tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43144114673896329652024-02-19T13:51:58.290+02:00JabberHunt...at the end of the day it's more about the hunt than the catch. Or so I thought. Now give me that cake!Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-65380177796248546802009-04-25T00:35:00.002+02:002009-04-25T00:43:54.089+02:00On the moveBlogspot is fun, but I figured it would be even more fun to give Wordpress another go. Since I've already got my own domain anyway, there's no reason why I shouldn't play around with it. Fresh start and all that. Sort of reminds me of the good old days with Movable Type, my first-last-and-only proper blog, which spammers sadly got the better of. See you on the <a href="http://blog.tegneblokken.net">other side</a>.Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-79985561072208681342009-04-08T21:34:00.003+02:002009-04-08T21:51:23.191+02:00We will never severI was wrong. Very wrong. Dubstep is <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> kind of dance music. It all boils down to the essence of the genre; the down-tempo beats, the nostril-tickling sub bass, and the occasional build-up that breaks up the monotone waves of motion and smashes you back down on the floor when the bass hits again.<br /><br />So yes, I went to The Villa to see Skream, a relatively big name in the world of dubstep. Suffice it to say I haven't been to a more fun live set since Surkin at Hovefestivalen last year. Once we decided to leave the not-so comfortable safety of our table there was never going to be any turning back. And when I finally woke up in the PM I didn't feel as though I'd been through a terrorcore aerobics class either, so everything turned out great.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Technical note: I'm testing Friendfeed, and if all goes well this post should be sent to Twitter. Oh the joy of Web2.0 :)Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-53173603325771058142009-04-02T02:27:00.006+02:002009-04-02T11:53:53.119+02:00Sold my bed, no need to sleep these nightsWhat do people do on dubstep concerts/raves/whatever-you-call-it? You can't really jump or dance or shout along with the songs, but I'm sure I'll think of something. It's not as if it's a problem anyway. After all, the hundreds of times I've been to live shows I've mostly had my feet firmly set on the floor, one hand clutching a beer and the other in a pocket. Just like everyone else. Norwegian crowds are tough.<br /><br />So I'm all set for witnessing a genuine dubstep performance on Friday. There really is a first time for everything. Not really my cup of tea, but dubstep is a tiny genre that practically nobody likes, so going to a show is going to give me that sweet feeling of being more eclectic and hence better than everyone else. Narcissism still is the most comforting place to go.<br /><br />In other news I've been really bored for a few days. And when I get bored things like this happen: <a href="http://tegneblokken.net/">Website makeover</a> (if you for some inane reason still insist on using Internet Explorer 6, don't expect too much. Instead go <a href="http://www.mozilla.com/en-US/firefox/firefox.html">here</a> or <a href="http://www.opera.com/">here</a> or <a href="http://www.google.com/chrome">here</a> and download an alternative web browser). The drawback is a severe change in my circadian rhytm; daylight saving time didn't help either.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gdOi-gdL58g&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gdOi-gdL58g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-28149612707468815692009-03-23T16:27:00.003+02:002009-03-23T18:46:02.474+02:00The wanting comes in wavesIf anyone manage to release an even more magnificent album than '<a href="http://open.spotify.com/user/dannyjolie/playlist/5j5OfA6ptdXbIwwMxvRA9k">The Hazards of Love</a>' in 2009 I'll declare this year the greatest in the history of music. Yeasayer and (hopefully) 120 Days, I'm looking in your direction.Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-26644018424133742762009-02-26T23:42:00.000+02:002009-02-27T00:42:34.629+02:00Sometimes things get, whatever......or <span style="font-style: italic;">Probably Not The Top 5 Albums of 2008</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Trance</span>.<br /><br />Well, not really. But to compensate for the lack of albums on this 2008 roundup, I needed a few fat headings.<br /><br />Anyway, everyone knows the routine: Some person you don't know anything about lists ten or twenty records, of which you've probably heard of half at best. That's usually the way it goes in my case. Especially in 2008, which is why I didn't bother to compile such a list until now. And unlike 100% of all the other ones I've seen so far, this is a list that does not include any of the following: Glasvegas. Vampire Weekend. Fleet Foxes. Fair enough, I never really gave them a chance. But they didn't leave any impression on either the first, second or third listen, so in the end I didn't bother.<br /><br />No more BS: (oh, and in no particular order)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cut Copy - In Ghost Colours</span><br />Cut Copy visited Norway three times last year. Didn't catch them even once. However, In Ghost Colours will always be the soundtrack of my version of 2008, a year where the practical and predictable was set aside and I just decided to dance along to the good things that came my way.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gMk6mZotsk&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gMk6mZotsk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">deadmau5 - Random Album Title</span><br />Minimal House with elements of Trance, or vise versa. Nice background music while walking dogs or reading books. Everyone and his cousin wants to be remixed by the mouse these days, and the kid does have killer studio skills.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bw_kgoyyANw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bw_kgoyyANw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lindstrøm - Where You Go I Go Too</span><br />Three tracks clocking in at just under an hour, starting off with the monster title track (29 minutes) It's never going to be a success, but if you're patient it pays off. Ambient electronic discoish stuff with a hint of every possible influence in the worlds of Italo and Jean Michel Jarre - needless to say, most of my friends hate it.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q58iO_OH9Ts&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q58iO_OH9Ts&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mount Eerie with Julie Doiron and Fred Squire - Lost Wisdom</span><br />The stuff that makes dead relationships come partly to life, if but only in your mind for a while, before the last song ends and you wake up in reality again. My number one choice as background noise while reading books too.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xmHP9PTkZp0&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xmHP9PTkZp0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Presets - Apocalypso</span><br />Ok album, but what a song! The spanking new video is an instant favourite.<br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zkjDBQwalw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zkjDBQwalw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br />That's about it. The first albums that came to mind when thinking of 2008, I guess that has to count for something. For good measure I'll add Sebastien Tellier - Sexuality too, but only because of L'Amour et la Violence...<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPQpEHoiTqI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPQpEHoiTqI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-18942042114163254032009-02-22T18:49:00.007+02:002009-02-22T22:31:15.028+02:00No Go!I don't usually mind looking slightly odd, weird, stupid or all of the above. After all, I proudly sported a moustache for å full month about a year ago, and at the end of the day it was a good laugh for everyone, and nobody got injured or killed.<br /><br />At the time of writing I <span style="font-style: italic;">am</span> almost dead and most definitely injured. Shoveling snow while coughing ectoplasm is described as the most efficient way to achieve a slow and painful death in 'Hernia for Dummies', and after successfully exercising the former a few minutes ago I'm not going to disagree. However, mere hernia popping out everywhere doesn't really seem too bad compared to fooling around in the front yard, running the risk of being spotted using The Mighty Wovel. Moustache or not, this just blew my funny fuse:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cojezg-2auw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cojezg-2auw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-57344485610921932822009-02-20T00:14:00.006+02:002009-02-26T23:49:24.980+02:00Power of the Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0SGcXVix7RfhccZje8Pegs3aAxhZ59cB-lRAPIGmPg6zhBA1YTIwg2c7r_cES2wNrEaGz_i8AuqZT602eCAAEYC8lCP7gSwCSjB006GE2DBfZYTHshqCtas3oEcY6p2BTEB1bfZ4639EW/s1600-h/critters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0SGcXVix7RfhccZje8Pegs3aAxhZ59cB-lRAPIGmPg6zhBA1YTIwg2c7r_cES2wNrEaGz_i8AuqZT602eCAAEYC8lCP7gSwCSjB006GE2DBfZYTHshqCtas3oEcY6p2BTEB1bfZ4639EW/s200/critters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304654242657398994" border="0" /></a>Growing up in the 80s was always bound to leave some marks in a young boy's mind. Or perhaps it wasn't as much the decade itself, but more the experiences of childhood, which I would assume most people remember as somewhat surreal no matter what decade they belong to. I don't know.<br /><br />Anyway, back then my neighbourhood was blessed with cable TV, so unlike our less fortunate brethren of the same generation who were merely left with one channel, me and the other kids were always up to date with the ongoings in the war between the Autobots and Decepticons, life on Eternia and not least Pat Sharp's mullet. And things were great.<br /><br />My memories from back then more often than not involve kindergarden. Among the most memorable moments was the time me and three friends found a gun under the porch in the back. But I also remember an intensely warm summer, and dad would pick me up in his old, but really nice Renault 4, the kind with black leather seats that become too hot, which made a boy with typical 80s shorts show extreme caution while getting seated. On the way home we would stop at the gas station for some ice cream. Boysenberry ice cream that is. I've never seen a boysenberry, much less tasted one, but I'll be damned if that ice cream wasn't the best I'd ever had. And sometimes, probably not on those hot days though, we would go to the video store.<br /><br />Now, I'd always choose something like Robotech or SuperTed. Safe stuff. But bigger things lurked in other parts of the store. And Critters was the holy grail. I have no idea why I so clearly remember that cover staring me down throughout my childhood, but it did. Needless to say I never really saw the movie itself. The cover was all I needed to get my imagination going. Up until now.<br /><br />So yes, I just saw Critters. And what can I say? Is it good? In a Cannes sense of the word, it probably isn't. But this isn't a movie made for Cannes. It is a movie made for those of us who grew up being the first generation of mass market consumers, those of us who got up at 8 in the morning on saturdays to watch 3 hours of cartoons and one hour of toy commercials, those of us who still love strange action figures from distant galaxies and cartoons from the days when nobody cared about tv violence and its possible effect on kids all over the world. In other words; it was made for me. And even if it's only a matter of 80 minutes, for those 80 minutes it did take me back to long gone days when nothing and everything mattered. I can't really ask for more than that.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/roaPqmUfA-w&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/roaPqmUfA-w&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-73290438979082874092009-02-19T16:17:00.004+02:002009-02-19T17:39:38.181+02:00A Farewell to ArmsMy reading habbits are starting to impress me. My writing skills are not. But though I'll probably never be mentioned alongside the likes of Hemingway and Dickens I find comfort in knowing that very few people do. Hell, I'm not even a writer, so why should i worry, right?<br /><br />I had never read the real classics (whatever that's supposed to mean. In my book it's got something to do with age and reputation...), but sitting in Hemingway's, a bar in the golden triangle area of Kuala Lumpur, I figured it was only a matter of time. The mojitos were nothing but amazing, and I remember thinking that if you ever have someone name a bar after you, serving the best drinks in the world, you've probably done something right at one time or another. However, nearly another four years would pass until I picked up my first Hemingway novel.<br /><br />A Farewell to Arms would be the sixth novel I read in 2009. Maybe the first classic, I wouldn't know. The race of filling the blanks is one I can never win, too many books have been written, too much music has been made, but at least the blank spot with Hemingway's name on it is now partially covered. I think I'll give Kafka a go next.Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-59238522772629971472009-02-17T22:33:00.002+02:002009-02-17T22:37:14.848+02:00Happy anniversary!<span style="font-style: italic;">One year went by, and when they finally reappeared they realized what had happened - Facebook and Twitter had killed the blog star.</span>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-42978901756389738752008-02-17T14:24:00.002+02:002008-02-17T14:35:26.749+02:00but at least i author my own disasterDid I mention that the burglar took the last remaining half of a pack of pain killers? No, I believe I didn't. Guess what... Because I just found out.<br /><br />Note to self: Don't Drink Cognac. Ever.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Song for today: <span style="font-style: italic;">of Montreal - The past is a grotesque animal</span>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-58258875546680214842008-02-14T22:47:00.000+02:002008-02-14T22:45:05.405+02:00Wanting something warm and moving<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkk5BqkzBNjkb6f99cCx6cvQTQ6fFVFeOhGd1R_Vqt-2fBeRYLI0rjj2Fwuivvo93TuooIZxRd8PMboYw4z1hP6kBT91vDRHzhf5qjf_W2IBldrT50uwKlmRqJRulYzdEFUFFjkt0HULQo/s1600-h/B0000019PA.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkk5BqkzBNjkb6f99cCx6cvQTQ6fFVFeOhGd1R_Vqt-2fBeRYLI0rjj2Fwuivvo93TuooIZxRd8PMboYw4z1hP6kBT91vDRHzhf5qjf_W2IBldrT50uwKlmRqJRulYzdEFUFFjkt0HULQo/s320/B0000019PA.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166640706607386978" border="0" /></a>I wasn't completely sincere with the guy at the record store when I told him about the break-in and said I just had to start over again. Like I mentioned earlier my CD collection was still intact after the crowbar people had left. But seeing that my hard drive with a slightly above average mp3 collection was missing I figured it was a proper occasion to finally buy some of those CDs I intended to get but never did. I guess his remark about my choice of albums to be the first ones in collection v.2.0 made me feel good, and, as always, feeling good is good enough for me.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Album for today, <span style="font-style: italic;">Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea</span>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-37173045787824158062008-02-13T23:52:00.003+02:002009-02-18T12:07:09.694+02:00no need to worryThank you. Thank you very much. You're probably not reading this, but if you are I have a few things I'd like to share with you. You weren't always nice. Let's take it from the top.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuR6Ql062OrEeAGq-scX7Fxk0PqKcNBkIaZuz7thxVvCEyudMSx7N8jkFQGS6q73j2TWdp6N9kpAJHU5zJS7ZqsHGAQTg03o284aTm0Y6N_Zrhyphenhyphen3xynuTn8JUwJLEC8PwuAQojPPtzc9n/s1600-h/3438289-549832725.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuR6Ql062OrEeAGq-scX7Fxk0PqKcNBkIaZuz7thxVvCEyudMSx7N8jkFQGS6q73j2TWdp6N9kpAJHU5zJS7ZqsHGAQTg03o284aTm0Y6N_Zrhyphenhyphen3xynuTn8JUwJLEC8PwuAQojPPtzc9n/s320/3438289-549832725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166624956962312530" border="0" /></a>Coming home to my flat, only to find one of the bedroom windows broken wide open was not cool. It's just not a nice thing to do. Running off with my camera and external hard drive wasn't too polite either. Photos and such don't come bundled (but I have most of them on another computer anyway, so it's no disaster).<br /><br />My old phone though, heck, I'd give it to you if you had asked nicely. And I'd even let you borrow my Nintendo DS, not to mention the trusty old Gameboy Advance. And my headphones... (why would you want them anyway?)<br /><br />These things, along with my flatmates' laptop computers, watches, glasses and beanie (?!) disappeared, you ran off with them, and for that I am capable of hating you, if only for a moment. But I don't. Because I believe that somewhere, deep inside your tormented soul, there's a tiny glowing light of conscience, and this is why I thank you from the bottom of my heart:<br /><br />Thank you for not touching my stereo. For not laying eyes on my beloved little synthesizer. For not looking twice at my limited edition records, for not stacking my cd collection and memories from times long gone into your bag. Thank you for not ruining my sketchbook with drawings, poems and lyrics just because you could. Thank you for leaving the small things that matter, and running off with the things that don't.<br />--<br />Song for today, <span style="font-style: italic;">Yeasayer - No need to worry</span>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-72337055490172558922007-09-24T22:56:00.000+02:002007-09-24T23:42:29.235+02:00Wall graphics, w00t!So you moved into your brand new spanking hot apartment, you bought a fancy thing that's supposed to be a sofa, you even found a nice place to put that <a href="http://www.ikea.com/no/no/catalog/products/60065461">bamboo stick</a> you picked up at IKEA, but something is missing. The place still looks like the set of George Lucas' 1971 debut <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066434/">THX-1138</a>, and as cool as that might sound, it's not. The walls need stuff on them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUOCcM9HlO4wg3X4j6YRWc674U0uZ-WwSxoNS7W78NDKQ6qldXzY1J2srtTHmzC6_1pzGR5J6LJeH5fa_JW9w-ExUCLXfLNsJ4aYHXqY7ClPtLG9N2BwpBiPcN78TQPqXKoFZ4-eakCMZ/s1600-h/FireBrigade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUOCcM9HlO4wg3X4j6YRWc674U0uZ-WwSxoNS7W78NDKQ6qldXzY1J2srtTHmzC6_1pzGR5J6LJeH5fa_JW9w-ExUCLXfLNsJ4aYHXqY7ClPtLG9N2BwpBiPcN78TQPqXKoFZ4-eakCMZ/s320/FireBrigade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113884680575929186" border="0" /></a>Now, you might consider doing the obvious thing and <a href="http://www.pixelguerilla.org/dott/">paint a megalomaniac Purple Tentacle</a> all over the place. Then again you could just head over to <a href="http://www.whatisblik.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=B&Product_Code=TH-110">Blik Surface Graphics</a> and pick up everyone's favorite Threadless print, wall style. Your girlfriend's gonna be just as impressed. Honest.<br /><br />For the record: I never intended this blog entry to have two references to George Lucas. But things like that happen every now and then.<br /><ul><li><a href="http://www.whatisblik.com/">What Is Blik dot com</a></li></ul>Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314411467389632965.post-31439121129537306922007-09-24T17:50:00.000+02:002007-09-24T18:42:04.979+02:00Future Future Future Perfect!Having played Guitar Hero II for more than a fair amount of time I found myself in the odd situation where the only new song I liked was "what the hell is this cheezy electro pop synth thingie doing here" Less Talk More Rokk by Massachusetts based cheezy electro pop synth band Freezepop. I downloaded their songs. I signed up for the newsletter. Hell, I even bought the t-shirt. Freezepop was the way to go. There. I said it.<br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">The good thing about being 26 in 2007 vs. 16 in 1997 is that nobody judges you by what music you listen to. Or, well they do, but it doesn't really matter. So instead of deeming anything that isn't either a) Metallica, b) Pink Floyd, or c) Sepultura as uncool without any further thought, you just listen to whatever sounds cool/fun/good/dark/dirty/whatever when you want to.<br /><br />That said, I do have limits of my own. But to conclude this boring digression, my point is that it's pointless to say that something sucks just based on genre and artist. (Except r'n'b, the "good vs. boring" ratio is so low, just ignoring the whole thing saves you a lot of time. But you didn't hear that from me.)</blockquote><br /><br />So, back to Freezepop. Their next album is featured on <a href="http://www.myspace.com/freezepop">MySpace</a>, go check it out. It includes the song from GHII along with a whole bunch of fun songs that might hit a dance floor in your neighborhood in a not too distant future. Instant fave: Ninja of Love. For some reason it makes me want to play hyper addictive flash game <a href="http://www.mausland.de/234.maus">SwapJob</a> (massive pop-up alert, but it's worth it...).Danielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08667122346312194406noreply@blogger.com0