Saturday, November 17, 2018
I suppose I've been doing a lot of Lps as of late or something. That's what it feels like anyway.
Whatever. It's my party and I'll blog if I want to.
As it is my eyes are particularly itchy this morning.
1980 - Code Blue
In the hospital it's actually kind of amazing how quickly your body reacts in that fraction of a second when the overhead clicks on and before somebody speaks. There's a faint sound that barely registers but your heart sinks and you unconsciously hold your breath before the voice comes over to announce something to see if it's a problem that you have to respond to. Code Blue is an arrest and means that CPR is probably in your future. That's a pretty shitty situation for everyone involved. I mean, the Red Cross or whoever never really make it clear just how physically taxing it is to do good CPR while the statistics of people who make it through after an arrest even with good CPR is a lot lower than the TV would have you believe. It can be pretty brutal.
This record by Code Blue is a relatively recent discovery for me. I was minding my own business when stumbled across that Rhino Handmade had done a deluxe version of it. So out of curiosity I looked it up. I liked it. I also knew that copies had been sitting in the bins at a local record store for as long as I could remember. I went out and bought my own copy. It's this one.
The band was formed by Dean Chamberlain after he left the Motels just prior to their first record. I like this better than the Motels entire catalog, so it's kind of a win from my standpoint. But in the wider world it's another major label Power Pop blip on the radar for a band that came and went in the matter of a couple of short years before being swallowed by the sands of time.
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
When last we had a moment and were posting compilations it was of various 1960's groups from the Midwestern state of Indiana.
I've driven through it. I spent one absolutely miserable Christmas in Indianapolis with a girlfriend and her mother who a) wasn't informed that I was coming and b) took a somewhat instant dislike to me.
Good times. Good Times.
But then there's this, so I don't know what to think...
Hoosier Hysteria (1980)
This album splits neatly between the art damaged nonsense of Dow Jones & the Industrials and the rocking of the Gizmos 2.0 (aka. the Dale Lawrence era) The big fish in the Bloomington, IN pond.
Now I could sit her and neatly type up the track breakdown of each side. But that seems as unnecessary as this record is necessary.
If you're here, you probably already have an idea of what it's about.
Go with your gut. Listen and enjoy the fuck out of it.
Sunday, November 11, 2018
It's one of those nights where I have a sudden realization that there is a cat in my lap. I have no conscious recollection of her getting there. It's as if she magically materialized there in a warm purring puddle.
Cat people will understand.
It's conceivable based on the sleeve for this Hulaboy release that one or both of the boys in the band (Stewart and/or Eric) are dog people. Lucy looks like she was a good dog.
I personally don't understand the division of such things. I just like animals. A cat just fits into my lifestyle better. She can be left alone for long periods of time, shits in a box and curls up very nicely with me when I sleep without hogging too much of the bed.
A dog is just so much more of a time commitment. Love them.
Consider it probably for the best if I don't have one of my own.
High School Dance (1997)
With nothing to really link posts together, I'm taking the easy way out with the year. So in the same year that Hulaboy released the above, Danielle Howle committed this single to wax and Sub Pop found it in their beady little hearts to unleash it upon the world. We're glad they did.
Well I am anyway. And at least one friend who I put it on a cassette for in and or around that time.
So that's at least two people. Maybe you'll make it three.
One can only hope.
(Also I think you can punch South Carolina on your Fifty States card with this one)
Friday, November 9, 2018
I'm not feeling a lot of wordiness coming on here.
That's probably not the worst thing that could happen. I'm mostly waiting for a free minute to go and make myself a cup of espresso so I can stay awake up a little later now that I've had to flip my schedule to days from straight nights for a few weeks.
My whole world is topsy turvy and I feel pretty pathetic when I fall asleep at 8pm and wake up at 3:30am. It's just fucking wrong.
Slip it Inside (1994)
So what happens when two dudes from Boyracer (Stewart Anderson) and Hula Hoop (Eric Stoess) make records together.
Now go buy some of the in print stuff over at Jen & Stew.
January 17, 1912 (1995)
I really have nothing to add. It should ideally speak for itself.
Tuesday, November 6, 2018
Be very quiet.
From Here to There (1993)
There are currently a few different bands using the name of Hushpad that I came up with in the few minutes spent looking up things. None of them are these guys.
Anyway, twee quiet songs about love and longing.
This on is on the Bus Stop Label.
Dear Jenny (1997)
Their second and final single. More of the same. Would have been right at home on Sarah records.
Let that be your guide.