Artist: Xiu Xiu
Title: Dear God, I Hate Myself
Release date: February 23
Label: Kill Rock Stars
Is anyone else looking forward to the baseball season? Outside of listening to and making music, following baseball is my primary hobby. Living most of my life in Michigan, Indiana, and the Chicago area, I always felt guilty when I sat around with a baseball game on TV when the summer weather was so conducive to not sitting around.
Here, during the summer, there's little to do but sit around. And a couple of years ago, I subscribed to the cable TV baseball package Extra Innings. Just about every game being played was on TV. It was great, unless you were my wife.
She'd come home from work to find a Royals-Indians game, or some equally lame game, on TV. I eventually ditched the package because it was always on, to the point that I even recognized it was unhealthy.
I know, a lot of people think baseball's really boring. Sure, games can drag on and the season is really long, but I've always found it an interesting game. I guess it's a matter of taste -- and who can really define that? A lot of my friends hate baseball, but that doesn't mean I think any less of them. I'm sure I have a few friends who love Xiu Xiu. Again, I'm not going hold their taste against them.
Anyway, baseball season's coming and I'm looking forward to it. What about you?
Deja Vu: Ironic bullshit with a dose of video-game music and a singer who sounds like Morrissey if Morrissey were really weak with illness.
I'd rather listen to: Yeasayer -- but not Midlake
Grade: D+ (At least the songs "Chocolate Makes You Happy" and "Dear God, I Hate Myself" are sorta catchy and the song title "This Too Shall Pass Away" is pretty great.)
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