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Posted: August 15th, 2010 | Author: BPB | Filed under: Boring Crap | Tags: yo dawg I heard you liked dystopias so I put juggalos in your future | No Comments »

Caturday Covers: Only Everything Duh

Posted: May 15th, 2010 | Author: BPB | Filed under: Boring Crap, Caturday Covers | No Comments »

Here’s another over-underrated 90’s alternative thing that’s probably just for me. (What do you want me to say? I’m going through something here.)

Dinosaur Jr. – Severed Lips. Yes, this is a love song for a blow-up doll.

Blake Babies – Severed Lips
90’s Juliana Hatfield (REMEMBER HER?) always wore her influences (Dinosaur Jr., the Replacements, My Bloody Valentine, basically) on her sleeve, and her influences were always weirdly rough and sloppy and jaded and sad. So when she covers one of their songs it’s like a naive little kid playing an inexplicably tight version of the original. Here she is with her first and best band, the Blake Babies, as fucking, like, 19 year olds, turning a sloppy, poorly-recorded but totally rad masturbation song into early poppy shoegaze, all while sticking faithfully to the original. Dinosaur Jr. fans all have a crazy boner for J. Mascis’ guitar solo at the end of Severed Lips, but I like the Blake Babies instrumentation and (I’m assuming) John Strohm’s recreation of the solo just as much if not better. Sure, you can take or leave Juliana Hatfield’s baby-started-smoking voice, but this recording makes my fucking soul bleed to be 19 years old again.

Dinosaur Jr. – Raisans (I know, sic)

Juliana Hatfield – Raisans

Raisans, on the other hand, is a better Dinosaur Jr. song and a worse Juliana Hatfield cover. In fact, this is maybe the song to play for someone who wants to understand Dinosaur Jr. because it’s loud, sloppy, put-upon and wimpy about love. (If you don’t listen to this song and see the name “Lou Barlow” flashing in neon across your mind, you were probably playing with My Little Ponys in the 90s.)

The Juliana Hatfield version isn’t just here as a compare and contrast kind of thing, but also to say that she was an underrated guitarist who could totes shred. Once she was on her own and playing lead, the guitars got rougher and ballsier and, if anything, less chimey than when John Strohm was playing them. That’s all I’m ever going to say about that. Also, while I prefer the original, I like the way she transfers those great tinkly guitar fills to bass (?).

BOEHNUS

Dinosaur Jr. at UMass in 1986:

Dinosaur Jr. cover The Smiths for some reason:

(Every time J. Mascis covers a song he sounds like he’s making fun of it.)

*Also, for anyone who doesn’t have a neon road sign with Lou Barlow’s name on it deep in their adolescent mind, here is Sebadoh covering Nick Drake:

stratalicious

Posted: February 4th, 2010 | Author: Crindy | Filed under: Boring Crap, family dinner meals | No Comments »

STRATA OF THE GODS

INGREDIENTS

6 large eggs

21/2 cups whole milk

2 cups sliced green onions

1/2 cup whipping cream

1/2 cup finely grated Romano cheese

2 tablespoons chopped fresh oregano

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 pound hot Italian sausages, casings removed

1 large red bell pepper, halved, seeded, cut into 1/2-inch wide-strips

1 1-pound loaf rustic French bread, cut into 1/2-inch-thick slices

2 cups (loosely packed) coarsely grated Fontina cheese

Preheat oven to 350°F. Butter 13×9x2- inch ceramic or glass baking dish. Whisk first 7 ingredients in large bowl; sprinkle generously with pepper. Set aside.

Place sausage in large nonstick skillet; push to 1 side. Add bell pepper to other side of skillet. Sauteacute; over high heat, breaking up sausage with fork, until sausage is cooked through and bell peppers are brown in spots, about 7 minutes.

Arrange half of bread slices in prepared dish. Pour half of egg mixture over. Sprinkle with half of cheese, then half of sausagepepper mixture. Repeat layering. Let stand 20 minutes, occasionally pressing on bread to submerge. Bake strata until puffed and brown, about 1 hour. Cool slightly.

[ i substituted shallots for green onions, feta and mozzarella for fontina, and used eight eggs. cause i love you guys. ]

Also, this:

ALMOND POPPY SEED SWIRLS or COCONUT CARDAMOM MUTHAFUCKIN GOOD YUM

INGREDIENTS

1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, melted, cooled
1/2 cup finely chopped almonds
3 tablespoons poppy seeds
3 tablespoons golden brown sugar
2 tablespoons sugar
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1 1-pound loaf frozen white bread dough, thawed

Brush 13×9x2-inch glass baking dish with 1 tablespoon melted butter. Combine almonds, poppy seeds, brown sugar, sugar and cinnamon in shallow dish.

Cut bread dough into 12 equal pieces. Roll out 1 dough piece on floured surface to 9×1-inch strip. Dip both sides of dough strip into melted butter, then dip into almond mixture, coating well. Roll up into spiral and stand in prepared baking dish. Repeat with remaining dough pieces, melted butter and almond mixture. Sprinkle any remaining almond mixture over rolls. Drizzle with any remaining melted butter.

Let rolls rise in warm draft-free area until doubled in volume, about 1 hour 15 minutes.

Preheat oven to 375°F. Bake rolls until golden brown, about 25 minutes. Serve rolls warm.

[ uh, yeah, i substituted coconut for almonds and cardamom for poppy seeds, and cut the quantity wayy down. word! ]

Snapsville

Posted: November 5th, 2009 | Author: BPB | Filed under: Boring Crap | 1 Comment »

What it is like

Posted: September 21st, 2009 | Author: BPB | Filed under: Boring Crap | No Comments »

Ah ha ha ha

Posted: May 6th, 2009 | Author: BPB | Filed under: Boring Crap, crack, fuck stick, just for you | Tags: all of us will be remembered for our assholery, it's fucking true | No Comments »

http://www.flickr.com/photos/frank-sparrow/3474293349/

yur a boehner too

Posted: March 25th, 2009 | Author: "grampa" | Filed under: Boring Crap, crack, just for you, shit kickrs | No Comments »

i know dun nobody read this thing that’s y i aint mine tellin yall bout how you can become a boehner 2. just go ahead an click the lil blue twitter button there on the right and you can post straight through the tubes to the word wide net