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Wednesday, November 11, 2009 Crazy Busy / Expect Delays Huge event coming up next week so expect low postage from me for next nine days. Keep on living and loving. One update: Facebook group added for The Chairmen of the Bored, please join here. Holla! Labels: Chairmen of the Bored, late arrivals, plans posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 11/11/2009 11:08:00 AM 0 comments Tuesday, July 07, 2009 A Night In Gay Paris  I've now finally posted the last portion of photos from my June Euro trip, covering my 24 hours spent wandering around Paris June 13-14. It was a strange experience, as I had made no plans, spoke no French and knew nothing bout the city, but I just grabbed my camera and some cigarettes and wandered all over the 6th and 7th arrondissements and took it easy while taking it all in. And it was magical. Stay tuned for Boston, Hell's Kitchen, and more to come. Labels: late arrivals, photography, quicksnaps, travel posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 7/07/2009 02:54:00 AM 0 comments Monday, July 06, 2009 Ultragliding In Summer  Man, today really feels like summer for sure. And what better connotes the Sounds of Summer than the wonderful 2001 Dirtbombs record Ultraglide In Black? Hopefully most of you are aware of this wonderful paean to the triumphiant power of rock and roll, but if not, here's the shorthand:
Alles klaar? Basically Ultraglide is the record a man or woman who loves life may want to play when he or she gets a chance to take the car out for a cruise after work to smoke a cigarette, feel the wind through the hair, and inhale deep breaths of American possibility. So, like, dig. Skipping ahead now: Today's treat therefore comes in the form of a special Slang-ported edition of a YSI Thread Boys Club offering I made last year: a neat and tidy collection of the twelve originals found on Ultraglide in Black. It's possible that some of you may have taken the time to collect these already, and certainly you've probably all heard one or two of the more famous originals ("Living for the City" and "Underdog" probably) but a few are really pretty obscure and tough to track down (translation: i spent a lot of time on google blog search last summer tracking those fuckers down). And of course, careful Dirtbombs devotees may not that Ultraglide has not 12 but 13 tracks--because one song, "Your Love Belongs Under a Rock", is not a cover but a Dirtbombs original. I haven't included this song on my little comp, but here it is for your enjoyment now***: The Dirtbombs - "Your Love Belongs Under A Rock" Anyway, enjoy! LISTEN: The Dirtbombs - "Your Love Belongs Under A Rock", Ultraglide In Black NOTES: *** - Yay to me (and you) for finally figuring out that I can add this really light and easy Google MP3 Player to my posts for to preview posted songs without d/ling them. Holla technology! Labels: dirtbombs, heroes, late arrivals, loved sounds, mixes, mp3, music, sun posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 7/06/2009 04:11:00 PM 0 comments Friday, July 03, 2009 Conquering Adolescence  The last turn homestretch of Cemetary Hill I'm home again in Upstate New York, for the first time since Christmas, and for once it really feels good to be back. Lil Beaumont and I took the bus up this afternoon, a ride which is normally a too-long 5 hours (3:30 by car) and was today a holiday-fun 6 hours and 30 minutes. Dear god. Also, in a fairly Sensible Jeffrey Sunshine move, I raced out of the house this morning to get to the bus station on time--after harshing on Lil Beau for even suggesting that she was considering taking a later bus--and in doing so neglected to bring any footware other than the cycling shoes I was already wearing. Haa, whoops. Capping it off, I was so late to the bus that Lil Beau had them literally holding departure for me, which was made even later by the fact that upon arriving at the gate for the bus, I was told by a chorus of angry bus operators and attendants that there was no way I was bringing my bike on the bus without having a box for it. Whoops. I tried to sweet-talk my way on with the bike as-is, but this time they weren't having it and I had to run upstairs as fast as possible to go buy a special bike box from Greyhound for $10 (which, considering the circumstances, wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been). A lot of running around and $10 later, we were finally on the bus and on our way home. The bus ride was long but relatively uneventful. However, beyond the standard Get-me-off-this-bus! reasons, I was chomping at the bit to alight because I was looking forward to hopping on my bike and riding streets that I really managed to largely avoid as a kid. Chief among all of this is the long and winding road that is Cemetery Hill, a .65 mile incline that I must climb to get from the city of Oneonta to my mom's home on the outskirts of town. This hill posed as a bane of my adolescence until I got my driver's license, literally and figuratively removing me from my surroundings and keeping me up high in the castle on the hill like a baked Rapunzel (including even the long hair). It's not Mount Kilimanjaro by any stretch, but it was enough of a challenge that even as a relatively athletic teen I never managed to ride all the way up without stopping. Until, finally, today. I went to my dad's immediately after getting off the bus and stashed my box there (needing it for my return on Sunday), but then headed home to mom's to climb the small mountain that had dashed so many of my childhood dreams. And sure enough, life is different for Jeffrey Beaumont in July 2009 and it turned out to be pretty easy--not nothing, but at this point I guess I would have been disappointed had it been anything other. I have spent the past two hours eating and rotating between swilling beer and downing coffee, so I'm not sure I'm going anywhere else tonight, but tomorrow I am hoping to wake up early for a solid ride and then wander around the streets of my hometown taking photographs of Upstaters Celebrating Independence. It feels good feeling good to be home. Labels: BEAUMONT, late arrivals, memories, old flames, quicksnaps, thoughts posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 7/03/2009 09:05:00 PM 0 comments Thursday, July 02, 2009 Fuck You, Photo Me  "Kiss the ring, motherfucker!" Late as always, but I finally put up my Berlin photos (no Paris yet) on Flickr. One more amazing trip made possible by my employer. Next up: --24 Hours In Paris: Solo Photo Club Day (the last part of my Berlin trip), --Weekend in Boston on Film, and --3rd Berlin, ich liebe dich:       Labels: BEAUMONT, Berlin, late arrivals, love, photography, quicksnaps, travel posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 7/02/2009 10:24:00 AM 0 comments Monday, June 22, 2009 And Speaking Of Total Deprarious Goons  Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm....... yes. This one is a big part of the great annals of Beaumont Developmental Folklore, its discovery made possible by the reverse black hole of never-thrown away everything that is my grandmother's house. Your Hero, circa Fall 1999. VERY long hair? Check. Shirt without tie? Check. Eyebrow ring? HOLLA. Goatee without beard or even mustache? Check. Creepy and remotely drug-addled off-stare? CHECK. Lonely and crazy and spending most of my time in the car listening to Phish or in the forest, alone? So fucking hard YES: if I could CHECK this one any harder I'd be on the Penalty Kill line for the Islanders. Life is good, especially when you are reminded of how much better it can get. Labels: BEAUMONT, deprarious, fucktactics, late arrivals, lolgore, memories, photography posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 6/22/2009 10:48:00 AM 0 comments Monday, June 15, 2009 Gr***r  Jay forwarded this to me over the weekend and I'm glad that somewhere I have a precise treatise on why I hate the theoretically music-crit term "grower". Please, friends, never ever ever use it.love Jeffrey ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Jayson Greene Date: Sat, Jun 13, 2009 at 9:47 PM Subject: Fwd: gr***r To: Jeffrey Beaumont, Alex Doorknobs I am going through old emails tonight. I love you, Jeffrey Beaumont. ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Jeffrey Beaumont Date: Mon, Nov 19, 2007 at 1:19 AM Subject: gr***r To: Alex Doorknobs, Jayson Greene from the otherwise solid That Truncheon Thing blog: "Andorra, which I understand is something of a more pop-oriented departure from Snaith's earlier work, is a sonic tour de force -- one made for the headphones. It's a certifiable grower, albeit that rare grower with initial appeal." The inane non-meaning of this sentence is the most wonderful demonstration of why this pseudo-terminology makes me want to throw up on myself, slowly eat up every bit of the vomit, and then climb into my computer and travel to this writer's machine, finally spitting it all out through his monitor directly onto his face. Please promise me that if I die of cancer or leukemia before the age of 40, you will insist to my family that they MUST inscribe, "He said 'There's no possible way,' but that sure was a grower after all" on my tombstone. thank you. -JB Labels: fucktactics, Growerage, IMs, late arrivals, memories, old flames, quickthoughts posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 6/15/2009 11:55:00 AM 0 comments Friday, June 12, 2009 Penultimo  My rented "fahrrad"--just 6 euros a day I have finally booked my ticket to Paris, departing from Berlin tomorrow afternoon and getting into Paris at 6:30pm. Unlike the comfort I have been able to experience here in Germany with my peck-Deutsch, I speak no French. More than that though, I have never been to Paris before, I know almost nothing about it, and I have more or less no idea what I will do there over the 18 hours I have before I must get to De Gaulle Airport on Sunday to fly home to New York. However, in yet another stroke of good luck, a friend of a friend who lives there is going to be out of town but has offered me the option of crashing in her apartment for the night, which is rad because apparently she lives in the heart of the city. I have more or less decided to forgo sleep for the evening and just make my way through the city, but i'm happy to have somewhere to stash my bags while I wander. If anyone has any suggestions for me (particularly of the non-standard, visual variety), I would be all ears. I have a feeling that I am going to be a tired man when I get home on Sunday, and for the week to follow. I am one of those people who usually comes off vacations more exhausted than I was before I started, because I feel less inclined to sleep and more inclined to maximize my awakeness/new experience enjoyment factor. This trip has been no different. I guess, most importantly, I feel like i'm ready now finally to close the book on one phase of my life and begin moving onto another. I skipped my college reunion last month, but i'm definitely feeling a "five years out" thing right now where the life I've had over the past five years seems to have run its course and now it's time for me to begin transitioning--I emphasize "transition" rather than "change everything, absolutely, now!"--into where I need to go next. The nice thing is that I don't feel like I've had a five year block of one thing and now it's time for a five year block of another thing--this transition into "phase two" began slowly and naturally about eighteen months ago, and I'm sure will continue slowly and naturally over the next eighteen months. The only difference is my implication that a few specific things in my life that may change--my job and where i'm living, mainly--are the kinds of things that may produce over-night results in the "whoa, it's all different!" factor. Anyway, it's all sorta bullshit until things start happening, but I guess I feel like they already are. I'm going to go out now for another bike ride and enjoy my last 30 hours in Berlin. Labels: BEAUMONT, fucktactics, late arrivals, travel posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 6/12/2009 02:54:00 AM 0 comments Monday, April 13, 2009 For The Love of Rod: Some OCD Addendums  When heroes collide... Well, I realized immediately after posting that Rod really deserves a longer and more involved post contextualizing my love for him, his contributions to music, why I chose everything I did and didn't. Something of the "malignant tumor growth" size level. But. It took me a year to get that mix out and I knew I needed to seize the moment while the door was open, so c'est la vie. However, now that i've kvetched that out of my system, here's some follow-up notes. First of all, perhaps I should have called the mix The Best of Rod Stewart (and the Faces), including the parans to denote specifically that the mix is, if you didn't realize already, Rod-centric. The Faces were an AMAZING band, but there was no way I could give them and Rod their due at the same time and have it fit on one disc. More importantly, they're just two different--albeit overlapping--stories. And the Faces story has been told well enough by others to give me reason to focus just on Rod. Next, I want to mention the Jeff Beck Group again, who are actually the reason I ever came to love Rod in the first place. I had always thought Rod was just a silly fop, knowing him only for the aforementioned 70s fiascos like "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy" and the late 80s/early 90s schmaltzbuckets of "Broken Arrow" and, most egregiously, the emoti-crass Bryan Adams-Sting collabo "All for Love" (aka "(Everything I Do) I Do It for You Pt. II"). However, my mom and dad were always stands for Rod, lamenting the day of "Maggie May", and on a more d/l tip, the first Jeff Beck Group record, Truth, which my dad had on vinyl. When I got a record player for my 13th birthday, I finally pulled out Truth and was shocked at both the rather Led Zeppelin-esque sounds and the non-shittiness of Rod. "He... likes... rock. and. roll?" As a canonical track from the GDead covers catalogue, I instantly dug "Morning Dew", and "Shape of Things" and "You Shook Me" were great too. I loved this record, for sure, and have definitely over the years stood up for it to folks, parroting even the same argument from my folks that was the easy answer to prove Rod's true-rockness. And so, as I began imagining this mix in my head, I naturally was psyched about the Jeff Beck tracks i'd be able to throw on that even Rod fans may likely have never heard before. But when it came down to putting it together, I came to the sad conclusion: there is a not a single Jeff Beck song featuring Rod that I like as much as any of the twenty songs I chose for my Rod mix; and, in fact, the JBG songs don't even stand ahead of a great many more Rod tracks that I didn't include. I ultimately came to the conclusion that any Jeff Beck song I included would be for entirely historical purposes... and I therefore decided to pass. And I feel good about it, but just for fun, here's some Jeff Beck featuring Rod: There are a few other pre-Faces/solo early songs I left off as well, and I feel equally comfortable with their exclusions for the same reasons, except one: a track called "In A Broken Dream" by the mysterious Aussie group Python Lee Jackson. You should read that link if you want to learn more about this group and their curious background, but they recorded three songs with Rod, two of which are, as far as I can tell, more or less impossible to find. The latter though, "In A Broken Dream" is a fucking stone-cold 60s classic, in that dated Creedence kind of way (rather than the timeless Stones kind of way). I wanted to include it, I really did, for the fact that it's both great AND is pretty unknown--but in the end I passed because it just sounds so different that I couldn't really make it fit with everything else (an additional argument for the exclusion of the JBG material). However, here it is for you now: Also, as I mentioned, some might view it as criminal that I didn't use the original version of "Maggie May". Well, fuck you. But, I understand nonetheless, and so here it is now: Finally, as I mentioned in my caveat, there are still a few more Rod tracks it killed me to leave out: "Mama You Been On My Mind", "Too Bad", "I Know I'm Losing You". But people, please, a man has to make choices somewhere, right? I recommend tracking down these and every other Faces and pre-74 Rod you can get your hands on (NB: IGNORE SMILER AS IT IS SHITE). However, I do feel the need to at least give you my aforementioned first love "You Wear It Well". Oddly enough my happy connections to this song involve memories of the Hamptons***, lobster, and an ex-girlfriend, but whatever. Love is love. -------------- And that is that on Rod Stewart. love, Jeffrey NOTES: *** -- "Hipster cred check": that was literally the only time I ever visited the Hamptons. I swear. ###--Which both Paul Westerberg and I rank among our fave records of all time. Labels: late arrivals, loved sounds, mp3, music, ROD posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 4/13/2009 06:45:00 PM 0 comments Saturday, April 11, 2009 Creating Spreadsheet-Style Tables in Blogger I don't know about you all, but as a numbers- and facts-loving man, I have spent years feeling frustrated over not knowing how to post spreadsheet-style tables in my blog entries. I have tried all sorts of methods and nothing has worked out in a fashion I find to be satisfactory--either strange looking, not always evenly lined up pages or ghetto-tech images. I've ultimately settled on the latter, as they at least look visually close to the table I'd like folks to see--however, anyone who cares about the numbers as much as I do should be frustrated by the fact that the fascinating numbers I've identified are uncopy-able, locked into the JPG like flies in resin. This has always left me with a very unscientific and unmath-like feeling, and therefore my hunger for real tables has stayed with me unabated. I'm pleased to report now though that I've finally figured out the past way to post honest-to-goodness real tables into Blogger (without having any kind of HTML knowledge), as discovered by some advice by this link here. In this post, the author identifies three ways of posting tables, listing the two ways I've just identified, but also adding a third by utilizing the Spreadsheets function in Google Docs--and lo and behold it works great! (See my last post for an example). The how-to description follows here: Creating Table in Google Spread Sheet I'm very geekily excited about what the future holds for me due to this new incredibly unimportant development. Labels: BEAUMONT, case studies, curiosities, junkjunk, late arrivals, statistics posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 4/11/2009 02:50:00 PM 0 comments Tuesday, March 31, 2009 The Pains Of Winning At Life In honor of the Pains flying to LA tomorrow TO PLAY THE CARSON DALY SHOW (erm!!!)### on Wednesday, I thought I'd finally throw up a few shots I took of their last NYC show--sold out--at the Bell House in Brooklyn on March 14. It's not always easy to take flashless photos at shows (hence the millions of motherfuckers snapping flashes for three hours straight) but the Pains' recent upgrade in show presentation means more lights and therefore better photos. Holla Kuroda! **** All photos below, and many more of the Pains and other delights, can be found on my Flickr page (except where noted). Photos from opener Let's Wrestle will appear someday too when I finish my theoretical post on their glorious awesomeness. Kip Berman, Conjurer of Awkward Glory and Leader of Teens Worldwide:  Alex Naidus, aka Man Among Men, Forever Fake-Boyfriend, and Glorious Guru to the Jeffrey Beaumont Revolution of 2008:  Peggy Wang, Lover Of Pop and All Things Nice:  SORRY Kurt Feldman, YOU WERE TOO FAR AWAY BUT I LOVE YOU AND SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE:  I did not take this photo; available here. NOTES: ### = I guess this show might still be a "secret" given the fact that Carson's website lists the performers for Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday--Chris Cornell, Iglu & Hartly (??), and Kelly Osborne--but what would the point be of them playing if none of their actual fans are aware? Therefore I am sharing this with you now. ****= Seriously, if ANYONE gets this reference I will mail you a papaya, a cigar, and a check for $5. I AM NOT JOKING. Labels: late arrivals, love, Pains, photography, quicksnaps, VICTORY posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 3/31/2009 12:03:00 AM 0 comments Thursday, October 23, 2008 Stepping into the present  I have finally gotten onto the Google Reader train, after a long delay. I have certainly used RSS readers before--though starting later than many--but I've never been too into them. I like the 01-archaic idea of actually traveling across the web to find information rather than standing under a pipe in a basement while it's all dumped on my face out of a tube. Like many ex-newspaper fans, I like seeing the actual pages themselves, and feeling like on some level I have to seek the information out on my own in order to get it. However, I am tired of these exchanges: JeffreyBeaumont: "DoooooooooooD!!!!!!! Holy carcrash crazy! Check this out!!! WTFCUk!?!?!?!! SSSSSSSSioosdnadfadnd'aafdnfsdan'sadfan;asdfsda!!! JeffreyBeaumont: God, i just can't fucking believe it!!!!!!!! Doorknobs: Zzzzzzzzzzzz Doorknobs: Sorry dude, read that shit in my Google Reader like 4 hours ago. And so, I must go forward, if only so that the Google Reader can no longer deprive me of one of my few great joys in life ------------------- Also, my newly not-childless bro Bren-Donn created the below from a photo of me from this year's zombiethon. Rad!  Labels: friends, late arrivals posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 10/23/2008 01:42:00 PM 0 comments |
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