4 > 0

Well, so much for the 10 posts for the day thing. But 4 is better than none, which is what I had posted every day in the preceding week, so I think the experiment was a success.

The Interpol thing was what you’d expect from a festival type show, with corporate sponsors. Greyhound, Peter Pan, Scion… Freebies and expensive beer. I’m just not the demographic. Interpol played well, the sound was poor. Liked Louis XIV and The Killers about as much as I expected to (which is not that much). Good to see John. Good to go to a show with a posse.

Harbor Lights

In case you’re not keeping score at home, tonight is our 7th Interpol show in as many months. We’re seeing them as part of some WFNX music poll crap, despite my aversion to the entire Phoenix media empire. They’re at the [insert name of financial institution here] Pavillion, formerly known as Harbor Lights. Which I was thinking about the other day, because I was thinking about Jonathan Richman’s song “I love hot nights” (which uses the phrase “harbor lights”), because we had our first official hot night of the summer on Saturday night.

Murnau’s Faust at the Coolidge

faust1-450wWe caught F.W. Murnau’s Faust at the Coolidge Corner last night, with live music by Cul de Sac. Some of the music in the first part seemed kind of arbitarily timed with the film, but things seemed to work together a lot better from about midway on. There were some very nice touches, like the way the music sounded a little Americana/down-home when Faust comes back to his home town, or the sampled and sort of acultural religious singing that was mixed in when Gretchen went to church (was it some sort of Hindu thing? Eastern European? Middle Eastern? Korean?).

I feel a little less competent to talk about the film, since one of the big holes in my cultural literacy is that I’ve really read or otherwise encountered any version of Faust until this. But, cinematographically, it was pretty fantastic. My favorite shot was of Mephisto bringing the plague to Faust’s town (pictured). And effect-per-effect, I think Revenge of the Sith‘s special effects broke my suspension of disbelief more often than Faust‘s.

Target redesigns the pill bottle

From New York Metro:

… Yet the standard-issue amber-cast pharmacy pill bottle has remained virtually unchanged since it was pressed into service after the second World War. (A child-safety cap was added in the seventies.) An overhaul is finally coming, courtesy of Deborah Adler, a 29-year-old graphic designer whose ClearRx prescription-packaging system debuts at Target pharmacies May 1.

The perks of living near a university

When we were looking for a place to get takeout the other night, we stumbled across the fantastic TuftsLife.com dining section, which has scanned menus, ratings, payment options, and hours (it even has a handy “current status” thing in the listings, in case you’re too drunk/stoned to figure out whether a place is currently open from seeing its hours).

So that’s a nice little thing that the students have built for us.

Another nice little thing the students have done for us this past week is that they’ve gone home for the summer! Hooray! Sing it with me! “Schooooooool’s out! for! ever!!!”

(In case you’re curious about dinner, we tried East Asia; Terri reports.)

Where we’ll never grow old

There are two nice little perks to my conversion to WordPress that you RSS users may notice. First, you can subscribe to an RSS feed of the comments on the blog. I like this on other peoples’ blogs, because I tend to comment and then forget to check back to see if anyone replied to my comments. This lets the comments come to you.

The second is that any mp3 file I link to automatically gets an enclosure tag in the RSS feed, which means that if your RSS reader supports it, you probably have a very easy mechanism to download it. If we were ever to resurrect the Terri & Ezra internet radio show, this would probably be the easiest way to do it.

So, to test it out, here’s a Carter Family track I listened to on the walk home from work today. You can sort of be guilt-free about it, too, since it sort of maybe belongs to all of us now.