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sun city girl 10.17.2006 04:31 PM

these are the coolest:
white light/white heat
psychocandy
sister

Cantankerous 10.17.2006 04:31 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Rob Instigator
courtney killed kurt because his pecker was too small to satisfy her lust for monster cock in her brown eye.


yeah, probably.

k-krack 10.17.2006 04:32 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cantankerous
not to mention that this is an untrue statement. twat.


Yr the twat. The other day in the Chloe's Bush thread you said they were (a) favourite. So fuck you.

Everyneurotic 10.17.2006 04:33 PM

i hate cool
cool sucks.

you know what? this are my litmus test albums:


 


 


 


if you can't handle these records, then your off the christmas card list.

k-krack 10.17.2006 04:35 PM

Pfft. You suck. Hipster.

Cantankerous 10.17.2006 04:38 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by k-krack
Yr the twat. The other day in the Chloe's Bush thread you said they were (a) favourite. So fuck you.

they are a favorite. not the favorite.

i was just kidding. you're not nearly as twatty as i am.

atari 2600 10.17.2006 04:40 PM

Although any later 'Trane always does the trick as well, I can distill my litmus test down to one song. And it's the song I play if it's getting late into the wee hours and I kind of want company to hit the road. It is found on the magnificent 1990 album Songs for 'Drella and is what sounds to be a composition entirely written by John Cale.

A Dream

It was a very cold clear fall night.
I had a terrible dream. Billy Name and Brigid were
playing under my staircase on the second floor about two o'clock
in the morning. I woke up because Amos and Archie had started barking.
That made me very angry because I wasn't feeling well and I told them.
I was very cross, the "real" me...they just better remember what
happened to Sam the Bad Cat that was left at home and got sick and went pussy heaven.
It was a very cold clear fall night. Some snowflakes were falling,
gee, it was so beautiful, and so I went to get my camera to take some
pictures. And then I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing
wasn't right, and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to find out how
to get it set, but oh it was late and then I remembered they were still
probably at dinner and anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to
talk to anybody anyway but the snowflakes were so beautiful and real
looking and I really wanted to hold them. And that's when I heard
the voices from down the hall near the stairs. So I got a flashlight
and I was scared and I went out into the hallway. There's been all
kinds of troubles lately in the neighborhood and someone's got to
bring home the bacon and anyway there were Brigid and Billy playing.
And under the staircase was a little meadow sort of like the park at
23rd street where all the young kids go and play frisbee, gee that
must be fun, maybe we should do an article on that in the magazine,
butthey'll just tell me I'm stupid and it won't sell, but I'll just
hold my ground this time, I mean it's my magazine isn't it?
So I was thinking that as the snowflakes fell and I heard those
voices having so much fun. Gee, it would be so great to have some
fun. So, I called Billy, but either he didn't hear me or he didn't
want to answer which was so strange because even if I don't like
reunions I've always loved Billy. I'm so glad he's working I mean
it's different than Ondine. He keeps touring with those movies and
he doesn't even pay us and the film, I mean the film's just going
to disintegrate, and then what? I mean he's so normal off of drugs.
I just don't get it.
And then I saw John Cale. And he's been looking really great. He's
been coming by the office to exercise with me. Ronnie said I have
a muscle but he's been really mean since he went to AA. I mean what
does it mean when you give up drinking and then you're still so mean?
He says I'm being lazy but I'm not, I'm just can't find any ideas.
I mean I'm just not, let's face it, going to get any ideas up at the
office. And seeing John made me think of the Velvets and I had been
thinking about them when I was on St. Marks Place going to that
new gallery those sweet new kids have opened, but the thought I
was old, and then I saw the old Dom, the old club where we did our
first shows. It was so great. And I don't understand about that
Velvet's first album. I mean I did the cover and I was the producer
and I always see it repackaged and I've never gotten a penny from it.
How could that be? I should call Henry, but it was good seeing John,
I did a cover for him, but I did in black and white and he changed
it to color. It would have been worth more if he'd left it my way,
but you can never tell anybody anything, I've leaned that.
I tried calling again to Billy and John but they wouldn't recognize
me it was like I wasn't there. Why won't they let me in. And then
I saw Lou I'm so mad at him. Lou Reed got married and didn't invite me.
I mean is it because he thought I'd bring too many people? I don't
get it. He could have at least called. I mean, he's doing so great.
Why doesn't he call me? I saw him at the MTV show and he was one row
away and he didn't even say hello. I don't get it. You know I hate Lou
I really do. He won't even hire us for his videos. And I was proud of him.
I was so scared today. There was blood leaking thought my shirt
from those old scars from being shot. And the corset I wear to keep
my insides in was hurting. And I did three sets of fifteen push-ups and
four sets of ten sit-ups. But then my insides hurt and I saw drops of
blood on my shirt and I remember the doctors saying I was dead. And
then later they had to take blood out of my hand 'cause they ran out
or veins but then all this thinking was making me an old grouch and
you can't do anything anyway so if they wouldn't let me play with
them in my own dream I was just going to have to make another and
another and another. Gee, wouldn't it be funny if I died in this dream
before I could make another one up?
And nobody called.
And nobody came.

Cantankerous 10.17.2006 04:41 PM

cups of tea are a clock
a clock! a clock! a clock!


that is your only clue.

k-krack 10.17.2006 04:49 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cantankerous
they are a favorite. not the favorite.

i was just kidding. you're not nearly as twatty as i am.


Well shucks! Thanks, pretty lady.

k-krack 10.17.2006 04:50 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cantankerous
cups of tea are a clock
a clock! a clock! a clock!


that is your only clue.


Raaiiiiiiin-motha'fuckin'-coooooooats!

Cantankerous 10.17.2006 04:53 PM

eeeeeeeverybody must get stoned
#2

k-krack 10.17.2006 04:55 PM

Sorry babesy. Dunno that one.

Cantankerous 10.17.2006 04:57 PM

i'll give you a hint: it rhymes with bob dylan.

k-krack 10.17.2006 04:59 PM

ahhh. Rob... I got nothing... next.

TheDom 10.17.2006 04:59 PM

I play some Hendrix or some Dylan and if they don't dig it, they can fuck off.

terminal pharmacy 10.18.2006 06:07 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by SpectralJulianIsNotDead
I don't have any litmus test albums. I judge people by their character, not by their music taste.


;-) makes it difficult to get to know deaf people if you judge them by their music taste

therealglenstyler 10.18.2006 06:22 AM

perfect
 
Quote:

Originally Posted by atari 2600
Although any later 'Trane always does the trick as well, I can distill my litmus test down to one song. And it's the song I play if it's getting late into the wee hours and I kind of want company to hit the road. It is found on the magnificent 1990 album Songs for 'Drella and is what sounds to be a composition entirely written by John Cale.

A Dream

It was a very cold clear fall night.
I had a terrible dream. Billy Name and Brigid were
playing under my staircase on the second floor about two o'clock
in the morning. I woke up because Amos and Archie had started barking.
That made me very angry because I wasn't feeling well and I told them.
I was very cross, the "real" me...they just better remember what
happened to Sam the Bad Cat that was left at home and got sick and went pussy heaven.
It was a very cold clear fall night. Some snowflakes were falling,
gee, it was so beautiful, and so I went to get my camera to take some
pictures. And then I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing
wasn't right, and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to find out how
to get it set, but oh it was late and then I remembered they were still
probably at dinner and anyway I felt really bad and didn't want to
talk to anybody anyway but the snowflakes were so beautiful and real
looking and I really wanted to hold them. And that's when I heard
the voices from down the hall near the stairs. So I got a flashlight
and I was scared and I went out into the hallway. There's been all
kinds of troubles lately in the neighborhood and someone's got to
bring home the bacon and anyway there were Brigid and Billy playing.
And under the staircase was a little meadow sort of like the park at
23rd street where all the young kids go and play frisbee, gee that
must be fun, maybe we should do an article on that in the magazine,
butthey'll just tell me I'm stupid and it won't sell, but I'll just
hold my ground this time, I mean it's my magazine isn't it?
So I was thinking that as the snowflakes fell and I heard those
voices having so much fun. Gee, it would be so great to have some
fun. So, I called Billy, but either he didn't hear me or he didn't
want to answer which was so strange because even if I don't like
reunions I've always loved Billy. I'm so glad he's working I mean
it's different than Ondine. He keeps touring with those movies and
he doesn't even pay us and the film, I mean the film's just going
to disintegrate, and then what? I mean he's so normal off of drugs.
I just don't get it.
And then I saw John Cale. And he's been looking really great. He's
been coming by the office to exercise with me. Ronnie said I have
a muscle but he's been really mean since he went to AA. I mean what
does it mean when you give up drinking and then you're still so mean?
He says I'm being lazy but I'm not, I'm just can't find any ideas.
I mean I'm just not, let's face it, going to get any ideas up at the
office. And seeing John made me think of the Velvets and I had been
thinking about them when I was on St. Marks Place going to that
new gallery those sweet new kids have opened, but the thought I
was old, and then I saw the old Dom, the old club where we did our
first shows. It was so great. And I don't understand about that
Velvet's first album. I mean I did the cover and I was the producer
and I always see it repackaged and I've never gotten a penny from it.
How could that be? I should call Henry, but it was good seeing John,
I did a cover for him, but I did in black and white and he changed
it to color. It would have been worth more if he'd left it my way,
but you can never tell anybody anything, I've leaned that.
I tried calling again to Billy and John but they wouldn't recognize
me it was like I wasn't there. Why won't they let me in. And then
I saw Lou I'm so mad at him. Lou Reed got married and didn't invite me.
I mean is it because he thought I'd bring too many people? I don't
get it. He could have at least called. I mean, he's doing so great.
Why doesn't he call me? I saw him at the MTV show and he was one row
away and he didn't even say hello. I don't get it. You know I hate Lou
I really do. He won't even hire us for his videos. And I was proud of him.
I was so scared today. There was blood leaking thought my shirt
from those old scars from being shot. And the corset I wear to keep
my insides in was hurting. And I did three sets of fifteen push-ups and
four sets of ten sit-ups. But then my insides hurt and I saw drops of
blood on my shirt and I remember the doctors saying I was dead. And
then later they had to take blood out of my hand 'cause they ran out
or veins but then all this thinking was making me an old grouch and
you can't do anything anyway so if they wouldn't let me play with
them in my own dream I was just going to have to make another and
another and another. Gee, wouldn't it be funny if I died in this dream
before I could make another one up?
And nobody called.
And nobody came.


i've emplyed the exact same device, best late night song ever.

Katy 10.18.2006 07:01 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by atari 2600
I can distill my litmus test down to one song.. It is found on the magnificent 1990 album Songs for 'Drella and is what sounds to be a composition entirely written by John Cale.

A Dream..


I love that track. John Cale's voice reminds me of my grandfather. He was Welsh too. He made recordings of him reading stories for us to listen to when he was dead. He died in 1990. That's what 'A Dream' reminds me of.

Katy 10.18.2006 07:02 AM

PS - I have no idea what's cool.

sun city girl 10.18.2006 07:33 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Katy
PS - I have no idea what's cool.

that's pretty cool.

ps.
songs for drella is cool too!


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