Showing posts with label birthdays and airwaves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthdays and airwaves. Show all posts

5.19.2010

Two Years Old :: 400th Post


32ft/sec turns two years old today and, coincidentally, it is also our 400th post. As is the tradition, some thanks. First, to anyone who has killed some time with us, and according to our numbers it is some 52,000 of you, we appreciate it. If you make this a regular stop in your reading rotation or if you read us every day, thank you, especially the 4,000 cool kids who made it a point to read us last month.

Thanks to the publicist folks for the shows and CDs and idle banter over email.

Thanks to the bands who put up with our asinine questions in interviews and inexplicably continue to send us their music and allow it to be downloaded. We're just dancing about architecture here; you are the artists.

And thanks especially to the personal friends of the 32ft project. You endure endless bullshitting and rhetorical posturing about music but, ultimately, you are the inspiration for all of this and much is either of or about you. My thanks.

5.18.2009

1st Birthday

The blog turns one today. It has been a wild year. Thanks for all the support. And to the 21,000 people who have stopped in since this time last year: you make it worthwhile and I appreciate you wasting some time with me.

Here's Marina and the Diamonds with something vaguely celebratory and certainly, a little weird.

Listen :: Marina and the Diamonds - "Mowgli's Road"

10.24.2008

Nothing new but that doesn't mean it's not important

Today, we are at the center of the universe. Today, everything we say matters. Today, our exhale causes hurricanes and our footfalls earthquakes. We spit gravity and speak in tornadoes. Today, we are almost divine.

We are in between days for two close friends turning 26 and tonight they'll feel the power of our unnatural disaster. So think good thoughts for two great kids turning their personal calendar. And listen to the one song with lyrics that might capture what's about to happen:

We're all right where we're supposed to be.