Another Yerba Mate Fueled All-Nighter

'Tis the season- work alternates between hectic event logistics gigs and all-night endurance tours. I have a two-liter bottle of yerba mate (in a concession to convenience, I brewed it in a coffee-maker, rather than using the traditional bombilla and gourd method of consumption. It's a quiet night, and I've been indulging in a little nostalgia.





The video quality isn't perfect, but the song has a great line which resonates with a d00d who's working an all-nighter- You spoiled my day for the rest of the night. Indeed, work, you spoiled what could have been a great night of binge drinking...

I really didn't know anything about The Bluebells, but have learned that, like a surprising number of bands that made up the 80's U.K. pop invasion, they hailed from Scotland.

For me, the quintessential Scottish band will always be these guys- with the late, great Stuart Adamson having one of popular music's most distinctive voices:





The headband is a bit much, though.

A Break From My Usual Musical Nostalgia

I heard this song by Warren Teagarden on the radi-adi-o, and figured I'd post the video:





There's a quality of Mr Teagarden's voice which reminds me, for some reason, of Lloyd Cole. I can't quite put my finger on it, but here's one of Mr. Cole's best known numbers:





By the time this post hits teh t00bz, I'll be sleeping off one of my trademark yerba mate fueled all-nighters (got savvy about the "post options"... uh... option). Yeah, I wasn't joking when I wrote that October kicks my ass, and starting right off the bat with an overnight "double" sets the tone for the weeks of ass-kickery to come.

Maybe it's the sleep-deprivation which makes me compare Messers Teagarden and Cole, but I'll let the commentariat judge for themselves.

Wanted to Post on the Night of the Full Moon

This time of year, I get my ass kicked by work (living at night isn't helping my complection). The ass-kicking is coming in two varieties- there are the yerba mate fueled all nighters and the eleven-hour (ten spent on my feet, running around) event logistics gigs... two different flavors of "bastard's getting his butt kicked", served up on a regular basis. I wanted to post something on Friday night/Saturday morning, but I was wiped out. When I finally had time to sit down, I spent my time lamenting the disappearance of record stores with one of my awesome co-workers (we also joked about how Nessun Dorma describes our schedules these days), and didn't have time to write.

Yesterday (the word hardly has a meaning for me anymore), I started work at 3PM, and am working straight through to 6AM- this has been a stretch combining the two different types of ass-kickery I am undergoing. Event bleeds into overnight, sore feet are traded in for tired eyes.

Anyway, I did experience an idyllic moment the night of the full moon- I had to kill a couple of floodlight arrays in a parking area, and found myself in a barren parking field, rendered an eldritch otherworld by the luminescent altar of the lupine lords, and I figured that I needed to post a Halloween/full moon themed music video, a charming ditty by the drouthy antipodes' Screaming Tribesmen:





I played the hell out of the Vampyre EP when I was a beardless boy- this is another one to crank up to full volume.

Uh... The New Post is a Couple of Posts Back

I finally got around to publishing the post-lecture recap from last week's Secret Science Club lecture. That being said, tonight the Imagine Science Film Festival comes to Gowanus paradise The Bell House. A very tired Bastard (yeah, it's been another yerba mate fueled all-nighter) will drag his ass to Brooklyn for the festival.

Also, I want to take some time to extend my best wishes to Ned and the lovely Mrs. B. I've been playing catch-up lately, so I am late to the game on this one. All the best to the Beaumonts.

All Saints' Day

The dawn of All Saints' Day finds me on the tail end of one of my trademark yerba mate fueled all nighters. What better way to celebrate this solemn Catholic feast day than to post a video of some great pagan music by Scandinavian heathen supergroup Hedningarna? Here is Hedningarna performing "thunder raising spell" Ukkonen and, a personal favorite, the "seduction spell" Pornopolka (you read that right):





C'mon, everybody sing along: Raastan rauhan rinnastansa Jag skall riva frid ur bringan.

All-Nighter Aftermath, D00ds Singing Pretty

By the time this post hits the t00bz, I'll be sleeping off a sixteen-hour overnight stint (fueled, as always, by consumption of copious amounts of yerba mate), as my co-worker attended a black-tie fundraiser for a charity. With gasoline prices hovering around $4.15/gallon, it's nice to be able to combine two days' commuting into one round trip. It's also nice to have some quiet time to catch up on the news after a busy week of attending lectures and drinking beer. The one downside is not being able to participate in the back-and-forth jocularity in the comments section in real time. Oh, well, can't win 'em all.

In a comment in an epic 200+ comment thread at Jennifer's place, which is not to be confused with Jennifer's place, I described the Shins' song she posted as "unabashedly pretty, which is something I don't often say about a song featuring a male vocal." Last night, I heard the latest song by English band Keane, and it's another unabashedly pretty song sung by a d00d:





I think I see a trend here... I think it may be part of the New Sincerity, but not an insincere New Sincerity (I was pretty sure that Vacuumslayer had a post up about bronies but I could not find it in the t00bz- a little link-help, and I'll link to the post). Anyway, there's a trend of guys singing pretty songs lately. I remember when such prettiness wasn't en vogue:





Now get off my lawn, I'm sleeping!


UPDATE: Found Vacuumslayer's "brony" link...