Seriously, when I was talking to you on the phone, earlier, and you said that you had just worked out, I thought “I’m gonna make her a CD of workout MP3s.”
Surely this does not include me, since I last went to the gym in like, what, 2003? Smoking cigarettes in between sets of course. Besides, who could work out to the insane aural messes I listen to lately, courtesy of el Brujo. Bet lj crew helps you out though.
Babe! Le Tigre! And Bonde do Role! And Erase Errata! And Justin Timberlake! And Madonna! And New Order! And Oh No (Dr. Octagon)! And Outkast (Speakerboxx, bitches!)! And Von Iva!!! And the Hot as Shits! And Lady Sovereign! And LCD Soundsystem! And Daft Punk! And Sebastian Tellier!
Sweetest. Comment. Ever! At 4:43 am. I’d say she misses you.
Et alors, Le Tigre *was* on my 2003 workout mix at SJC. Also? You’ll die laughing. Which might make it hard to elevate your heart rate. But: Johnny Cash @ Folsom Prison. I don’t know why. Oh, and D Numbers. Now J. will throw things at me.
Haha! Those D Numbers boys have captured my heart, actually.
Isn’t it weird listening to Le Tigre and Erase Errata whilst exercising? I always feel ridiculous jamming out all hard to feminist post-punk anti-establishment art-punk…on an elliptical machine.
The Lower Octave said,
September 26, 2008 at 6:09 am
HOLY SHIT.
Seriously, when I was talking to you on the phone, earlier, and you said that you had just worked out, I thought “I’m gonna make her a CD of workout MP3s.”
I swear to baby Jesus I’m not making that up.
Should I make the CD? Or just tell you?
nicoleeee said,
September 26, 2008 at 2:45 pm
i kissed a girl by katy perry. duh?
spice girls songs
anything le tigre
guilty pleasure – bon jovi
unreliable narrator said,
September 26, 2008 at 7:54 pm
Surely this does not include me, since I last went to the gym in like, what, 2003? Smoking cigarettes in between sets of course. Besides, who could work out to the insane aural messes I listen to lately, courtesy of el Brujo. Bet lj crew helps you out though.
j said,
September 27, 2008 at 4:43 am
Babe! Le Tigre! And Bonde do Role! And Erase Errata! And Justin Timberlake! And Madonna! And New Order! And Oh No (Dr. Octagon)! And Outkast (Speakerboxx, bitches!)! And Von Iva!!! And the Hot as Shits! And Lady Sovereign! And LCD Soundsystem! And Daft Punk! And Sebastian Tellier!
You know…just offa top of my head.
I miss you.
unreliable narrator said,
September 27, 2008 at 12:29 pm
Sweetest. Comment. Ever! At 4:43 am. I’d say she misses you.
Et alors, Le Tigre *was* on my 2003 workout mix at SJC. Also? You’ll die laughing. Which might make it hard to elevate your heart rate. But: Johnny Cash @ Folsom Prison. I don’t know why. Oh, and D Numbers. Now J. will throw things at me.
j said,
September 28, 2008 at 2:48 am
Haha! Those D Numbers boys have captured my heart, actually.
Isn’t it weird listening to Le Tigre and Erase Errata whilst exercising? I always feel ridiculous jamming out all hard to feminist post-punk anti-establishment art-punk…on an elliptical machine.
I do miss her.
j said,
September 28, 2008 at 2:48 am
Oh and duh…PRINCE!
unreliable narrator said,
September 29, 2008 at 9:15 pm
Prince! :faints dead away:
(So much for post-feminist grrly rage.)