<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323</id><updated>2008-07-23T10:45:15.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popsheep</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354570649559033835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-3499471536577207751</id><published>2008-07-23T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:44:55.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Article I, Section 25 of the Constitution</title><content type='html'>Photo:  A hanging Californian flag, white with a profile of a bear and the word Republic.  The flag is partially lit by a low grade, off center spot.  The matte red background of roof and rafters is lit by upward pointing interior flood lights.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say more than was already &lt;a href="http://popsheep.com/2007/05/kingfisher-and-bros.html"&gt;said&lt;/a&gt;, a surprising and brief return was made by Kingfisher and the Halcyonaires.  Despite travel, regionalism was felt.  Look for them, no - seek them out - in Berkeley, CA and feel them in Escondido, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/KFH.mp3" target="1231"&gt;Kingfisher and The Halcyonaires - Weeping Canopy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/07/article-i-section-25-of-constitution.html' title='Article I, Section 25 of the Constitution'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=3499471536577207751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/3499471536577207751'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/3499471536577207751'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-2044384627769092119</id><published>2008-07-17T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:00:50.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somnambuler</title><content type='html'>I have eluded to this before but the time for sincerity has come.  The band is &lt;b&gt;Jehova's Fitness&lt;/b&gt;, the man is Danny and the place is San Diego.  The band is completed by his friends and a vast array of performances, one following the other, each another step towards safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/JehovasFitness_TheHouseisVacant.mp3" target="1233"&gt;Jehova's Fitness - The House is Vacant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I begin to write about music on this space, I frustrate myself by constantly falling on the obvious.  Why bother including facts when a simple search would satisfy any curious listener?  (For instance, I'm sure it comes as no surprise that the singer of &lt;i&gt;ultra orange &amp; emmanuelle&lt;/i&gt; is the wife of Roman Polanski).  Thankfully, in this case, I can speak from the source: a man a plan a canal panama as sung by &lt;i&gt;J Church&lt;/i&gt;, boldness, superhuman bird and the evolution of life/love.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8573395@N02/2676600560/" target="1211"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="97%" src="http://popsheep.com/mp3/natty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/07/somnambuler.html' title='Somnambuler'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=2044384627769092119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2044384627769092119'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2044384627769092119'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-3033716341894560635</id><published>2008-07-11T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:30:24.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half empty halls</title><content type='html'>I hereby present to you the pinnacle of mall music.&lt;br /&gt;"le monde entier est un cactus"&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to focus on personal context.  Of course, a purist attack from such an angle will ruin this download.  Nevertheless, try to ignore greater context at all cost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Orange.mp3" target="1231231"&gt;ultra orange &amp; emmanuelle - sing sing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/07/half-empty-halls.html' title='half empty halls'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=3033716341894560635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/3033716341894560635'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/3033716341894560635'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-715790779663474032</id><published>2008-06-19T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:59:35.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"shit happens"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/comeandtakeit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/WW.mp3" target="123444"&gt;Wonder Wheel - She Lies, I Wait&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/06/shit-happens.html' title='&quot;shit happens&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=715790779663474032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/715790779663474032'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/715790779663474032'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-9041914345227993812</id><published>2008-06-16T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:15:45.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Take it.</title><content type='html'>From within the walls, it is a peaceful place. &lt;i&gt;Le nationalism est une betise&lt;/i&gt; is a non-scalable argument.  So 'Come and Take it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/FantasticMagic_Flowerbeds.mp3" target="2"&gt;Fantastic Magic - Flowerbeds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for the bands of &lt;b&gt;Fantastic Magic&lt;/b&gt; here in San Diego.  They played last week with Frog Eyes, an altogether pleasant experience.  So now I will grab on, for that brief instant before surprise and bewilderment strike with a regular consistency.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/06/come-and-take-it.html' title='Come and Take it.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=9041914345227993812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/9041914345227993812'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/9041914345227993812'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-8030294121185828133</id><published>2008-06-12T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:12:42.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 10PM</title><content type='html'>For those out of touch with home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/HB_SoundsAreBirds.mp3" target="212"&gt;Himalayan Bear - Sounds Are Birds&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;i&gt;...attacks the brilliant air&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a croon that bleeds into the final tracks.  There is some blood that croons into the final tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seascape:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/06/thursday-10pm.html' title='Thursday, 10PM'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=8030294121185828133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8030294121185828133'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8030294121185828133'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-1846209330042383945</id><published>2008-05-27T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:56:05.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://popsheep.com/uploaded_images/diamonds500-772151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://popsheep.com/uploaded_images/diamonds500-772140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed quality="high" src="http://www.archive.org/audio/xspf_player.swf?autoload=true&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.archive.org%2Faudio%2Fxspf-maker.php%3Fidentifier%3DDiamondsRoughCuts%26playlist%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.archive.org%252Fdownload%252FDiamondsRoughCuts%252Fformat%253DVBR%2BM3U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#e6e6e6" name="xspf_player" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="170" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world. Here is the creative commons licensed album "Rough Cuts" from my band &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diamonds&lt;/span&gt;. Distribute, distribute,distribute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the full album as high-quality (Lame encoded V0) mp3s &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/DiamondsRoughCuts/DiamondsRoughCuts_vbr_mp3.zip"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (42mb)</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/05/diamonds.html' title='Diamonds'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=1846209330042383945' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1846209330042383945'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1846209330042383945'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354570649559033835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-4210223895999808763</id><published>2008-05-12T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:10:41.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finches / The Mantles / Palms</title><content type='html'>Sticking to the facts: &lt;b&gt;The Finches&lt;/b&gt; off shoot to L.A. for love.  &lt;b&gt;The Finches&lt;/b&gt; become &lt;b&gt;Palms&lt;/b&gt;.  Meanwhile, I stop posting on Popsheep - not that I have been uninspired by music. Quite the contrary; I bought three &lt;b&gt;Pwrfl Power&lt;/b&gt; CDs, &lt;b&gt;Jehova's Fitness&lt;/b&gt; (recorder of the best Answering Machine music of all time) released a new album, &lt;b&gt;Rafter&lt;/b&gt;'s Sex Death Cassette finally found my hands.  Consequently the realistic pace of the music writing should have had at least three entries in the last six weeks.  But what did it take to break my internet apathy?  Carolyn Pennypacker Riggs, I suppose.  She played on Mother's Day and, since I'm getting a little bit older and more boring with every day, I recorded her half empty halls set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final song was Carloyn backed up by 80's 60's og/cavestomp revivalists &lt;b&gt;The Mantles&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Goodbye.mp3" target="12121212"&gt;The Finches/The Mantles/Palms - Goodbye (Live at the Che Cafe)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this internet website will become a glut of live performances from the Che Cafe, 2008-2011?</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/05/finches-mantles-palms.html' title='The Finches / The Mantles / Palms'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=4210223895999808763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/4210223895999808763'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/4210223895999808763'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-7110656866926862960</id><published>2008-03-21T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:23:00.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, especially the ladies" - Wolfboy, 2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/ForgotHowToRoar.mp3" target="314r"&gt;Ladybird - Forgot How to Roar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/WestCoast.mp3" target="334r"&gt;Ladybird - West Coast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladybird are making their way up the west coast of the US right now.  Perhaps you can help them book a show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ladybird00"&gt;Ladybird Touring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Everyone Welcome.  All Ages.  Dancing lessons, your 10 favorite beers, theme? Join books and wildflowers, scenic routes and piston.  Where is the candid? A shot so slung and lonely. Ladybird Ladybird Ladybird."&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/03/thank-you-ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title='&quot;Thank you ladies and gentlemen, especially the ladies&quot; - Wolfboy, 2000'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=7110656866926862960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/7110656866926862960'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/7110656866926862960'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-63649202069966777</id><published>2008-03-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:39:00.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old and Getting Older</title><content type='html'>In my attempt to describe the ideal band, the perfect musical career, the ultimate mix of passion, do-it yourself and day job honor courage and commitment, I found out that Lance Hahn was robbed of at least another 30 years of perfect punk rock output.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/TerryJacks_ItsBeenThereFromtheStart.mp3" target="2323"&gt;Terry Jacks - It's Been There From the Start&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is natural to yearn for home//There are many homes.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/03/old-and-getting-older.html' title='Old and Getting Older'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=63649202069966777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/63649202069966777'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/63649202069966777'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-825055981842255108</id><published>2008-03-03T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:43:51.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick krgovich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worried noodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p:ano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomlab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phil elvrum'/><title type='text'>Still A Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/414180198_3699de867d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/414180198_3699de867d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo courtesy of the wonderful &amp;amp; talented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.michellemayne.com/"&gt;Michelle Mayne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;That Nick Krgovich is a creative genius isn't news. But when it looked like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P:ano"&gt;P:ano&lt;/a&gt; was winding down, I wondered what he'd get into next and if he'd be able continue putting out such amazing records. Slow jams, sung in a white-boy soul falsetto devoted to the films of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douglas_Sirk"&gt;Douglas Sirk&lt;/a&gt; was a bit of a surprise, but the fact that it's so good isn't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/NoKids_BlusterInTheAir.mp3"&gt;No Kids - A Bluster In The Air&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I see it, this is his best work to date. No Kids is 3/4 of &lt;a href="http://members.shaw.ca/electricitygroup/music.html"&gt;P:ano&lt;/a&gt; and a bunch of other Vancouver musicians and the album is fantastic. I can't wait to see them live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus: this is him jamming with Phil Elvrum (of Microphones/Mt Eerie fame).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/PhilNick_WhatchaDoin%27.mp3"&gt;Phil Elvrum &amp;amp; Nick Krgovich - Whatcha Doin'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear they recorded this while wearing matching rolled-up white pants and flip flops. It can be found on the stellar compilation, &lt;a href="http://www.worriednoodles.com/"&gt;David Shrigley's Worried Noodles&lt;/a&gt;, which (along with the No Kids' album &lt;a href="http://www.tomlab.com/front/index.php?action=artist_detail&amp;amp;artist_id=90&amp;amp;artist_action=more_info&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=e7023b915396930a4050e5ccb0eb931b"&gt;"Come Into My House"&lt;/a&gt;) is out now on &lt;a href="http://www.tomlab.com/"&gt;TomLab&lt;/a&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/03/still-genius.html' title='Still A Genius'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=825055981842255108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/825055981842255108'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/825055981842255108'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06348629356655638328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-6793905498671011475</id><published>2008-02-27T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:30:01.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ppppppppppppppppparty music</title><content type='html'>Ok, for the first time in a long time I'm kinda freaking out about a band. They are called HedgeHog and they are touring in the US in April.  They asked for a show at the Che.  I can't read about them.  I can't order their CD.  By randomly clicking on their website I managed to download a track (I clicked on 的最新博客条目 [订阅这个博客]).  Who cares if they have to submit their lyrics to the government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Hedgehog2.mp3" target="22"&gt;Hedgehog - ?????[]??]]?[]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more songs: &lt;a href="http://cn.profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=1300348224" target="332"&gt;HedgeHog at Myspace.cn&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/02/ppppppppppppppppparty-music.html' title='ppppppppppppppppparty music'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=6793905498671011475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/6793905498671011475'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/6793905498671011475'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-3711767338197701338</id><published>2008-02-12T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:44:09.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Andrea:</title><content type='html'>Because she asked, a somewhat complete documentation of &lt;b&gt;The Boss and The Bandits&lt;/b&gt;  7" single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side a: &lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/strandedinthepark.mp3" target="123"&gt;Stranded in The Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side b: &lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/borninNV.mp3" target="1223"&gt;Born in North Van&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/images/bb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/images/bb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my problem is that no one takes me seriously.  However, &lt;i&gt;Stranded in the Park&lt;/i&gt; moves me more than any original sweat-rock/heartland of America song while &lt;i&gt;Born in North Van&lt;/i&gt;'s every line brings my mind to a place of "no one told me": joy, nostalgia, faux-nostalgia, regret, sadness and hope.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/02/for-andrea.html' title='For Andrea:'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=3711767338197701338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/3711767338197701338'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/3711767338197701338'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-1382580448740079659</id><published>2008-01-24T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:13:15.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"go home and post some talking on your blogs"</title><content type='html'>your luck's gonna change real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Quintron_JamSkate.mp3"&gt;Quintron on Mobile Floats&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/01/go-home-and-post-some-talking-on-your.html' title='&quot;go home and post some talking on your blogs&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=1382580448740079659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1382580448740079659'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1382580448740079659'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-2205740613985496645</id><published>2008-01-23T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:59:33.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride On</title><content type='html'>The overwhelming, suffocating, massive glut of bandwidth has forced me into the bleakest of landscapes.  I am adding to it - a speck of ash [ &lt;a href="http://www.ugrad.physics.mcgill.ca/~ddd/Diskettes_Tape.mp3" target="12"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ] and a single blade of yellowed, trampled grass [ &lt;a href="http://www.ugrad.physics.mcgill.ca/~ddd/Diskettes_LiveInTJ.mp3" target="122"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song from many years ago: &lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/CallAndResponse.mp3" target="1233"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Something - Call And Response&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A future fit for me: &lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/JCV_Assassin.mp3" target="11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Enfant Assassin des Mouches - Jean-Claude Vanier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof beyond proof of the main conflicting forces in my life:  As a concept becomes more abstract, reaching an understanding of it is strained and obscured.  However, in pursuit of the greater understanding, it is beneficial to generalize all problems to a single framework.  As a result, I post this song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/YPants_OffTheHook.mp3" target="121111"&gt;Off the Hook - Y Pants&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/01/ride-on.html' title='Ride On'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=2205740613985496645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2205740613985496645'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2205740613985496645'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-1361506570455892503</id><published>2008-01-01T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:09:43.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Continued Realistic Pace of this Writing.</title><content type='html'>A message of encouragement: Please put effort into interpretation.  However, inspiration only requires excitement at best/attendance at worst.&lt;br /&gt;two thousand and seven, i suppose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="../images/highplaces.jpg" target="1"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ]  [ &lt;a href="../images/hotrum.jpg" target="1"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ]  [ &lt;a href="../images/seascape.jpg" target="1"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="../images/birthdaze.jpg" target="1"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ]  [ &lt;a href="../images/worktable.jpg" target="1"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ]  [ &lt;a href="../images/whateveryouwantodo.jpg" target="1"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="../images/snowscape.jpg" target="1"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ]  [ &lt;a href="../images/snowscape2.jpg" target="1"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ]  [ &lt;a href="../images/myfaceontheinternet.jpg" target="1"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/BuffyStMarie_CantYouSee.mp3" target="you"&gt;Buffy Sainte-Maire - Can't You See the Way I Love You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicly: Come clean with me.  If I have bugged, offended or hurt you in 2007, tell me so we can clear things up.  I promise I won't be sore or defensive.  Mention this note first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two thousand and eight, so far:&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/LordBeginner_Housewives.mp3" target="22222"&gt;Lord Beginner - Housewives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2008/01/continued-realistic-pace-of-this.html' title='The Continued Realistic Pace of this Writing.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=1361506570455892503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1361506570455892503'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1361506570455892503'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-6318612395328126899</id><published>2007-12-19T00:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:13:36.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whigfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='springsteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason anderson'/><title type='text'>Saturday is the new Friday (but you know this!)</title><content type='html'>When I was in high school and college, Friday night was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; social night. Plans were made for later that night, movies opened, girls were asked out day of (less time to be nerve-wracked), the natural inertia of being around people kept me social until late. Now that I'm older and work an office job, Friday night is typically a write-off. I'm just too exhausted to really get it going. Now, a full night's sleep behind me, it's all about Saturday night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age has given me an appreciation of &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Pk8VZgJkpeg"&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/a&gt;, too. When I was younger he just seemed sweaty and raspy and way too patriotic. Now, though, I've begun to feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how awesome is it that &lt;a href="http://www.indiepages.com/wolfcolonel/"&gt;Jason Anderson&lt;/a&gt; (ex-Wolf Colonel) rolled the best night of the week and a love of the Boss into a rollicking 3-minute anthem to fun for the older set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/saturdaynight.mp3"&gt;Jason Anderson, "Saturday Night"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;a href="http://interpunk.com/item.cfm?Item=149988&amp;amp;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/a&gt;" is a great album; it's basically the sound of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good times&lt;/span&gt;. A little too Springsteen-y? Maybe, but this knockoff is way more entertaining than anything &lt;a href="http://gorillavsbear.blogspot.com/2007/06/did-arcade-fire-steal-this-dudes.html"&gt;Win Butler&lt;/a&gt; did this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - Mark my words: 2008 is the year that the saxophone completes its rock instrumentation comeback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS - This was my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcmBaRAj7FU"&gt;Plan B&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2007/12/saturday-is-new-friday-but-you-know.html' title='Saturday is the new Friday (but you know this!)'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=6318612395328126899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/6318612395328126899'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/6318612395328126899'/><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06348629356655638328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-4084376694220169178</id><published>2007-12-13T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:07:01.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretch mic across stage to 'make a line'</title><content type='html'>This is a perfect band.  I have been thinking a lot about 1996 and have been markov stepping through records/CDs looking for something related to the year in any way.  I felt a connection to Plover and I wanted to bond over the internet with Maxime.  However, while sawing open a coconut, I suddenly realized that a quasi-random search was useless.  A simple analysis, although possibly incomplete, would at least lead me to the vicinity of 1996 ideas.  So what could I possibly share with Maxime via music from 1996?  Well, frustration, anger, joy and the desire for carelessness might be a start.  I don't want to speak for Maxime - he may only relate to certain elements of 1996 music - but I'm pretty sure we both feel the boundless love. Perhaps a nod to flippant disregard set by guidelines of mutual respect.  I could go on, but eventually The Feelings broke surface and reminded me of the perfect band, the now/me band, the band that is the way I feel - mixed up and thankful, reckless and embarrassed, so in love and so mad at love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do The Feelings say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The men of passion, we men of passion make this music.  Our names are small cherished promenades and dreamy maps, they"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/TheFeelings_blow.mp3" target="asdsa"&gt;The Feelings - Blowin' My Mind Like A Summer Breeze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2007/12/stretch-mic-across-stage-to-make-line.html' title='Stretch mic across stage to &apos;make a line&apos;'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=4084376694220169178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/4084376694220169178'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/4084376694220169178'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-5149888637475203546</id><published>2007-12-11T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:10:41.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal Hidden Parts or Boundary Conditions</title><content type='html'>Here is some more focus::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/FootVillage.mp3" target="123123123"&gt;Foot Village - Where Ever the Fuck Arnold Schwarzenegger's From&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus is on the facts:  Foot Village are from LA.  Foot Village play drums and sing.  Foot Village are maybe more enthusiasm than anything else.  A perfect future born from a flawed past?  It sounds reasonable, but how do you deal with continuity, first derivative continuity, 2nd derivative continuity and so on?</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2007/12/equal-hidden-parts-or-boundary.html' title='Equal Hidden Parts or Boundary Conditions'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=5149888637475203546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/5149888637475203546'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/5149888637475203546'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-6278506541123107346</id><published>2007-12-10T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:13:17.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't die of it.</title><content type='html'>Has your naivety been harshly taken advantage of?  The loyalty of a dog can be easily fooled.  Is this because a dog is stupider than a man, or simply more naive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best year was 1998.  Maxime's is 1996.  Maxime has a beautiful child.  Maxime discovered this song, from 1996:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Plover_Earplug.mp3" target="2342"&gt;Plover - Earplug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/plover.html" target="23422"&gt;Plover - Earplug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can ask for help or fish for complements.  Anyone can lunch by themselves AND anyone can make mistakes, repeatedly, continuously, with grace and loyalty.  However, any reaction is an overreaction in a void.  The void is a mirror.  I see my face in the void, etc, etc, etc...</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2007/12/you-dont-die-of-it.html' title='You don&apos;t die of it.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=6278506541123107346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/6278506541123107346'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/6278506541123107346'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-2894117553943015661</id><published>2007-11-22T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:13:45.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Thanksgiving: Act I</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tl08n8_b3Sw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tl08n8_b3Sw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2007/11/american-thanksgiving-act-i.html' title='American Thanksgiving: Act I'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=2894117553943015661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2894117553943015661'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2894117553943015661'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-3455361358003048075</id><published>2007-11-16T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:41:04.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories are stones shifting under each step</title><content type='html'>In a little while, it will be completely acceptable to be completely beaten down by life.  I too, will reissue compilations of rare records.  I will passively and indifferently accomplish small things.  I will always show up on time (early) and NOT ATTEMPT NEW THINGS.  Yet, the quality of job will always be recognized, while taking into consideration expense and effort.  Sometimes, it is more sensible to adapt to an off the shelf product, especially when said product is of high quality and low cost.  There will be time, but no desire for outrage or edge.  Sensible colours will be allowed.  Only natural materials will be appreciated, with the exceptions of extremely waterproof yet breathable fabrics and extremely durable plastics.  'Not being hard on your stuff' is not only an aesthetic, but also a goal and meaning.  I will slowly narrow in on Guy Blackman watching and waiting patiently, without depression, heartache nor expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/GuyBlackman_Gayle.mp3" target="12223132"&gt;Guy Blackman - Gayle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/GuyBlackman_ActLikeYouDont.mp3" target="123132"&gt;Guy Blackman - Act Like You Don't&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2007/11/memories-are-stones-shifting-under-each.html' title='Memories are stones shifting under each step'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=3455361358003048075' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/3455361358003048075'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/3455361358003048075'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-2784239887106999815</id><published>2007-11-14T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:37:36.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still a wonder to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Prologue:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds are very surreptitious about such behavior.  ''The female wasn't moving randomly, but very selectively.'' said Dr. Smith.   Where is the California Mouse?  In the hills of the Sierra Nevada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is P:ano, Live at Victory Square (Needle Park) in downtown Vancouver 2005.  This is the last time I did many things and the first time I did a few.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com.nyud.net/mp3/Piano_Live2005.mp3" target="123"&gt;P:anooooooo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I am envious of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Blackman&lt;br /&gt;Running a small weekend business out of a garage&lt;br /&gt;Eating mini-quiche&lt;br /&gt;The past&lt;br /&gt;Walking all over me</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2007/11/its-still-wonder-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s still a wonder to me'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=2784239887106999815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2784239887106999815'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2784239887106999815'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-8402399255448992485</id><published>2007-11-05T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:08:08.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you have been stabbed in the heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/dishrags.mp3" target="444"&gt;Dishrags - I Don't Love You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you feel love as something inside yourself, a feeling you have, it is constantly renewed.  Such extreme emotion about a person or an issue should be a warning sign that something inside yourself is out of balance.  For the next two minutes, focus on something inside yourself, such as a feeling, a bodily sensation, or your breathing.  To solve the mysteries of the universe, you need to find something inside yourself.  A defining moment is when you found something inside yourself you didn't know you had and you pulled it out to save the day.  The tough truth is that if you want to change something inside yourself, such as a way you feel, think, or behave, you need more than someone pointing out.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2007/11/you-have-been-stabbed-in-heart.html' title='you have been stabbed in the heart.'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=8402399255448992485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8402399255448992485'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8402399255448992485'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-6000474234141132399</id><published>2007-10-31T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:42:12.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless</title><content type='html'>Which Canadian bands touring to L.A. does &lt;a href="http://www.misscecil.com/" target="12"&gt;Cecil Seaskull&lt;/a&gt; meet backstage?  Blue Rodeo? Sloan? New Pornographers?  I almost guarantee that &lt;a href="http://www.lisamarr.org/" target="12"&gt;Lisa Marr&lt;/a&gt; is back stage at the New Pornographers show.  Do Lisa Marr and Cecil Seaskull ever cross paths?  Maybe they were both stuck on I-10 when the left 3 lanes were closed due to and over turned truck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Gaze_TeaOrCoffee.mp3" target="123213"&gt;Gaze - Tea Or Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been driving around with Gaze out the windows.  A little Tears of the Valedictorian and the odd Notorious Lightning but you've already heard that to death.  I'm not trying to be nostalgic, but when L.A. traffic slows from a break down, a mattress and a ladder in the centre divide, I'm looking around for ex-CUB and ex-Nerdy Girl.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popsheep.com/2007/10/which-canadian-bands-touring-to-l.html' title='Useless'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=6000474234141132399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popsheep.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/6000474234141132399'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/6000474234141132399'/><author><name>david b</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>