No Bubble, Just ROCK!!! Vol. 6

It’s the Fourth of July, meaning, you get to listen to one of Galaxie 500′s best songs, which former member Dean Wareham of Dean & Britta played as an encore when they were in Prospect Park, Brooklyn two years ago. ‘Twas awesome; one of the best outdoor shows I’ve ever seen.

Good ol’ dream pop; nothin’ beats that!

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I’m dashing off to Wisconsin later this week, so I’ll miss the first-of-its-kind panel discussion b’ween deans Ackerman (Wayne State) and Closius (Baltimore), professors Henderson (Indiana-Bloomington) and Tamanaha (Wash U), and Third Tier Reality’s Nando. Moderation provided by All Education Matter’s Cryn Johannsen. If you’re interested in legal education all five of the participants have contributed to the issue.

I’ve also found a ringer to cover for me with some guest posts while I’m out.

So, here’s some of Wisconsin’s contributions to American culture:

Boris the Sprinkler (they’re from Green Bay, not Green Day!)

Pale Young Gentlemen, a Madison band led by folks a grad school classmate grew up with (and who allegedly opened for the Clientele, which neither of us believed)

Finally, the Milwaukee-based Charles Walker Band, with a guitarist I grew up with (on the left)

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A year ago, Forever Yours purchased Tiger Trap’s eponymous album and concluded that Tiger Trap was the band Pennsylvania punk band Weston was always pining for. And let’s be serious: the idea of a 1990s four-piece all-girl twee-pop band sells itself. The album opens with Rose Melberg punishing us for doubting true love.

Mid-January 2010 rolled around, meaning it was time to use my eMusic coin once again, and because I recently described law schools as federal debt money addicts, I have been appropriately cursed by bumbling onto Melberg’s second mid-1990s group’s first album, It’s Love by the Softies. Here’s a taste of the wistful universe I’ve condemned myself to.

Here's my spatial sequence for the days of the week.

It gets worse. Readers don’t know this but I’m blessed with synesthesia, which mainly manifests itself in spatial sequences I see in my mind’s eye when I think of numbers, time, or sides of cassette tapes. It’s more commonly known as number form synesthesia. I didn’t know I had it until two years ago, overturning an ancient conclusion that I was the only person on earth who saw the world this way. On occasion though, I experience mild sound → color synesthesia, with light blue pleasantly clouding my mind when listening to dream pop such as the Clientele.

I also tend to get addicted to new music—sometimes like love at first sight—and I can listen to a new piece I fancy on repeat for days or weeks at a time until it enters my personal pantheon of awesome.

When I first heard the next track I felt so much light blue I thought eMusic spiked my downloads. The rest of the album teleports me to whatever Melberg or Jen Sbragia are singing about. It’s quite draining, yet I can’t stop!

Well, I’m boned. When I’m out, the album’s in my head, and when I’m home, every few hours I find myself working my way to the directory the Softies are in saying:

No LSTB! Don’t listen to it again! It’ll make you sad! No! Stop! Don’t open those files!! NOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! It’s so beautiful…Aaaaaaaaagh…I hate you.

Damn you Melberg. I am enthralled to your voice and clean guitars, and I hate how you make me feel like a pitiful Title IV-snorting law school.

No Bubble, Just ROCK!!! Vol. 3

I wish I could say that I’ve been enjoying Winter Break too much to blog or that I’ve been neglecting it for a week, but truth be told I’ve been working on a small quantitative project I will roll out in 2011.  Until then, I’ll close the year with some Rock ‘n’ Roll.

I dedicate this beauty by the Dirtbombs to all the legal education reformers (young and old) I’ve come into contact with over the past year.

The second one, courtesy of Guided by Voices, is to all you law students.  Here’s what you should do this year, if you’re not snowed in.  You can also see GbV play on New Year’s Eve in Manhattan, if you have $80 to burn.  I don’t.

Third one, by Screaming Trees, is for this blog’s readers.

A happy 2011 to you all!

No Bubble, Just ROCK!!! Vol. 2

Folks, I said I’d be busy for a few days, so here’s some music to keep your thoughts focused.  Actually, I thought I’d be putting these up more often!

Okay, meditate on these truths, primates:

This Byrds psychedelic instrumental is my new theme song [sorry for the redirect ].

Not to be outdone, the Soft Boys give us the best arthropod-based rock & roll song since the Who’s “Boris the Spider.” [You might wanna listen to this on YouTube; the audio is better.]

When you send me to CLEs, I will doodle!

Finally, your love(less) song of the day, courtesy of another band worthy of special mention for getting me through law school: Mr. Airplane Man.

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This sitar-sploitation by the Ceyleib People is my new theme music:

Now for the Shins’ bleak anthropology:

And to cheer you up, a love song by one of the bands that got me through law school, the Clientele.  Their mini-album Minotaur came out earlier this month; I recommend.