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I look forward to writing about Regina Spektor's "Samson" for Heather. Why do I feel more pressure to write well now than I do when I write for the newspaper? "Eeep."
I got my Stephen Fretwell album today, spun it while packing and ended up lying in bed, looking up. I think it's "Emily" that did it to me, a song I want to sing to a girl named Emily, sweet and sincere like the rom-com I wish my life were. Because I stay up all night thinking of this stuff, and Magpie can be my soundtrack. It's a type of music I'm just becoming aware of - nice to listen to on my own, somewhere in my head, but probably even nicer to listen to with somebody special (this hasn't been tested, but I'm 90% sure it's true).



With all the attention Band of Horses is getting, I thought you might be interested in Carissa's Wierd, Mat Brooke and Ben Bridwell's old band. It's dour, bedroom stuff; yet there's an odd stateliness to the intimacy of the whispers and (heart)strings. The solemn, processional pacing lends the august atmosphere to these essentially emo vignettes ("September Come Take This Heart Away" - need I say more?), the results less precious than, well, weird.












My girl Regina Spektor has two new tracks from her upcoming full-length, Begin to Hope, at her MySpace page. Something about my internet connection won't let me listen to MySpace streams... not easily anyway. So I've yet to hear these songs, but judging from the comments they sound quite interesting:Side Aches are a topic that most all of us have wondered about, I remember asking my mom what it was, and I was told that it was caused by drinking too much water before running around. But now that I think about it I was probably dehydrated 95% of the time when I was young, I liked to drink sodas, Capri Sun and Treetop Apple Juices. Heck I probably still am dehydrated 95% of the time. Now a decade or so later I get to thinking. How could it have been caused by drinking too much water” if I hardly drank water at all?
And so the research began, and now I am quite the expert on Side Aches.
A side ache is caused when the ligaments that attach your liver to your diaphragm are stretched. Your liver filters alcohol, hence the slang, “YOUR LIVER'S SMOKIN”, meaning you are drunk. I don't know what your Diaphragm is. While running, more than 70 percent of humans breath out when their left foot hits the ground, while 30 percent breathe out when their right foot hits the ground.1 And us 30 percent sure do feel it, because that right there is enough to stretch those ligaments right out! My mom (and probably yours too) was semi correct in saying that it was because you “drank too much water” the added weight in your stomach can sometimes play a part in stretching that old ligament out. But it does not necessarily have to be water, it can be an excess of any food or liquid in your stomach.
So the next time you go for a run, be sure to notice when you are breathing out, if you keep this under control, you will do just fine.
If you happen to get a side ache STOP! Do not exercise any more! My advice to you is quickly try one or more of the fallowing Side-Ache-Party-Crashers before the side ache gets any worse:
-Tino
The apparent depth of Okkervil River's Black Sheep Boy still finds me diving amongst the wrecks of castles and stones and darkly horned figures, uncovering new images and connections with every listen. It's a fascinating, often terrifying world centered around Will Sheff's Black Sheep Boy, a defiant and destructively unsettled figure wanting only to be left alone. "If you love me let me live in peace, please understand/ That the black sheep can wear the golden fleece and hold the winning hand," pleads the Boy directly in the faces of his tormentors and lovers, all hot and violent breath. What was this harrowing, magnificent, fascinating figure? It seemed to have quite a grasp on its creator (which in turn enthralled me), driving Sheff to write an album and a half's worth of material centered around his tormented Boy.

