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floop
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 Posted - 05/15/2006 : 12:20:35
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maybe i could read it aloud and set up a podcast for it. and then you could listen to it in your car.
"I don't have any money to buy new clothes and if they paid me to get some I'd probably buy more hoodies." - Mark Wainfur |
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Doog
* Dog in the Sand *
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Posted - 05/15/2006 : 17:18:30
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THAT WOULD BE AMAZING IF I HAD AN I-POD OR A CAR OR SOMEPLACE TO GO
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Nimrod's Son: tribute to t'Pixies - Live @ The Venue, New Cross, London - Fri 2nd June
www.myspace.com/doog = solo choons
www.myspace.com/casabonitaband = noisey stuff
www.myspace.com/weevilknievel = surfrockpop geekery
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
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Posted - 05/19/2006 : 17:11:44
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Not familiar with their music, but I saw this article in today's (well, yesterday now, I suppose!) The Guardian Film & Music section, and found it on The Guardian's site, just thought somebody might be interested in it:
http://arts.guardian.co.uk/filmandmusic/story/0,,1777574,00.html
Cover story
'Stuff doesn't happen unless I'm alone'
The critics loved them. Their peers loved them. But Grandaddy never made the jump to stardom their contemporaries the Flaming Lips managed. Now the band's leader, Jason Lytle, has called a halt and moved to Montana. Laura Barton tracked him down
Friday May 19, 2006
The Guardian
'I spent the recording of The Sophtware Slump in my boxer shorts trying to call
my dealer' ... Jason Lytle at his new home in Montana. Photograph: Sarah Lee
A mobile-phone ringtone comes blasting across the paddock. "Hey," Jason Lytle mumbles into the handset. "I can't talk right now. I'm about to get on a horse." Lytle, the man who is, to all intents and purposes, Grandaddy, is tentatively acclimatising to country life: clambering nervously onto great chestnut-coloured horses, spotting muskrats and bald eagles, and tearing after runaway goats. It is a stark and sudden change of scenery. Grandaddy sprung out of Modesto, California, in 1992, and had remained firmly rooted there ever since; through label changes, tours and four studio albums. Now Lytle has turned his back on California, upped sticks to rural Montana and announced that this album, Just Like the Fambly Cat, will be the band's last, despite their getting the kind of love from contemporaries and critics most bands can only dream about.
Like many band break-up tales, the dissolution of Grandaddy is one of disenchantment, money, drugs and romantic defeat. Over three days in Montana, Lytle tells the tale with the same gentle melancholy that haunts his music. "The weird thing about Modesto," he notes of his former home, "is that on the map it looks ideal - you have the forest, you have the desert, you have agriculture, you have the mountains, you have the ocean. But actually everything is just far enough away so that it's inconvenient enough that you don't end up doing any of those things, ever." That is not a bad analogy for Grandaddy: their plaintive songs of robots, heartbreak and man's engagement with technology, their 1999 breakthrough album The Sophtware Slump, their connections with Elliott Smith, and the reverence they were accorded seemed to provide all the elements to bring them the success everyone agreed was around the corner. But it never quite happened. While the Flaming Lips and Mercury Rev, bands that flew similar paths, managed to make the leap into a wider public consciousness, Grandaddy never quite took their space-rock into orbit.
Perhaps it had something to do with Modesto's low horizons. "It's flat," Lytle says. "And there's a sort of heavy gravity that exists there, where literally it's a valley and you can imagine any attempts at getting out meeting with failure." Lytle grew up on the outskirts of town, with his father and stepmother, after his parents divorced and his mother "went off on some fucking soul quest". His earliest musical influences were a curious combination of the drumsticks his mother bought him to play with, his stoned father and stepmother listening to the MOR band Boston around the dinner table, and sitting at his grandmother's piano, figuring out octaves. Later would come record-buying pilgrimages to San Francisco, waiting up until midnight on Sundays to tape the Maximum Rock'n'Roll show off the radio, and riding round town on school nights, wasted and singing to Elvis Costello.
But music was not his first calling. Rather, Lytle discovered a passion for skateboarding, for "the feeling of rolling around, propelling myself over things, flying and floating and grinding and sliding". Escape from small-town life was promised by professional skateboarding and a sponsorship deal, which took him on tours of California and suggested there was a world beyond the valley and the orchards, only for a severe knee injury to crush his plans at the age of 20.
"It was like being addicted to drugs and just stopping cold," he remembers. "I was suffering big-time nightmares, agitations, shakes. A lot of people just end up getting on to some other drug and that's what I felt I needed to do." Lytle's new drug was music. "I felt I wanna learn this, I wanna take it apart, I wanna turn it upside down, figure out how people do this. And went right to the source. I wanted to learn how to record it, from the ground up." Later, he would find that live performing gave him "that grace ... where the mind and the body were working together" that he had felt while skateboarding, but for the time being he took a job with a sewage treatment company to earn the money to buy recording equipment for his "experiments in sound ... It was kind of like the awkward stage that I went through at first with skateboarding. A lot of suffering needs to happen first."
It was a long time before he played anyone his songs, longer still before he found his voice and mostly he just tinkered around with a four-track. Home recording was not then the lo-fi mainstay it has since become, and the popularisation of DIY recording is perhaps one of Grandaddy's legacies. "Being a no-name shitbag barely able to pay your rent and making your own recordings was still kind of a newer concept," Lytle says. When he eventually played his recordings to his friends he was bemused by the response. "They had such a hard time realising that something listenable could be made by somebody normal. Like it just comes from mystical fucking wizard somewhere, or it can only come from somebody who's untouchable, on a stage and living in a mansion."
Grandaddy grew organically, beginning with bassist Kevin Garcia, and drummer Aaron Burtch and later joined by guitarist Jim Fairchild and keyboard player Tim Dryden. For a long time the band stayed "simmering" in Modesto, playing local dives and coffee shops, until a mail-out of a homemade LP attracted major label interest. Curiously, the band chose to sign with the fledgling Will Records, principally because the label brought the legendary producer Don Was out to Modesto to meet the band. "We go to pick him up at the little hoe-dunk airport," Lytle laughs. "Aaron has this shitty 1974 Ford Escort, it didn't have a back seat, all it had was a cinder block. And no, we don't sit him in the front seat, we make Don Was sit in the back, on the cinder block."
Signing to Will was a decision they would bitterly regret. "The label just had no idea what they were doing," Lytle says sharply. "We were dead in the water." Their small advance covered the making of Under the Western Freeway, and bought them the van they used to embark on a self-booked, ramshackle first tour: turning up at venues unannounced and begging to be allowed on the bill, driving hundreds of miles to support a Thin Lizzy covers band, constantly badgering the label to wire them money. Still, it was arguably Grandaddy's most enjoyable tour. "It was cheap and dirty and horrible and exhausting and nastiness, and we had no safety net," he recalls, "but we just laughed, and we were having fun and talking shit and going 'It couldn't get any worse than this, could it?' Next thing you know you're in Mississippi, sleeping underneath the van, covered in ants and spiders, completely hungover, being woken up by mosquitoes. And still with 500 more miles to go."
What saved Grandaddy was Howe Gelb, the cult Americana guitarist. After seeing Gelb's band Giant Sand play in San Francisco, Lytle - drunk, unshaven, unwashed - stumbled up to Gelb to declare his admiration and thrust a Grandaddy tape into his hand. Gelb was instantly smitten, and alerted a contact at his record label, the London-based V2, to his new favourite band. So began a lengthy and expensive tug-of-love battle between Will Records and V2, eventually settled in a dissatisfying fashion that meant "probably every song I write until I'm 115 years old has to have a Will Records stamp on it".
Still, the V2 deal allowed Grandaddy not only to do some proper, ant-free touring, but also to record their next album, The Sophtware Slump, which Lytle decided to produce in a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. "I was in the middle of orchards and fields," he recalls. "I just remember everything out there was dusty. Humidity and dust." The Sophtware Slump, a strange and beautiful album, was hailed as an instant classic. With its themes of our social and environmental interaction with technology, it is frequently described as "America's OK Computer". It was, says Lytle, "just fresh and weird enough", and it earned Grandaddy a slot supporting Elliott Smith, the late songwriter who defined the tastes of a generation of American alternative music fans. Lytle, it seemed, had stardom in sight.
But making the album had been a fraught process that caused the first hairline cracks in Grandaddy. The band existed only to play live and Lytle wrote and recorded alone - a system he now ruefully refers to as a "facade ... in my mind, it was always the book versus the movie and I always preferred the book" - which meant he spent the recording of Sophtware Slump "in my boxer shorts, bent over keyboards with sweat dripping off my forehead, frustrated, hungover, and trying to call my coke dealer".
The periods when Lytle was holed away working on albums were, he admits, "weird" for the rest of the band. "Earlier on I tried to include people as much as possible," he says. "Then I realised the magic is me really prying stuff out of my head and getting it on to tape, and that stuff doesn't happen unless I'm completely alone." Even then, he could not be relied upon to work consistently: "Sometimes it's about the right amount of blood sugar, just slightly hungover. And I'm really affected by the weather. If it's too nice outside it's insane for me, the concept of being inside. Everybody talks about this whole technology versus nature thing [in Grandaddy's songs] and if it's anything that is it: look who my best friends are, a bunch of plastic and circuitry and electricity, when I should be running around getting chased by bumblebees."
When Lytle was writing and recording, the rest of the band were forced to return to part-time jobs, while he was weighted with the responsibility of being, in a sense, the family breadwinner. "On the one hand I'm trying, and on the other it's like 'Back the fuck off. I can't be rushed,'" he says. To hasten the creative process, Lytle tried "to spur things artificially with whatever drugs ... Speedy stay-uppy stuff mostly. Preferably coke. But if there was anything else around I'd jump all over that ... And that would be good for a little bit, and then bad for a lotta bit. It took me a while to recognise those patterns, and then I'd think, well that's stupid, now I have a little problem."
Touring to promote The Sophtware Slump and its 2003 successor, Sumday, only made things worse. "Right around the tour of Sumday, things were falling apart," he says. "I was getting really fed up of a lot of things. Of what it takes. When you come into all this you want to do anything it takes, and we were really accommodating - overly accommodating: every photo-shoot, every interview, every every, every every everything. And in every interview I'm reaching into my heart trying to come up with the right answers, every song, every show. Every piece of in-between song banter. All of it means something." It was clear to Lytle that something had to change. "The only way that I could conceive of fixing these problems was to completely tear down the old way and possibly conceive a new way," he says. "Unfortunately what we came to know as the entity of Grandaddy was the old way."
Grandaddy had not been in the same room together for two years when Lytle scheduled a meeting in downtown Modesto at the end of last year to dissolve the band. The wake was held, as they so often are, in an anonymous hotel, the tallest building in town. "Everybody knew," he says. "But we needed to make it formal, we needed to make it official. We needed to pay some respects to what we've done, just make it real. So that's what we did." They talked for three hours, picked apart the financial implications of the break-up, what went wrong, what went right.
And what did go wrong? How come Grandaddy never sniffed the commercial success that, say, the Flaming Lips enjoyed? "I know why the Flaming Lips made it," he smiles. "Cos of Steven Drozd [their 'musical director']. I dunno why we didn't make it." He searches around for a reason. "I think we're a hard image to swallow. Throughout the years, when we saw things becoming too mechanised or cookie-cutter, we did our fair share of trying to sabotage things. We just didn't do it right." Mostly, he says, the band's final meeting was a good-natured affair: "It was like a meeting of old veterans; we are the only ones who know what we went through." And were things left amicably? Lytle hesitates and speaks wistfully of them all going back to being who they were, before all this. "Unless," he concludes, "we've changed, and we don't wanna be friends any more."
Lytle will argue that Just Like the Fambly Cat was not conceived as a final record. Nevertheless, it is infused with a sense of melancholy and finality. Lytle sighs. "You know what, I did know I was leaving Modesto. A five-year relationship that escalated to the point of getting engaged had completely come to an end. A very, very close friend of mine had committed suicide because of drugs and alcohol, and eventually that triggered me into a complete state of sobriety. And there was uncertainty, fighting with the label throughout all of this, to get the money to make the album. Music was my last resort." Suddenly Lytle looks very tired.
But here he is, in Montana, sitting amid unpacked boxes in his new house beneath the mountains and breaking the silence with a soft burst of piano. He says he is wondering how all that big sky will affect his music, scared of being lonely, of the possibility of having turned his back on his chance of "unconditional love and relationships and trust and bond". Fambly, he explains, is a reference to a Steinbeck mis-spelling from The Grapes of Wrath, a novel largely set around Modesto. "So it's my kind of closing the chapter on that whole part of my motherland," he says, and gives a slightly wobbly smile.
Working on the album, Lytle developed a "fascination with the concept of the disappearing family cat. They'll do that [when they're going to die], almost out of respect and not wanting to put people out." He imagined a family slowly realising their much-loved cat had slunk off to die. "So with that picture in my mind I conceived the intro: it starts off with this solitary child's voice and the low bed of all these pretty instruments . . ." Lytle explains the gradual build-up to a unharmonious clatter of sound. "It's almost like you've got this pure thing that's happening and stuff keeps accumulating and falling up and getting messier and messier and building to a point where you just don't think you can take anymore."
The idea, he says, was to end the cacophony abruptly, "and start the big, rocking first song", but he dismissed that as too obvious. "So I went through some of the out-takes of the dialogue that I got from the kids, and there was a point where she giggles, and I thought that's perfect - you've created this drama and this tension and it's got to the point of 'I just can't take anymore, woe is me I'm self-destructing.' And then, instead of pulling the big trump card high drama move, it's like at the end of the day it's really not that bad and you know, it's actually kinda funny."
Why I love them, by Guy Garvey
To say I'm a fan of Grandaddy is an understatement. I first heard them years ago, when they toured the UK and I was working at the Roadhouse in Manchester. They were these guys with long beards skateboarding round the venue, and when they played they were incredible.
Grandaddy have always been bracketed with bands like Calexico and Giant Sand, but I think they were as important as the Flaming Lips. They were like them, that youthful, energetic musical experimentation, but with an old soul, lyrically. There is a hardcore of songwriters and poets twinning technology and nature, rather than seeing technology as separate from evolution and Grandaddy are one of them. I like the slow-burning songs, and I like the way he mixed his own fears with songs about building androids.
Guy Garvey is the singer of Elbow
Why I love them by Howe Gelb
He [Jason Lytle] did the exact same thing I did once: he got all liquored up and went up to some guy in a band he liked and said this is me, here's my tape. I just had a good feeling about Jason right from the start, all drunk and filthy. I went home to Tucson and his tape got stuck in the tape deck of my truck for four months, but I never much cared because it always fitted the mood somehow. Because what Grandaddy have, it doesn't come very often - but it's a certain flavour. And when you hear that flavour in your head you find yourself thirsty for it. It has a quench to it.
These guys felt like family from the get-go. They'd come down to Arizona a lot. Jason even planted some trees in my yard. But bands, like marriages, have shelf lives. And it's important to explain why it's okay to split up. It'll make sense later. And when it doesn't make sense anymore, maybe they'll come back together again.
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floop
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Mexico
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Posted - 05/20/2006 : 13:51:08
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thanks for that Carl
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PixieSteve
> Teenager of the Year <
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Posted - 05/21/2006 : 15:08:23
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i like grandaddy but erm... don't all their songs sound the same?
FAST_MAN RAIDER_MAN - June 19th |
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floop
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Mexico
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Posted - 05/21/2006 : 16:23:39
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if by "the same" you mean uinque, creative, and awesome... yes.
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Doog
* Dog in the Sand *
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Posted - 05/22/2006 : 03:29:31
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Originally posted by PixieSteve
i like grandaddy but erm... don't all their songs sound the same?
The newer stuff is pretty samey, it's gotta be said.
Thanks for that, Carl! And while I have your attention, "Carl" is referring to the podgy be-vested one from Aqua Teens, yeah? Or is it your reeeeeeal name? I seem to remember the Mooninites invading your sig at one point..
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Nimrod's Son: tribute to t'Pixies - Live @ The Venue, New Cross, London - Fri 2nd June
www.myspace.com/doog = solo choons
www.myspace.com/casabonitaband = noisey stuff
www.myspace.com/weevilknievel = surfrockpop geekery
www.myspace.com/ukpixiestribute = Nimrod's Son |
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
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Posted - 05/22/2006 : 09:17:17
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Originally posted by Doog
Or is it your reeeeeeal name?
Yep.
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Apesy
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Posted - 05/22/2006 : 14:39:02
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Originally posted by Doog
The newer stuff is pretty samey, it's gotta be said.
I don't know. Sumday is the only album I'd call samey; I still can't recall what some of the songs sound like off the top of my head. Whereas everything on Fambly Cat really sticks out for me...
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Doog
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Posted - 05/22/2006 : 17:26:29
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Yeah, I really did just mean 'Sumday', come to think of it. '..Todd Zilla' is pretty varied, I've not heard enough of 'Fambly Cat' yet to really comment.
They're still a lovely, lovely band.
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Nimrod's Son: tribute to t'Pixies - Live @ The Venue, New Cross, London - Fri 2nd June
www.myspace.com/doog = solo choons
www.myspace.com/casabonitaband = noisey stuff
www.myspace.com/weevilknievel = surfrockpop geekery
www.myspace.com/ukpixiestribute = Nimrod's Son |
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floop
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Posted - 05/22/2006 : 18:27:23
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Grandaddy is one of those bands that, when you hear them, you know it's them. They have a very distinct sound. but i don't think that translates to samey. they have a pretty wide range imo
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Doog
* Dog in the Sand *
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Posted - 05/27/2006 : 10:16:27
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That's awesome and all, but wtf is a ".sitx" file?
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fbc
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Posted - 05/27/2006 : 11:36:47
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Sorry Doog, it's a mac file. I'm sure it can be converted for PC using a demo at http://www.stuffit.com/win/index.html.
I'm in the process of downloading the May 09 (Jason Lytle & Aaron Burtch) gig. I'll post it up asap if anyone wants it:
01. intro
02. The Go In The Go-For-It
03. Jed the Humanoid
04. Summer Here Kids
05. XD-Data
06. Go Progress Chrome
07. Laughing Stock
08. Summer...Its Gone
09. Hewlett's Daughter
10. Protected from the Rain
11. Today I Started Loving You Again
12. Disconnecty
13. Chartsengrafs
14. Jeez Louise
15. Sarah 5646766
16. Jed's Other Poem (Beautiful Ground)
17. Fare Thee Not Well Mutineer
18. El Caminos in the West
19. Dreaming My Dreams With You
20. Miner at the Dial-a-View
21. Elevate Myself
22. The Crystal Lake
23. Aisle Seat 37-D
24. Jason speaking
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Doog
* Dog in the Sand *
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Posted - 05/27/2006 : 17:11:33
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Mac userrrrrrrrrs! A pox on your houses!
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floop
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Posted - 05/29/2006 : 22:24:27
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fbc, you're a saint.
doog, i feel bad for not transcribing the Magnet article after your generous music sharing. when i get some time... maybe i can type up the highlights. or, photocopy it and mail it to you?
long live Grandaddy.
i just camped in Big Sur over the weekend and listened to a lot of Grandaddy by the campfire. perfect band for that
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floop
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Posted - 06/06/2006 : 12:42:02
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i thought this auction was amusing. though cool, i think people are insane to be bidding that much
http://makeashorterlink.com/?Q2FD4583D
ps. there are some great Grandaddy videos on youtube
let's just keep this Grandaddy thread going forever
"I don't have any money to buy new clothes and if they paid me to get some I'd probably buy more hoodies." - Mark Wainfur |
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floop
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Posted - 06/06/2006 : 22:13:31
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can i just say Disconnecty is the best song, ever.
did i mention i like Grandaddy?
"I don't have any money to buy new clothes and if they paid me to get some I'd probably buy more hoodies." - Mark Wainfur |
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Thomas
* Dog in the Sand *
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Posted - 06/08/2006 : 08:21:06
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a2YNC2O9Z0
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A few weeks back, Grandaddy's Jason Lytle stopped by Other Music and treated everyone to an acoustic performance featuring songs off his band's latest album, "Just Like the Fambly Cat." Here's an exclusive clip from that day with Lytle playing "Elevate Myself," courtesy of The Trip Wire.
"Our Love is Rice and Beans and Horses Lard" |
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fbc
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Posted - 06/08/2006 : 13:58:42
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Loving the YouTube today, thread!
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floop said: i thought this auction was amusing. though cool, i think people are insane to be bidding that much
It's just nice to know there are 14 more of us out there someplace.
Check it! http://www.nineup.com/noisepop99/gallery/grandaddy.html |
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floop
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Mexico
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Posted - 06/08/2006 : 14:40:37
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long live Grandaddy, and the Grandaddy's Dead thread
"I don't have any money to buy new clothes and if they paid me to get some I'd probably buy more hoodies." - Mark Wainfur |
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Doog
* Dog in the Sand *
United Kingdom
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Posted - 06/08/2006 : 16:04:09
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57oO-NsPSDM&search=
I'm not sure where this is from, but it's awesome. Looks faaaairly old.
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Jose Jones
* Dog in the Sand *
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Posted - 06/09/2006 : 12:59:19
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is that on the arm of roger album? i never got around to buying that. i suppose it might be out of print by now.
also, i wasn't able to grab that solo show. is there any way you can repost it?
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fbc
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Posted - 06/10/2006 : 03:07:46
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Jose, I've just emailed you the links. They expire tomorrow, so I hope you read this today.
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Apesy
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Posted - 06/11/2006 : 23:48:57
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Originally posted by Doog
I'm not sure where this is from, but it's awesome. Looks faaaairly old.
It's actually the b-side to the limited edition "Elevate Myself" single (out as a 7" in the UK).
EDIT: Jason does look pretty young in that, though. Not sure what the deal is.
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Doog
* Dog in the Sand *
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Posted - 06/12/2006 : 02:20:27
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Guess it could be an old song and video that was just waiting to be used on a proper release?
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floop
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Mexico
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Posted - 06/12/2006 : 07:42:17
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that's pretty funny
"I don't have any money to buy new clothes and if they paid me to get some I'd probably buy more hoodies." - Mark Wainfur |
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
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fbc
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Posted - 07/04/2006 : 10:06:00
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*bumpety bump*
“I would record The Sophtware Slump over again. The fact that this album has gotten this sort of acclaim only reconfirms to me what a load of shit this business is. An album about trees and computers that came out right after OK Computer? I don’t get it… but I do.”
http://www.drownedinsound.com/content/view/951696
Coincidentally, this weekend I walked up the side of a mountain, walked down the other side of the mountain, swam in the river (well, sea) and lay in the sun but wasn't that nice to everyone. I was in Wales. |
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Doog
* Dog in the Sand *
United Kingdom
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Posted - 07/04/2006 : 10:19:17
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quote:
Originally posted by fbc
Coincidentally, this weekend I walked up the side of a mountain, walked down the other side of the mountain, swam in the river (well, sea) and lay in the sun but wasn't that nice to everyone. I was in Wales.
pahahaha
Floopster, perchance have you sent that Grandaddy article my way yet, homes?
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floop
= Wannabe Volunteer =
Mexico
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Posted - 07/04/2006 : 11:09:06
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hey doog, i'm sorry for the delay. it's in the mail NOW
"I don't have any money to buy new clothes and if they paid me to get some I'd probably buy more hoodies." - Mark Wainfur |
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Doog
* Dog in the Sand *
United Kingdom
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Posted - 07/04/2006 : 17:17:44
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Awesome, thanks a load dude.
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www.myspace.com/ukpixiestribute = Nimrod's Son |
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fbc
-= Modulator =-
United Kingdom
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Posted - 07/05/2006 : 04:54:39
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I spent last night learning to play 'Stray Dog and the Chocolate Shake' on my little one's toy keyboard.
Boy did I have fun. Little trick. |
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Grandaddy's dead
