(nate 1 & nate 2)

Welcome to our friendly little blog - hopefully some decent material will be up to read as to understand the methods of our madness. Please come find out what we think about music (Bowie will be a touchstone, dare i say...), recent events, pictures (#2's), etc. etc. etc.

As for my horrible corresponding abilities, I've taken this venue to hopefully explain what's going on in my life, and various thoughts. be forewarned - i do like music a lot, and religiously digest it.

Current Listening for Nate#1: Outhud/!!! reissue (review up on stylus soon), Arthur Russell and some Wiley all innit. I realize the hipster quotient on all this music. The Outhud concert (in July) was an incredibly fucked-up experience this summer. To explain a room fulla hipsters dancing their faces off, despite the regular boring indie-kid presence, makes me rethink many many things. even to this day.

How much indie-rock is absurdly dull, backward (in that backcountry way, except seen at cities 'round america), and wasted self-loathing? see Xiu Xiu for bringing back another Ian Curtis retread, or even Interpol, for that matter. Ian Curtis was a tortured individual, but we are not all that, and needing that, really beckons a question or two about whether we need to tread back into the high-modernist "tortured genius" territory anymore.

so, yes outhud brings up funny paradoxes - and maybe all the dance-punk is returning to a place where grunge hacks didn't spend years perfecting the quip "this is how much she loves me" and instead letting us begin within that Primal Scream "Screamadelia" blissfulness with critical early-80's nowave nods. dance motherfucker. and so, my close friends/lovers, let us all embrace the juicy goodness of arthur russell and forget about credibility for a couple spins, yep yep?