The One... The Only... The Vieve

Arse musica

This morning, I listened to "You in Reverse" while I was at the gym. I like it a lot, particularly Goin' Against Your Mind and Liar and Conventional Wisdom, but I guess I didn't realize how jam-band-y Built to Spill can be. I am not a fan of jam bands, despite being with a devoted Phish fan for years. I even went to a few Phish shows, which I mostly enjoyed, but that was despite the music. Outdoor summer shows on the lawn during gorgeous weather (especially when you're, like, rilly rilly high) are hard not to enjoy. (Except for the odor. BO + patchouli--particularly the patchouli--make me gag.) I just don't have much patience for the noodly, neverending solos, and playing the vacuum cleaner and crap like that, while kind of amusing, is pretty stupid after the initial novelty wears off. Anyway, I still like Built to Spill, despite the jamminess, and I'm sad that Doug Martsch had a detached retina, because I was looking forward to seeing them next month and now I have to wait until October. (Well, and also because a detached retina sounds pretty fucking awful.)

I also saw that new Red Hot Chili Peppers video at the gym, and even though their music bugs the shit out of me for reasons I can't quite quantify, I thought the video was pretty good. (I didn't have to listen to the song, so maybe that's why I'm being so generous.) Except for the part where they're glam rockers or whatever--in that part, they just looked uncomfortable under their wigs and girly makeup. Also, Anthony Kiedis is pretty damn ripped, and you have to appreciate that at least a little bit.

That fucking Shakira video, though, the one with Wyclef Jean...feh. It looks less like sexy booty shaking and more like she's suffering from epileptic seizures. I kinda wish I could do that with my hips, though. It would be a good party trick.