This is my first copy of the split EP by my band, White Suede and the wonderful band, Gay.
Guess what? We had a few at the record store, and people bought them all. I'm so happy! I hope people like it.
Now, you could just listen to the songs here, on the myspace. Or that much less slow & cluttered, band camp.
BUT JUST SO YOU KNOW,
This record is WHITE vinyl, and there are several available colour variations. I enjoy the red / blue one, but you may like the neon orange. OH and it comes with a digital download code so you can have it on your iPod.
So, you can buy it from Pleasence Records on their site. I mean, someone in Portland bought one and that's a cool place I've never even been to. So, follow suit. THANKS. xoxo
I just walked in the rain much farther than I should have. I'm soaked, I look like a shaggy (or scrappy, to use Laura Jane's expression) little cartoon kid. I swear, wearing a bow helps. It is cute. Pair it with a braid, and you've got a classic, rain friendly look.
I am waiting for Robin at Saving Gigi. I have her shoes. She isn't answering, and I really want to go to her house and put my jacket in her dryer. I lost my bank card and am low on cash, it is weird and irritating. I had enough for a coffee and a tea, so I am nursing them and writing on my stupid computer like a typical jerk. Oh well, here's a playlist.
This song reminds me of "For No One". I love Harry Nilsson. He is so sweet & sad. I feel like right now I look like the girl he describes in this song. Hahahaha it's kinda schmaltzy but whatever.
Also:
I hope that if I ever get married & decide to get divorced; my husband would at least humor me with one last hurrah: a trip to Mexico, so I can at least get a Mexican Divorce.
This is the best song on this subject. Ben Kweller is so little. Go watch the real video, it wouldn't let me embed it, it is better with electric guitar.
I have to get going, but no matter the weather, everyone should put this song when they are walking down the street. Even in the coldest cold or the most unseasonable rain you could imagine, this will help put a spring in your step.
and once you get to 3:27, you're laughin'. It is so great!
And I only want for you to pull over & hold me 'til I can't remember my own name.
I always want that part to be about Samberg.
Ok, my friend Nay is here, I'm going to talk to him now.
BYE COMPUTER!
Life is so good but I started a new job and have so much less time to dick off and make mixes for folks for Christmas or anything that I actually want to do.
Last night, at a drag queen bar that my friend Dan works at, I won a gift certificate for $100.00 towards a tattoo. I guess I better get one.
WE:
- went to comedy
- had chicken wings at the Rhino
- played songs & picnic-ed on the floor of her new apartment
- watched this:
- had a lot of wine
- went to a party
- went to Lysh's house and painted my nails / got leftover TIFF swag
- I met with my new roommate, Brad, who is really great.
- had boar ribs at Dan's house.
It was a really good time.
Now, I am at the office. They are playing Rod Stewart's American Songbook collection.
This is my last day of temping, I start a full time job tomorrow.
A SHI SHI ONE.
I need to find a dream apartment for me and da Brad asap, commuting makes me gristly.
I cannot sleep this morning, so I have taken to the internet. I went on Flickr. I'm not familiar with it, but I like to go to things like that and type in my name and see if something will pop up. Pictures from a show or something. I don't know, is everyone this vain?
Anyway, I type in 'Kritty Uranowski' and nothing comes up, but they ask, "Did you mean 'Gritty Uranus'"?
I TOTALLY DID. I TOTALLY MEANT THAT.
Wait, what? My name makes less sense to the internet than Gritty Uranus does?
I never liked the name Kristina. Everyone always spelled it with a Ch. Polish people got angry that it wasn't spelled 'Krystyna'. I wanted to be named something more exotic. My mom wanted to call me Cassandra. Then I'd have been a Cassie? No, my parents never called me anything except for Kristina. My schoolmates called me Krissy and my brother (and a few sibling-like childhood friends) calls me Kris.
Kritty was an accidental nickname and here is the concise version of how it came to be, that I tell at least once a day, unless I don't meet anyone new that day.
Guy: Hi, I'm Malechor. (or whatever)
Me: I'm Kritty.
Malechor: You're pretty?
Me: Yes but my name is Kritty.
Malechor: That's unusual, what country is that from?
Me: It is short for Kristina.
Malechor: I've never heard that before.
Me: Well, your name sounds like Wes Anderson wrote it.
Malechor: There has to be a story behind it.
Me: On the first day of college, they were calling attendance, they said KRISTINA URANOWSKI, I said actually I prefer Krissy and the teacher (this lady, specifically) said "KRITTY? WHAT THE FUCK KINDA NAME IS KRITTY?" and it stuck.
Malechor: I LOVE THIS SONG.
What happens when a nickname overtakes your real name and you don't really care about what name you identify with any more?
But my last name...my poor, little old last name. I can't change my last name, can I? There are not very many Uranowski's left, and my brother is doing good, world-changing things with his life and I think he deserves to carry the name on. Maybe I should change it to preserve the pride of my small & lovely family.
See, one of my bands got a nice little write up here:
But my last name is spelled 'Urinowski' in this article, and in another review or two on the interwebs.
Uranowski is bad enough. Urinowski makes me think of the time my roommate Ben drew a picture of big, fat cartoon guy peeing and wrote 'The Big Urinowski' under it --- this was after I told him someone called me The Big Urinowski in grade school and it really hurt my feelings.
I wanted to change it to Ultranowski. Kritty Ultranowski is really good. Is it too late to change it? Especially after all this?
Or should I get rid of the Kritty? Should I do Gritty Ultranowski? Kristina Uranus? Gritty Urinowski?
How immature am I that I cannot get past a little childhood trauma and a little misspelling to just enjoy some complimentary words about some music that I am very happy people are hearing and responding well to?
EVERY TIME I READ IT, ALL I CAN THINK OF IS BRANDON TOREZ SNICKERING WITH HIS STUPID FUCKING LISP
"THE BIG URINOWSKI! HAHAHA THAT'S YOU!"
Whatever, there are worse people to be associated with.
WHY OIL OF OREGANO SUCKS: It just tastes so, so terrible. WHY DO ALL COLD REMEDIES TASTE TERRIBLE? I will pick this over Buckley's, because Buckley's taste sucks so badly it doesn't even warrent a blog post.
But when I'm sick and take Oil of Oregano and then eat a few Jack Links before going to the gym --- I SMELL LIKE THE PIZZA MAN ON THE TREADMILL.
I comes out of your skin.
Oh well, at least it helped me getting rid of my cold!
HANG IT UP, SEASONAL ILLNESS.
I may just make all of these blog posts 'rules' because I really have to stretch to find things that suck.
I don't feel like doing a bunch of entries about racism, spiders and Taylor Momsen.
- He also makes music. WHAT THE HELL --- Donald Glover is the perfect man.
I probably stole these pictures from his AWESOME TWITTER or AWESOME BLOG where he posts about awesome food, clothes, music, sex, etc. (In my heart of hearts, I hope he has all the clothes he posts on there because it is fucking fabulous and YOU DESERVE IT DONALD GLOVER!)
Donald Glover rules because he is someone working hard and making good shit happen.
KEEP IT UP, DONALD GLOVER.
(Hang it up / Keep it up reference courtesy of Jesse Thorn and Jordan Morris of Maximumfun.org)
nothing big, just caraway rye toast, topped with a little cheese and two eggs, ketchup. coffee, 7 dwarves mug. water in a glass that says 'birthday bitch'
WHAT I KNOW ABOUT WHY THIS RULES: It is yummy.
anyway, as i'm cooking breakfast, listening to hit radio, this song comes on:
First of all, the weird 90's sterile sexuality in this video is the reason my parents didn't let me watch MuchMusic for about 18 months in the mid-90's.
WHY I THOUGHT IT RULED: It was super sparkly. There is glitter falling, and glittery miniskirts, a really pretty shell necklace. A fancy, frosty lipped, fully-clothed sex party.
It is kinda nice to have a Canadaian Savage Garden type. I like this song because the opening line is repeated and left to reverb as the closing line of the song. Love when that happens. HAUNTING!
According to the Sky (Canadian Band) wikipedia, the lead singer ended up having camera-shyness and quitting right before they won their 'Best New Artist' Juno award. Then they replaced him with a chick, and then another dude. Maybe the two piece formula wasn't working for them, I wish they made more songs. Or did more projects.
Wouldn't this story be funnier if it ended, "Changing their names to Kevin Drew and Brendan Canning..."
what i know about why this rules: show me a person who doesn't like home alone (or its superior sequel, home alone 2: lost in new york) and i will show you a person with no heart, soul or taste in anything. period.
WHAT I KNOW ABOUT WHY THIS RULES:
1. This song is featured in a joke in "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia" in the episode "Sweet Dee Has A Heart Attack" Season 4 Episode 10. Download it.
2.Wah wah wee wah remember casey had the yo la tengo tote and you had the sonic youth tote?
6. This is music made by guys who 'grew up' (formed mentally) listening to Animal Colective.
9. I LOVE THIS BAND AND THEIR NAME. They are really influenced by the Beach Boys (i think? Jesse Thorn talked about them on the Sound of Young America) and this song reminds me of a picture I drew of Brian Wilson's vocal chords in college.
15. Remember when we got drunk and wrote that song about how we wished Chan would start drinking again so she'd make better music? You're about 4 summer's too late, We Are Trees. (but this is still a good song.)
