And now, I leave
It took about 6 hours, but my filthy apartment is finally cleanish.
After this hellish ordeal, I've decided that, in all future apartmental dealings, I will consider the damage deposit a sunk cost and move on with my life.
With any luck, I'll be in Spokane in four hours or so.
I've bought a slew (6) of CDs for the ride, as I'm wont to do whenever a long road trip beckons. If I'm not too tired tonight, I'll review each and every one of them.
They are:
The Shins -- Oh, Inverted WorldIn addition to reviewing these albums, I'll also try and learn their names.
Dismemberment Plan -- *something* and I
Quasi -- Featuring "Birds"
The Libertines -- Up the Bracket
The Vells -- Whatever their new album is called
Read Yellow -- Um . . .
posted by Luke @ 3:06 PM
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13 Comments:
Luke-
Other listening you might enjoy (this is a serious suggestion) - 90 Day Men. It's beautiful, layered, sometimes hypnotic, and, surprising, piano driven. Go figure. There first album, 'To Everybody', is great. As is their more recent 'Panda Park'.
As for cleaning...yech... I've seriously considered just installing chicken-wire for flooring. Then I could just poke everything through instead of actually cleaning.
Peter
In every state, there are laws requiring the landlord/lady to return the deposit $ to you if the unit is reasonably clean and nothing was damaged during your time there (normal wear does NOT come from your deposit, nor does damage or dirt on paint or carpets if you've been there long enough that the law requires them to repaint/replace before the next tenant moves in, so know the laws in your state)... they just count on your either not knowing that or not being willing to fight about it, because they want to keep the deposit.
When you move into your new place, go over every inch of it and make a detailed list of EVERY flaw you can find; make a copy and give it to the landlord, and get them to SIGN a copy that you keep with your records. Take photos of all of these things if humanly possible, and make sure the landlord knows you've done so; once they see that they won't be able to trick you, they won't be counting on keeping that $.
After that... don't damage anything, keep the place clean, and you can move out with little added effort made and with all of your $. :-)
Wow.. You've managed to list six groups that even I have never heard of...this is either a sign of my age, or inattention...or, what's more likely, both.
What about The Flaming Lips? Soul Coughing? Or why not just some old King Crimson for crying out loud? Why not get all depressed and scream to some Tool? OR, even better, drift off into evil carnival imagery with Sleepytime Gorilla Museum?
Ah well.. the young... guess I'll have to pay more attention, and check out some of these musical selections...
Wait,, King Crimson, I RECOGNIZE that.
Talk about old. Why haven't I decomposed yet?! I actually interviewed them, before a concert, for the radio station at UCSD. In the Early Cretaceous Period.
"As for cleaning...yech... I've seriously considered just installing chicken-wire for flooring. Then I could just poke everything through instead of actually cleaning."
Just need a HUGE newspaper underneath it all.
-- Don Sheffler
Well hell, I guess I'm just going to have to review all of these then.
And the Flaming Lips are good, quite good, but I already have their latest stuff.
Road trips + new music = less sagebrush counting.
As for King Crimson, I've heard of them, but I can't remember if what I heard was good or bad . . .
Peter--thanks for the suggestion, I'll look into them.
and Don, were you a DJ or something?
Don, did you go to UCSD? You had to go there to work at the radio station, didn't you? It's been so many years, and the memories of the dinosaurs have clouded my memory... LOL!!
Yes and yes. I went to UCSD, and I was slave to the radio station for about 67 years, give or take. I have this recurring nightmare, which I think is an actual memory, of endlessly making tape mixes of music for myself and my roommates during the only hours I theoretically could have slept. On .. REEL .. TO .. REEL.
The King Crimson I met was avante-guardista Robert Fripp, Adrian Belew, Tony Levin, and Bill Bruford.
-- Don Sheffler
What years were you there?
Hey hey hey, this is my blog, not classmates.com . . . no fraternizing.
Just kidding.
Hey hey hey, this is my blog, not classmates.com . . . no fraternizing.
Just kidding.
Hey, hey, don't go thinking you're the only one who had to work in a radio station in college. My friend Scott drafted me into participating in his radio show for about two years.
--Mike Sheffler
... turning to the 3-D map, we see an unmistakable cone of ignorance
Zuh? Mike, you were on a college radio show? Bastard! I wanted to do that so badly.
Mike, I had to force my way in. The place was a delirious mixture of Kefir drinking Sandinistas, clove-smoking music fiends, tech-hippies keeping us on the air, and strangers who "used to go to this school". A couch for napping between classes, 11,000 albums and a mailroom where new music just KEPT SHOWING UP. Priceless.
-- Don Sheffler
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