines to the warmly inexplicable lyrics. There is much to love here, and there is nothing wrong with that. TYSON LYNN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114788849052669209?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114788849052669209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114788849052669209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114788849052669209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114788849052669209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/05/seattle-sound-cd-reviews.html' title='Seattle Sound - CD reviews'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114788838643632768</id><published>2006-05-17T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:53:06.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Sound - David Sabee</title><content type='html'>Last winter, movie director Ang Lee came to Seattle. He wasn't here for a shoot, but to watch over the scoring of his latest film, Brokeback Mountain. Composed by Gustavo Santaolalla, and performed by the musicians of Seattlemusic, that score went on to win an Oscar. And the man responsible for it all is David Sabee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest after the jump.&lt;br /&gt;More information at &lt;a href="http://www.seattlesoundmag.com"&gt;Seattle Sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114788838643632768?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114788838643632768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114788838643632768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114788838643632768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114788838643632768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/05/seattle-sound-david-sabee.html' title='Seattle Sound - David Sabee'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114536292491985347</id><published>2006-04-18T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:22:04.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascadia Weekly - Keller Williams</title><content type='html'>Some people call him K-dub, others Keller McGee, and still others Jam-Man. But you can call him Keller. Keller Williams is a self-taught, percussive, and rhythmic musician, well known on the jam band circuit for playing over live loops of his acoustic folk music. He's used to playing in front of thousands, but he's coming to Bellingham to play for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more after the jump)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114536292491985347?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114536292491985347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114536292491985347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114536292491985347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114536292491985347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/04/cascadia-weekly-keller-williams.html' title='Cascadia Weekly - Keller Williams'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114536285235364437</id><published>2006-04-18T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:20:52.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascadia Weekly - Jovino Santos Neto</title><content type='html'>Since the age of 12, Jovino Santos Neto has studied classical music, jazz, and the seductive sounds of his native Rio de Janeiro. A pianist, flutist, composer, and one-time biologist, Neto is a man raised on both the Beatles and Brazil, making for a sound authentic and irresistible. Get your funky pants on, 'cause Neto's here to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more after the jump)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114536285235364437?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114536285235364437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114536285235364437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114536285235364437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114536285235364437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/04/cascadia-weekly-jovino-santos-neto.html' title='Cascadia Weekly - Jovino Santos Neto'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114375610571629216</id><published>2006-03-30T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:01:45.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonance - Eels</title><content type='html'>From the upcoming issue number 49:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigars and Guitars&lt;br /&gt;The Mr. E of Whiskey, Cards, and Smokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illustrious Mark Oliver Everett--better known as E, frontman for the Eels--has released nearly a dozen albums documenting his strange love/hate relationship with the world. Rather than let him wallow, we decided to ask Mr. E about the very thing that makes life worth living: vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;(More Inside)&lt;a href="http://www.resonancemag.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resonance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114375610571629216?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114375610571629216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114375610571629216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114375610571629216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114375610571629216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/03/resonance-eels.html' title='Resonance - Eels'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114375592146774812</id><published>2006-03-30T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:58:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonance - Book Reviews</title><content type='html'>These will be in issue 50:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Williams - Fags and Lager&lt;br /&gt;Yannick Murphy - Here They Come&lt;br /&gt;Black Dice and Jason Frank Rothenberg - Gore&lt;br /&gt;Tony Millionaire - Billy Hazelnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;(All Inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.resonancemag.com"&gt;Resonance Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114375592146774812?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114375592146774812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114375592146774812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114375592146774812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114375592146774812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/03/resonance-book-reviews.html' title='Resonance - Book Reviews'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114375568343359468</id><published>2006-03-30T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:54:43.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M+F - Esef</title><content type='html'>His name is Steven Paul Finch. He's 23, has a strong Boston accent, restores cars, and runs his own clothing label. Called ESEF, after his initials, the line showcases Finch's distinctive style and memorable leaf trademark. M+F caught up with Finch on his birthday in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Interview after the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be in the next issue of &lt;a href="http://www.specmedia.org/mf"&gt;M+F&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114375568343359468?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114375568343359468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114375568343359468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114375568343359468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114375568343359468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/03/mf-esef.html' title='M+F - Esef'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114375557528746714</id><published>2006-03-30T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:52:55.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mukilteo Beacon - Endeavour Elementary</title><content type='html'>Students, faculty, and families gathered at Endeavor Elementary last Thursday to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the Mukilteo lighthouse. Combining original poetry, drama, and song, the students brought an olden age back to life and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;More after the jump, or check it here, my friends: &lt;a href="http://www.mukilteobeacon.com/032906Endeavourmusical.html"&gt;Mukilteo Beacon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114375557528746714?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114375557528746714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114375557528746714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114375557528746714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114375557528746714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/03/mukilteo-beacon-endeavour-elementary.html' title='Mukilteo Beacon - Endeavour Elementary'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114356960490299909</id><published>2006-03-28T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T10:13:24.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascadia Weekly - New Orleans Jazz Orchestra</title><content type='html'>"Now, more than ever" is a phrase you hear a lot these days. Now, more than ever we need your help. Now, more than ever, we need your support. The phrase is used now more than ever before. But now you can show your support for a project that is more relevant today than when it was created, and enjoy some fiery jazz to go along with it. The New Orleans Jazz Orchestra is coming and they're here to burn down the dance floor and build up their birthplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More after the jump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114356960490299909?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114356960490299909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114356960490299909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114356960490299909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114356960490299909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/03/cascadia-weekly-new-orleans-jazz.html' title='Cascadia Weekly - New Orleans Jazz Orchestra'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114356954357639886</id><published>2006-03-28T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T10:12:23.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascadia Weekly - New Pornographers</title><content type='html'>"I'm really tired of that supergroup label,” New Pornographers frontman Carl Newman has been quoted as saying. “And I wish people would stop using it. None of us were known at all outside of Canada—I just don't think it's accurate." Indeed, the phrase “Indie Supergroup” is a bit of a misnomer when applied to most bands. Fortunately, the New Pornographers are giving the expression teeth and a ring of truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More after the jump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114356954357639886?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114356954357639886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114356954357639886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114356954357639886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114356954357639886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/03/cascadia-weekly-new-pornographers.html' title='Cascadia Weekly - New Pornographers'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114356947513818590</id><published>2006-03-28T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T10:11:15.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascadia Weekly - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club</title><content type='html'>Like street toughs with hearts of gold, the men of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club are torn between heaven and hell. Taking their image and name from 1953 film The Wild One, the band also adopts leading man Brando's seething emotional turns and Dionysian excesses. If this all sounds like it's too much, simply know that BRMC play rock the way it was meant to be played: loud, dark, and honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More after the jump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114356947513818590?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114356947513818590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114356947513818590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114356947513818590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114356947513818590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/03/cascadia-weekly-black-rebel-motorcycle.html' title='Cascadia Weekly - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114349303766214717</id><published>2006-03-27T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:58:02.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M+F - Mick Harvey</title><content type='html'>Mick Harvey is probably best known for his work in Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. What people tend to gloss over is that he has produced film soundtracks, four solo albums, and recorded countless releases with Crime and the City Solution, The Boys Next Door, The Birthday Party, Anita Land, Rowland S. Howard, PJ Harvey, and, of course, Nick Cave. He has just released "One Man's Treasure", a collection of personal favorites and original compositions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview after the jump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114349303766214717?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114349303766214717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114349303766214717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114349303766214717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114349303766214717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/03/mf-mick-harvey.html' title='M+F - Mick Harvey'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-114324493840797368</id><published>2006-03-24T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:02:18.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disheveled - Rat City Roller Girls</title><content type='html'>Parts of this article were not written by me. They were added later by my editor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link to Disheveled's version: &lt;a href="http://www.disheveledmag.com/march06/ratcityrollergirls.htm"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the article as written by me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a cavernous hangar on the edge of Seattle's Magnusun Park, 80 ladies lace up their skates, tighten their protective gear, and glide out to the adoring cheers of a couple thousand fans. These are the women of Rat City Roller Girls. The few, the proud, and the extremely competitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among those few is Dixie Dragstrip, one of the co-founders of the league. "We had a dinner party at my house. It was the end of March, 2004," says Dixie. "We were hanging out, drinking some wine. And one of the people there said, 'I just got back from Texas, and at SXSW I saw the most amazing thing: Roller-Girls. Did you know that it was back?' And we were like, 'Fuck no.' Give us some more wine and we'll talk about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More inside)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-114324493840797368?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/114324493840797368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=114324493840797368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114324493840797368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/114324493840797368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/03/disheveled-rat-city-roller-girls.html' title='Disheveled - Rat City Roller Girls'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113959962101288087</id><published>2006-02-10T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:27:01.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Reviews</title><content type='html'>These never saw publication, but since I recently found them again, I figured: "why not put them up somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Gentle and Dead Meadow&lt;br /&gt;Antony and the Johnsons, CocoRosie, William Basinski, and Devandra Banhart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All after the jump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113959962101288087?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113959962101288087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113959962101288087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113959962101288087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113959962101288087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/02/concert-reviews.html' title='Concert Reviews'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113900457007015624</id><published>2006-02-03T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:09:57.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disheveled - Mon Frere</title><content type='html'>As 2005 drew to a close, Three Imaginary Girls asked their readers to vote for their favorite Northwest Releases of the previous year. Filling out the top ten were the Long Winters, the Decemberists, and Mon Frere. Their five song EP, Real Vampires, beat out dozens of other contenders to land comfortably at number nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know who voted, but thanks,” says Mon Frere guitarist Kyle Swisher. “It was definitely the first recording session, the first recording, that I actually liked. It made me feel good because I liked it, and I’m glad other people did too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;More after the jump.&lt;br /&gt;Also in print in the greater Northwest, or online at &lt;a href="http://www.disheveledmag.com/feb06/FEATURES/MON%20FRERE.htm"&gt;Disheveled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113900457007015624?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113900457007015624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113900457007015624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113900457007015624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113900457007015624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/02/disheveled-mon-frere.html' title='Disheveled - Mon Frere'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113710618333583016</id><published>2006-01-12T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:49:43.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pale</title><content type='html'>They used to be known as The Pale. Then copyright law got involved, and the band adopted a new modifier. So it is now the Pale Pacific that is fronted by singer/songwriter Gabe Archer, who started the band 11 years ago with his cousin, and guitarist, Cameron Nicklaus. Over the years, they've released four full-length records, including their newest, entitled Urgency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded on Orcas Island in a rented cabin, Urgency is the sound of four men writing songs with a strange and familiar sweetness, bounded by melody and melancholy. It's an excellent album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M+F caught up with Archer by phone in Seattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113710618333583016?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113710618333583016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113710618333583016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113710618333583016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113710618333583016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/01/pale.html' title='The Pale'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113710602804998379</id><published>2006-01-12T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:47:08.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coral</title><content type='html'>Two things generally come up when discussing The Coral. One, they're young. The band itself is nearly ten years old, but the boys who comprise it -- Nick Power, Bill Ryder-Jones, Lee Southall, Paul Duffy, and brothers Ian and James Skelly --  are only pacing it by another ten. The other is their wild musical style: nothing is verboten, everything is music. Their debut EP, 2001's Shadows Fall, featured what sounded to be Russian folk dance crossed with American ragtime. And, inconceivably, it worked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England loved it. The hype was such that by the time they released their eponynomous full-length, it debuted at number 5 in the UK charts and 24 hours after its release was nominated for the Mercury Music Prize. While America still doesn't know what to do with them, it hasn't slowed the band down. They've just released their newest album "Invisible Invasion," another stellar collection of off-the-wall influences and unbelievably catchy songs. I caught up with organist Nick Power, right after he got off the phone with his mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113710602804998379?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113710602804998379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113710602804998379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113710602804998379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113710602804998379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/01/coral.html' title='The Coral'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113710584540623836</id><published>2006-01-12T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:44:05.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minus the Bear</title><content type='html'>Minus the Bear have been as well known for their absurd song titles ("Monkey! Knife! Fight!", "Lemurs, Man, Lemurs," etc.) as they are for the songs themselves. With any luck, that's about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their newest release, "Menos el Oso," Minus The Bear pairs the frenetic energy of their past albums with new textures, styles, and influences. The result is an album that rocks from start to finish, with enough verve and panache to satiate old fans and attract new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M+F caught up with drummer Erin Tate by phone just before their appearance at Bumbershoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113710584540623836?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113710584540623836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113710584540623836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113710584540623836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113710584540623836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/01/minus-bear.html' title='Minus the Bear'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113691923643984569</id><published>2006-01-10T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T12:48:30.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonance - CD Reviews</title><content type='html'>These will appear in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Resonance&lt;/span&gt; 49:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIANT PANDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fly School Reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tres) Repping the 206, Giant Panda-comprised of Maanumental, Chikaramanga &amp; Newman-aren't here to tell you about our forests, clean air, and mountain views. Instead, the men of Giant Panda work on establishing themselves as something more than superficial emcees, tackling issues of status and race. The group combines bodyrocking breaks with smoothed-out samples, socially conscious lyrics with straight-up braggadocio, and modern pop trends with solid rap foundations. Beat-makers Chikaramanga and Newman build propulsive backdrops that strip away most everything but some keyboards, a single dry sample, and the ever-present beat. The words provide the rest. Coming off like LL Cool J fronting J5, Maanumental and Newman trade verses, with Chikaramanga occasionally dropping a 'graph in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More In Comments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113691923643984569?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113691923643984569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113691923643984569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113691923643984569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113691923643984569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/01/resonance-cd-reviews.html' title='Resonance - CD Reviews'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113691891023789004</id><published>2006-01-10T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T12:55:12.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonance - Book Reviews</title><content type='html'>These will appear in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Resonance&lt;/span&gt; 48:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear New Girl&lt;br /&gt;Or Whatever Your Name Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited by Lisa Wagner, Trinie Dalton, and Eli Horowitz.&lt;br /&gt;McSweeney's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of three years, L.A. teacher Trinie Dalton confiscated hundreds of notes from her students. Then, in a fit of inspiration, she sent them to McSweeney's who in turn passed them on to 24 of its favorite artists to illustrate. The results are hallucinatory -- some pieces as childish as their origins, others tinged with violence, sex, and a resigned, wistful beauty. But while the art is without fault, the text is not. The reason? There nearly isn't any. Instead of letting you in on the words behind the art, the editors have almost completely divorced the notes from the pages, leaving you to guess at every artist's inspiration, and subsequently robbing the collection of the power it could have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More in Comments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113691891023789004?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113691891023789004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113691891023789004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113691891023789004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113691891023789004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/01/resonance-book-reviews.html' title='Resonance - Book Reviews'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113691790720928656</id><published>2006-01-10T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:31:47.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonance - Deerhoof Sidebar</title><content type='html'>ON THE TRAIL &lt;br /&gt;Tracking Deerhoof’s back-catalog &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Return of the Wood M'Lady (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deerhoof's first single. Recorded and released by guitarist Rob Fisk and drummer Greg Saunier, the 7" balanced white-noise cacophony against melody and structure. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Man, The King, The Girl (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marks the first full-length appearance of Satomi Matsuzaki with a focus on discordant blues jams and left-field math pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holdypaws (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboardist Kelly Goode joins and lightens up the heavy bass, drum and guitar sound—more melody, less noise, strangely superb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfbird (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded on a four-track cassette before the addition of Goode, the songs hearken back to early Deerhoof, with noisy explorations butting up against more accessible indie-pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reveille (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally famous for the absence of Goode and Fisk (who were replaced by guitarist John Dieterich) as the music—no small feat considering the soft beauty bristling above the harsh guitar and  electronic textures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple O' (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second guitarist Chris Cohen joins the line-up, adding extra electricity to the shambling pop melodies, squeaky-sweet vocals, and galumphing drum rhythms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk Man (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best received of Deerhoof's albums, perhaps explained by the band's growing accessibility, however hidden beneath discordant post-rock, slivered lullabies, and jazz-instructed instrumentals. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bibidi Babidi Boo (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free, Internet-only, and the first document of Deerhoof's live destruction—hardly a great album, but worth noting for the included Peel Sessions, featuring Matsuzaki on drums. &lt;br /&gt;The Runners Four (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true guitar-rock album, marrying psych-pop melodies to short, dense songs, and wrapping everything in brain-rending vocals and six-string heroics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available at all reputable bookstores soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.resonancemag.com"&gt;Resonance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113691790720928656?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113691790720928656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113691790720928656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113691790720928656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113691790720928656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/01/resonance-deerhoof-sidebar.html' title='Resonance - Deerhoof Sidebar'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113636279396214526</id><published>2006-01-04T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:08:30.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disheveled - Ruby Dee and the Snakehandlers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/67723781_df555522cc_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/67723781_df555522cc_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I moved to Seattle from Vegas, I was looking for a band,” says Jorge Harada, guitarist for Ruby Dee and the Snake Handlers. “And I was just going out about and playing with whomever I could. I went to this place called The Little Red Hen where they had an open jam there. You know, country stuff. They had a band and people could sit in. So I went there one Thursday and this....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Diminuative,” interjects Ruby Dee with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...very lovely young lady was standing up there singing,” continues Harada. “I get up there and play a couple songs myself and then she walks up to me and says, ‘I hear you’re my next guitar player’. And I said, ‘Ok. Let’s see what you got’. And that was pretty much the beginning of that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And the end,” says Ruby Dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 5-piece honky-tonk combo, the Snake Handlers plays country from every county, from Bakersfield to Memphis, Western Swing to the Pacific Northwest’s insistent cow punk, from Southwest Tex-Mex to Northeast rock ‘n’ roll --- mentored as much by The Clash as Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led by singer/songwriter Ruby Dee, a veteran of various San Fran and LA punk rock bands, and backed by Harada, acoustic guitarist and backup singer Liz Smith, bassist Pete Smith, and drummer Lewis Warren, The Snake Handlers have been shaking Seattle from its heart to its heels for the last three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubydeemusic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby Dee and the Snakehandlers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Available now at all reputable places of business for FREE.&lt;br /&gt;It's Disheveled. It's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also available &lt;a href="http://www.disheveledmag.com/jan_06/features_music/rubydee.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113636279396214526?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113636279396214526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113636279396214526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113636279396214526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113636279396214526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/01/disheveled-ruby-dee-and-snakehandlers.html' title='Disheveled - Ruby Dee and the Snakehandlers'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113636267062628411</id><published>2006-01-04T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:09:57.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disheveled - The Emergency</title><content type='html'>“People keep saying you sound like this, you sound like that, or whatever,” says Dita Vox. “Or they ask us what we sound like. We avoid answering questions like that. I say: ‘We sound like The Emergency.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s a hell of a thing. In existence for just a little only a year, The Emergency have emerged as one of Seattle’s best bands, and one of the nation’s greatest live shows. Fronted by Dita Vox and propelled by bassist Nick Detroit, guitarist Sonic Smith, and drummer Tom T. Drummer, The Emergency are here to change the music scene and make you shake your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theemergencytheband.com"&gt;www.theemergencytheband.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Available now at all reputable places of business for FREE. &lt;br /&gt;It's Disheveled. It's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also available &lt;a href="http://www.disheveledmag.com/jan_06/features_music/theemergency.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113636267062628411?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113636267062628411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113636267062628411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113636267062628411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113636267062628411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/01/disheveled-emergency.html' title='Disheveled - The Emergency'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113636249632578373</id><published>2006-01-04T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:14:56.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disheveled - Showcase at Mr. Spot's Chai House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/67721630_6488c86b48_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/67721630_6488c86b48_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showcase at Mr. Spots Chai House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Spot’s Chai House is located in the body of Ballard, a colorful and comfortable place to enjoy a cuppa chai and/or pint of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that wasn’t enough, Everstone’s Victor Funklove books live music there. Such was the case when four bands took the stage and the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Guy started off the show by jumping onstage in a full spandex costume that left little to the imagination,  topped with cape and cowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he punctuated his set with crimefighting stories and beat haiku,  he came out as a strong songwriter, albeit one who writes about pants, chopping off heads, and people he’s never met. Should Seattle’s criminals ever fade into the night, Great Guy could have a promising future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Blossoms at Night then took the stage with a quietly beautiful set of literary-pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead singer Becky Shapiro claimed it was the band’s first show, but you never would have known from their sweet reinterpretation of “Love in the Time of Cholera”,  or their sticky pop riffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course whatever pop reverie you might have been enjoying was immediately kidnapped and tickled by Bob and the Dangerous Brothers. Fronted by a man in a Janet Reno dress, Bob and the Dangerous Brothers is more an experience than a show, especially if you sit in throwing distance of stuffed animals or the titular Bob. Within 20 seconds of the opening song, the band had overturned most of the tables within swinging distance and had broken at least one glass. Things just got better from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Disheveled had to leave before Reset could end the night, but from the looks of the band (skull caps and painted eye masks) the audience was in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available now at all reputable places of business for FREE. It's Disheveled. It's now.&lt;br /&gt;Also available &lt;a href="http://www.disheveledmag.com/jan_06/concert_reviews/index.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113636249632578373?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113636249632578373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113636249632578373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113636249632578373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113636249632578373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2006/01/disheveled-showcase-at-mr-spots-chai.html' title='Disheveled - Showcase at Mr. Spot&apos;s Chai House'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113377380437959997</id><published>2005-12-05T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T01:10:04.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Reasons I don't Understand</title><content type='html'>This is the first result for my name on Google, as opposed to, oh, say, &lt;a href="http://tysonlynn.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try there first, then come back here later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113377380437959997?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113377380437959997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113377380437959997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113377380437959997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113377380437959997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-reasons-i-dont-understand.html' title='For Reasons I don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113315970356812891</id><published>2005-11-27T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:35:03.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah, November...</title><content type='html'>Doing both NaSoAlMo and NaNoWriMo was a bad idea. Or a great idea. Or something. Whatever it was, it wasn't exactly productive, at least on-line anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the next month look for the novel to go live in installments, and album tracks to be posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113315970356812891?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113315970356812891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113315970356812891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113315970356812891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113315970356812891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-yeah-november.html' title='So yeah, November...'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113084243679933138</id><published>2005-11-01T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T03:35:05.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>"This is a stupid idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. This is a great idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but no, it's not. It's not a great idea. It barely meets the prereqs for a mediocre idea, and if we were judging on merit instead of by the Harvard system, it would fall squarely into the bad idea category."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obviously you've confused your own limited and immature imagination with potential. This has potential. Besides neither of us has anything better to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True. Far too true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113084243679933138?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113084243679933138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113084243679933138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113084243679933138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113084243679933138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2005/11/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18349773.post-113040916347839104</id><published>2005-10-27T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T03:32:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Upcoming Home Of...</title><content type='html'>Hey all. You can check out my other places of business &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tysonlynn"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://tysonlynn.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the future home of my &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org"&gt;Nanowrimo&lt;/a&gt; Novel, to be updated daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all care deeply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18349773-113040916347839104?l=as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/113040916347839104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18349773&amp;postID=113040916347839104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113040916347839104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18349773/posts/default/113040916347839104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://as-yet-untitled.blogspot.com/2005/10/upcoming-home-of.html' title='The Upcoming Home Of...'/><author><name>Tyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05657681811789123103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/44/134658900_e7ae6eb18e_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
