there's gonna be an earthquake...WOOOOO...if you dont straighten up boy!

this is the only song i've been listening to for the past week.

black velvet - an earthquakes coming

hoon asked me about soul today and i can't say i know too much. i can say though i know this much. thanks for reminding me to post this.

sam cooke - bring it on home to me (live)

this because the beginning is a ticking clock and i've reason.

akron/family - river

ghostface killah - whip you with a strap

yeah yeah, i know. old news. but this is antarctica, not the cutting edge.

oh deary me. i knew i'd regret it. (this isn't about you)

sonic youth - dirty boots

new order - blue monday

i've heard this song maybe a zillion times but really, this song is over 7 minutes and the first two are nothing but weird sounding loop building. i never realized how crazy great this is til a lucky shuffle on a train to tokyo showed me what i'd been missing.

the curtains - show me lyrics david shrigley

this song is like me nearly all the time. the future in particular. sometimes i think the future is deliberately unknowable just to get on my nerves. the future is a bit of a crap friend it turns out. but maybe i'm thinking we're better off, you know? suppose you could take a peek, would you? i don't think i would.

bon iver - blood bank

i guess i'm going to this thurs. and i don't even know much at all about this fellow but someone told me once this song was based on an episode of northern exposure—an episode which i saw and i remember it was ed chigliak looking at the blood in the bank. and i remember how sad ed is. i wish there was a show about ed chigliak just.

it's incredible what long ago heartbreaks can boil up after years and experience and change wraps you up like a bug in a rug. years...and i still wonder about you. that wont ever stop probably.

dan auerbach - whispered words

caution: falling chainsaws

grizzly bear - fine for now

well, yeah.

desperate bicycles - it's somebody's birthday today

speaking of the season, i think neon indian wants to be your summer jam husband. they want to be your one and only and they'll give you a spencer pratt sized diamond to seal the deal. like the diving lady up there (hello mesa), what i've heard of neon indian so far sounds like sleep all day, shaved ice, and those uncomfy bathing suit elastic marks on your butt.

neon indian - should have taken acid with you

the fiery furnaces - the end is near

seems like all you can see sometimes in the beginning is how it's gonna end. poor excuse for not starting though.

mitch, you want a apple?
no. eventually it will be a core.

guided by voices - pimple zoo

the replacements - bastards of young

summer's here and i feel younger than i am. that's why.

teeth mountain - ghost science

hoon told me to post something.

number one on my list of bands i really really want to see live right now. except maybe sonic youth for free this summer but that's so many rainy days away still.

gang gang dance - first communion

nazis - mr. oizo (justice remix)

this track is a really great answer to a good what if.

this posting was not self-reflective in any way at all.

another sleepless night spent thinking about tea bagging jokes and the universe being contained in an ants body.

hey i didn't realize we had a follower here on antarc. hey guy.

the nerves - hangin on the telephone

oh fates. this is what i was thinking of yesterday and this song. i sent it to myself inside a registered envelope so don't even try it, you.

so what i was thinking is: you look at your hand and you zoom in closer and you see the ridges and little scars and blotchy melatonin and you zoom in even more and the cells separate and squirm and you zoom zoom and the molecules are clinging to each other like grapey bunches, but you don't stop there, oh no, you keep on zooming and the atoms are orbiting and you can see the little positrons and negatrons caroming around all nuts, and you can stop there. for now. because you're looking around at all the glinting particles and you think, okay, those are something, but there sure is a lot of nothing around here. and you could zoom in some more i guess and see even smaller somethings making nothing out of what you just said was something. so that's it. you were just looking at your hand, you know? or a tree, or a table or a spaceship or whichever. seems like once you start falling, you keep falling.

and i thought about the other day when i was saying that i didn't like that guy and here's why. not just that though, also all those other times i'm saying should a lot. but why and should are like that table. if you keep zooming and zooming, eventually it seems like there's a whole lot more nothing around than something and you've got a sinking feeling that if you keep yanking that thread, those somethings would start to look real nothingy.

but you know, i still set my drink on that table, no matter how much nothing it is.

the velvet underground - oh! sweet nuthin'