I have the Hangover! From! Hell! and, having made GB swear to me that I can’t die from a hangover, I’m trying–at 5:30pm–to get out of bed and do something productive. Memes are productive, right? I’m borrowing this one from Anastasia.

Name your top 10 most played bands from your music library:
(recently……and I’m going in alphabetical order, because it’s easier and I have the Hangover! From! Hell! and I need things to be easy.)

1. The Band
2. Bright Eyes
3. David Bowie
4. Dinosaur Jr
5. The Jayhawks
6. Modest Mouse
7. Richard Buckner
8. Rolling Stones
9. Ryan Adams/Whiskeytown
10. Townes Van Zandt

What was the first song you ever heard by 6?
(Modest Mouse)–I think it was “Gravity Rides Everything“. Rock&Roll Boy from Seattle put it on a mix tape for me about 7 years ago, and I have learned (the hard way) to trust everything he tells me about music.

What is your favorite album of 2?
I’ve just started getting into Bright Eyes, and I don’t really have any albums….I’ve been downloading songs. But I seem to like a lot of songs from “Lifted, or the Story is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground.” (Any recommendations for albums?)

What is your favorite lyric that 5 has sung?
The Jayhawks…tough one! I’m more about the melodies and the sing-a-long-ability than their lyrics…I do like “It’s hard to sing with someone who won’t sing with you,” but that’s a long story.

What is your favorite song by 7?
My favorite Richard Buckner song? Really? I guess I’ll have to go with “Lucky Buzz,” for obvious reasons.

What is a good memory you have involving the music of 10?
Townes Van Zandt…damn, so many. When GB and I lived Way the Hell Out in Heaven, I used to drive home through this amazing landscape singing “To Live is to Fly” and loving my life. That was pretty good.

Is there a song of 3 that makes you sad?
David Bowie….huh, probably the only artist on here who doesn’t make me sad! “Five Years” is pretty intense….

What is your favorite lyric that 2 has sung?
Well, this verse turns me into a sappy, soggy mess every. freaking. time:

“Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you’d just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”

“I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you…” [sniff] Damn.

How did you get into 3?
David Bowie…how do you get into David Bowie? He just *is*. Though the album Hunky Dory is what convinced me I needed him in my life.

What was the first song you heard by 1?
The Band? Holy crap, I have no idea. I bought Before The Flood–the Dylan/Band live album–when I was 14, so probably whatever the first Band song on that is. Or “The Weight” seems like a likely possibility, too.

What is your favorite song by 4?
Dinosaur Jr….so many good ones! I think that “Get Me” is just a gut-wrenching heartbreaker of a song, and it might be my favorite in a very masochistic way.

How many times have you seen 9 live?
Never have.

What is a good memory you have involving 2?
The first Bright Eyes song I heard was actually just a couple months ago–GB and I heard “First Day of My Life” (the song I mentioned above) on the XM radio in the car, and he said, “If I’d heard that song during the time we were broken up [when I moved here, and he moved somewhere else for a year], I would have put it on a mix for you.” He meant the “Can I please come home” part, and see, that’s why it makes me cry. In a good way, of course.

Is there a song of 8 that makes you sad?
A Stones song that makes me sad? Hmmm…these questions don’t line up with the bands in quite the way I’d like. Not really, though the Stones make me miss Skycat and the Yogini, and that makes me sad.

What is your favorite album of 5?
Tomorrow the Green Grass. That’s easy.

What is your favorite lyric that 3 has sung?
Hmmm, Bowie….Well, “Can’t take my eyes from the great salvation of bullshit faith” is a classic, right? But it’s a tough call…

What is your favorite song of 1?
I don’t know if it’s my favorite, but “The River Hymn” is just gorgeous.

What is your favorite song of 10?
Townes…damn, that’s hard. “To Live is to Fly,” probably, though how do you *not* pick “Pancho and Lefty“? Hmmmm….this is making my head hurt more.

How many times have you seen 8 live?
The Stones–once, I think, Halloween of 199…um….1993? Maybe 1994. We were pretty close to the front, and when Mick Jagger walked out on stage I literally gasped–I could not *believe* the stage presence of the guy. I’ve never been the hugest Mick fan (I’ve seen Keith Richards live a few times), but daaaaamn. Seeing him live was pretty amazing.

What is your favorite album of 1?
Probably Stage Fright. Or Cahoots. Or–can I count stuff with Dylan? Because I’d probably go for the 1965 concert.

What is a great memory you have of 9?
Listening to Strangers Almanac after hours, three years ago, with the Wrangler, Bad Idea, GB, IB/DM…happy, boozy fun.

What was the first song you heard by 8?
The Stones again? God, I have no freaking idea. I barely remember when they weren’t in my life.

What is your favorite cover by 2?
I don’t think they do covers…

Ow. I have to go lie down again. You *can’t* actually die from a hangover, right?


Another freaking meme. Because I have to go to Next-State-Over *again* today–just like yesterday, except this time with rain. Fortunately, I’ve been traveling with the three CDs in permanent residence in the car CD changer that are, I’m convinced, the most fun to sing along to alone.* So that doesn’t suck so much. But I’m getting a little tired of driving up there a few times a week and *still* feeling like I’m not getting as much data as I’d like.

Anyway, I liked this meme, though I think that the one I scored second-highest on, the Magician, would actually have worked better for me. I shouldn’t have told it I’m a girl.

Maybe sometime soon I’ll show y’all pictures of the Tarot deck I made a few years ago–the Rock & Roll Tarot. It’s pretty freaking awesome.

You scored as II – The High Priestess. The High Priestess is a card of intuition, instinct and hidden knowledge. She knows all your secrets, you can hide nothing from her. Yet you will never know the secrets she herself protects.If well aspected in a Tarot spread, this card can indicate the use of intuition to solve problems; trust to your instincts. If badly aspected, it can mean suppression and ignoring of such instincts – following your head at the expense of your heart.

II – The High Priestess


I – Magician


XIX: The Sun


III – The Empress


VIII – Strength


XI: Justice


IV – The Emperor


VI: The Lovers


XV: The Devil


X – Wheel of Fortune


XVI: The Tower


XIII: Death


0 – The Fool


Which Major Arcana Tarot Card Are You?
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*The “alone” part here is crucial for Hunky Dory, because, my god, you know that part where he goes “love cleans the mind and makes you FREEEEEEEEEEEE!”? Too. Much. Fun. I also really like belting out “gentleness is everywhere, fear’s just in your head, only in your head, fear is in your head, so forget your head and you’ll be FREEEEEE!” I heart me some David Bowie.

I’ve found a way to combine two of my favorite things for this post.

Friends, check this out:

Do you know what that is? If you said, “Luckybuzz, that looks to be a copy of the ‘O Brother, Where Art Thou?’ soundtrack, on vinyl, autographed by Dr. Ralph Stanley Himself,” you would be abso-fucking-lutely right.

Let’s just pause for a moment to reflect on how freaking cool it is that a) GB and I now own this very autographed album; and b) I received this album, with the Sharpie ink still damp, directly from the hand of Ralph Stanley himself.

So. Fucking. Cool.

And the show was absolutely amazing–better than I’d even hoped. And the Clinch Mountain Boys were astounding, as expected. And I am going to tune up my banjo and start re-learning how to play it again, because damn, how am I going to get into heaven if I can’t play bluegrass music?

And here’s my little Halloween gift to you–Ralph Stanley (the bluegrass part) singing “O Death” (the Halloween part). He sang this at the show we saw last night, and it was pretty great.

I tried to post the audio file, but I can’t get it to post so that it doesn’t just start playing right away (which I find horribly annoying). Maybe posting a link to it will work, though?

Driving the two hours to the fieldwork site today through some of the most gorgeous fall foliage I’ve seen in years, listening to G.P./Grievous Angel (I’m actively cultivating a Gram Parsons Fall) and Devotion + Doubt (which I have been wanting desperately to hear lately), I came around a bend in the road and the sun hit the trees right as that twangy guitar thing happened on “A Goodbye Rye” and for a minute the world was so amazing that it felt like my mouth was full of fruit.

Excellent: Richard Buckner is keeping a tour diary on the Merge Records blog. There are five entries so far–I think this one’s the most entertaining. Oddly, there’s nothing about me on there.

I was serious about blaming him for all that Dangerous Mood business last night (well, that and the rain, and briefly running into Bad Idea at the bar before the show). But the show itself…damn. The venue was unfortunate (too bright, and no alcohol–so totally the wrong place), but I thought he sounded better than he has in quite a while–he was actually singing, and not just mumbling the words over feedback and distortion, like he’s been for the past few years.

And you know, at this point I’ve been seeing Buckner live for about 9 years, and have had a gi-normous drunk-crush on him for about that long, so seeing him has that weird nostalgic element to it, too. I don’t mean that to sound quite as stalkery as it does. But it’s familiar and bittersweet and kind of like seeing an old flame. In a stalkery kind of way.

And I got the new album, and I don’t think it sucks, which is more than I was hoping for.

I have a mood bubbling right under my surface mood that I can’t quite put my finger on, and I’m not sure what to do with it. I think I need to make a new mix CD for fall…

And at a bus stop heading home. Not quite drunk enough to bring my crushes home with me, too drunk to go home happily alone. This is where dangerous moods are born.

Seriously, i blame Richard Buckner. Again.

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