Best of 2007

Best Albums
M.I.A. -Kala
Animal Collective - Strawberry Jam
Battles - Mirrored
Jens Lekmen - Night Falls Over Kortedala
Apples in Stereo - New Magnetic Wonder
Panda Bear - Person Pitch
Vampire Weekend - s/t EP
Justice - Cross
I'm From Barcelona - Let Me Introduce My Friends
Feist - The Reminder
Beirut - Flying Cup Club
David Vandervelde - The Moon Station House Band
Band of Horses - Cease to Begin
Yeasayer - In Hour Cymbols
Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
Modest Mouse - We Were Dead Before the Sink Sank
Le Loup - The Throne of the Third Kingdom of Heaven
Menomena - Friend and Foe
Explosions in the Sky - All of A Sudden, I Miss Everyone
Axe Riverboy - Tutu to Tango
Bjork - Volta
Stars - In The Bedroom Before the War
Caribou - Andorra
Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?
LCD Soundsystem - Sound Of Silver
Deerhoof - Friend Opportunity
Peter Bjorn and John - Writer's Block

Best Concerts
DAFT PUNK - Lollapalooza
LCD Soundsystem - Lollapalooza
Battles w/ Caribou and Born Ruffians - Metro
Do Make Say Think - The Billiken Club
Menomena w/ Illinois and Jumbling Towers - The Billiken Club
Of Montreal - Pitchfork
Wilco - Northwestern
Andrew Bird - Northwestern
Dan Deacon - The House Cafe
David Vandervelde - Lollapalooza
David Vandervelde - The Billiken Club
Earl Greyhound w/ The Natural Selection- The Billiken Club
Matt & Kim - Lollapalooza
Gentleman Auction House - The Billiken Club
St. Vincent - The Billiken Club
The Decemberists - The Pageant
White Rabbits w/ White Denim - The Billiken Club
The Shins - The Pageant
De Novo Dahl - The Billiken Club

Best Comedian Shows
Aziz Ansari
Demetri Martin

Best Road Trip
Graceland - Memphis, TN

Best TV Shows/ Series
Man vs. Wild
The Office
Planet Earth Series
Psych
Planet Unicorn

Best Spontaneous Trip
Looptopia/ Loopaggedan

Best Coffee Joints
Kaffiene
Let's Meet For Coffee

Best Late Night Eatery
Jimmy John's

Best Discovery
Vicks Tissue

Best Movies
Juno
Knocked Up
Superbad
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Those Results Never Lie

The chalk hits the blackboard and crumbles. He grabs another one, but just as soon as he picks it up it turns into dust. He's coughing now. His students wait patiently as he continues to struggle to pick up a piece of chalk. He nervously laughs, "this never happens to me". A student gives a sympathetic chuckle.

Giving up on the chalk, he decides to use the projector. The student's eyes reveal a sign of contempt and annoyance. So close. Before taking his seat behind the projector, the fan blows hot dry air into his chest. He sips from his thermos which is believed to have coffee, but actually contains hot mint chocolate.

He begins his lecture. Ring. A cellphone goes off. Ring.

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I'll blog it out because that's all I know how to do.
I'll sing this song because you told me to.
I'll write this paper because it's due.
I'll clean this room because I have the flu.
I'll sip the soup because it was made by you.
I'll hang up the picture because by hand it was drew.
I'll do a dance because my knowledge grew.
I'll love you forever because that's all I ever knew.

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Kiss Taste Like Honey

The words are all too verbose, taking it too literal showing imagery and a comparison to those things you see in everyday life. It's just way too indie/experimental/ electronic/ funk/ boog a loo/ alternative/ modern/ post modern rock to describe something is a sweet candy apple on a early fall autumn day after having got off a train leading to nowhere. A reviewer and a person of egocentricity, too one minded to care about what others have to say about their life or opinion. I don't understand what you are trying to say when you tell me that its a mix between this and that for those two things don't relate. You say your words are too deep and intense for anyone to even develop cognitively. But, sir you are a liar and an imbecilic fool if you believe that. For I will not fall for your slyness or coyness, for it is indeed that you are ignorant to make up this fantasy world that only you live in. So for your own good, it'd be nice to return back to reality for all the pretty ponies, flying Pegasus, and stomping unicorns in the land of rainbows and cotton candy clouds have had enough of you. I'm telling you to refrain from your nonsensical ramblings of irrelevant symbolism for no one cares enough to acknowledge your similes and metaphors. Lastly, you sign your name with an heir of confidence and self accomplishment for having changed such a mainstream/ pop/ rock/ post punk/ hip hop kind of world. But no one stands and applauds you and if you didn't know, it is indeed for good reason.

Dream Sequence

Last Night I had a dream that I was at a train station with the Hanson brothers. At this train station, there was a basilisk that would've killed everyone if it didn't get a sacrifice. So, then the Hanson brothers got kidnapped and were off to be sacrificed to the basilisk. I, of course, the willingly good soul decided that I should be sacrificed in place of them. I think I was in love with one of the brothers...eek. So the younger brother was all for me taking their place, but the one that I loved ( I think it was the middle one) was like "NOOOOOOO! Don't do it." So well the evil priest or the sacrifice organizer was like "ok! we'll take you." So I was carried off and tied away in this cave awaiting to be eaten by a basilisk. I somehow escaped, maybe through the help of my loved Hanson brother. Whereas we thanked each other for saving each others lives and then this is where I was awoken. So basically I had a Harry Potter Dream except involving the Hanson brothers. I have no idea why this is so. I haven't read Harry Potter recently or saw a movie. I have been listening to a lot of hmmmbop but not to my choice. (darn you Jacque)

The other night, I yelled out "TRUCK DRIVER!" and woke myself because I yelled something out that I had no control over. It was scary. I think it was about the man I fell in love with the other night. He was a truck driver and beautiful. Now he's a rockstar and beautiful.

I guess I'm getting my dreams back. YAY!

Sgt. Friend-O

Let's go to Nantes and sip on the sweet nectar of our memories.
I'll wonder is there a ghost?
At that moment, I'll scream "We are Gods!We are wolves!"
We'll cross the fences that trap our lives, but all I'll want to do is shakeshakeshake.
I'll tell you like a little hummingbird that the night starts here.
I've been telling you that its just a little cocaine habit that I'm trying to get rid of.
That's why I just can't wait to get to TTHHHHEEE PAARRRRTTYY!

There are 10 songs that I'm really enjoying in that poem. Man. I miss writing poetry. Well I kind of miss writing fictional prose. There really isn't any time. I need to stay awake and study.