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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323</id><updated>2009-11-04T22:42:36.549-08:00</updated><title type="text">Popsheep</title><subtitle type="html">Songs of Interest</subtitle><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://popsheep.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://popsheep.com/atom.xml" /><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354570649559033835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Popsheep" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-8833204613701366234</id><published>2009-08-22T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:36:27.557-07:00</updated><title type="text">_why The Lucky Stiff</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20080215061603/http://poignantguide.net/sdtrk/soundtrack.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20080215061603/http://poignantguide.net/sdtrk/soundtrack.png" width="409" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Why%3F_%28U.S._band%29"&gt;Why?&lt;/a&gt; but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_why&lt;/span&gt;.  He taught me &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruby_%28programming_language%29"&gt;ruby&lt;/a&gt; with cartoon foxes, his style is something unlike anything within the technical writing field: strange and wonderful. Just take a look at this chapter &lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20080203120748/poignantguide.net/ruby/chapter-7.html"&gt;"When You Wish Upon a Beard&lt;/a&gt;." It is hard to believe that this is a programming book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I tried to look for some more information on one of his recent projects &lt;a href="http://camping.rubyforge.org/files/README.html"&gt;Camping&lt;/a&gt;. I tried to access one of his sites, and strangely it was gone.  I quickly tried another, it too was missing.  A bit of research told me that on the 19th of August &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_why&lt;/span&gt; had removed his entire extensive online presence. What makes this all the more interesting is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_why&lt;/span&gt; operated from anonymity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_why &lt;/span&gt;was also a musician, and had composed a soundtrack for his computer programing book, a song for each chapter. Surprisingly (or maybe not?) it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_why The Lucky Stiff&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20070703051421/poignantguide.net/sdtrk/chap+2+-+this+book+is+made+%28of+rabbits+and+lemonade%29.mp3"&gt;"This Books was Made (of Rabbits and Lemonade)"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-8833204613701366234?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/8833204613701366234/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=8833204613701366234" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8833204613701366234" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8833204613701366234" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/B1nRggCm6bg/why-lucky-stiff.html" title="_why The Lucky Stiff" /><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354570649559033835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15948962643960898552" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/08/why-lucky-stiff.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-5143555741652389248</id><published>2009-07-15T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:38:48.110-07:00</updated><title type="text">A Mild and Crazy Guy</title><content type="html">Amidst the craziness and confusion is an empty Tuesday night concert.  The room is dirty and the bands are all so positive and great.  I get to bed at 2AM, cleaning up after five paying audience members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing an &lt;a href="http://selfarchive.blogspot.com" target="self"&gt;exercise&lt;/a&gt; of remembering everything about me and I'm pretty sure I'll remember &lt;b&gt;Tan Dollar&lt;/b&gt; in San Diego fairly clearly and concisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Trying_TanDollar.mp3" target="3213"&gt;Tan Dollar - Trying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-5143555741652389248?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/5143555741652389248/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=5143555741652389248" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/5143555741652389248" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/5143555741652389248" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/jX_PKyazLEM/mild-and-crazy-guy.html" title="A Mild and Crazy Guy" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/07/mild-and-crazy-guy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-1043896556680429869</id><published>2009-07-10T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:54:57.339-07:00</updated><title type="text">Good Stories about Records</title><content type="html">I saw Dirty Projects last night.  I bought the LP and lay in bed this morning listening to both sides.  I'm sure you've already heard it, so instead of writing anything meaningful/stupid (Are Dirty Projectors the first TRUE math-pop band?) and instead of trying to say something NEW, I will add to the archive and say something old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/SpringIsHere.mp3" target="332"&gt;Dave Longstreth - Spring is Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/IDontKnow.mp3" target="333333"&gt;Dave Longstreth - I Don't Know&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;i&gt;Graceful Fallen Mango&lt;/i&gt; [This Heart Plays Records, 2002].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-1043896556680429869?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/1043896556680429869/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=1043896556680429869" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1043896556680429869" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1043896556680429869" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/GiU7pZ0Hm4A/good-stories-about-records.html" title="Good Stories about Records" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/07/good-stories-about-records.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-191137156779373373</id><published>2009-07-09T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:09:52.062-07:00</updated><title type="text">Lost Greek Hits, 1978 - 1988</title><content type="html">I'm not going to lie.  This compilation pushes the boundaries of taste.  There is keytar rock, bouzouki disco, Greek reggae and lots of pop hits.  I dug through 15 stores over two days in Athens and had a great time.  It was hard to pass up the Italo-Disco (see below) and some of the amazing American and British records amassed by the upscale stores.  I tried to stick to 1 euro bins but was occasionally swayed out by promising early 80's lipstick songstresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BASIC INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/track1.mp3" target="12312"&gt;ΣΗΚΩ ΧΟΡΕΨΕ ΚΟΥΚΛΙ ΜΟΥ - ΟΤΙ ΑΡΧΙΖΕΙ ΩΡΑΙΟ&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/track2.mp3" target="33232"&gt;ΤΟ ΑΙΟΝΤΑΡΙ - ΜΑΝΟΣ ΠΑΝΤΑΛΟΥΑΗΣ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FULL MEAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/2s9thi" target="33333"&gt;Individual files&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coolbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-greek-hits-1979-1988.html" target="3312121"&gt;Mix Tape Style&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/greekgraf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athens is heavily spray painted.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-191137156779373373?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/191137156779373373/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=191137156779373373" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/191137156779373373" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/191137156779373373" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/4KQheP_tPEk/lost-greek-hits-1978-1988.html" title="Lost Greek Hits, 1978 - 1988" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/07/lost-greek-hits-1978-1988.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-2426658533276867865</id><published>2009-07-07T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:06:45.383-07:00</updated><title type="text">Souvlaki Symphony</title><content type="html">I went to Athens, Greece and spent a day dirtying my fingers on dollar records.  The results of such labour will soon be evident and widely promoted.  In the meantime, distract yourself as I was distracted, by the rows and stacks labeled &lt;b&gt;ITALO-DISCO - 2.50 Euro&lt;/b&gt;.  I tried to control myself, but clearly, some things are beyond control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/drbarclay/3676257587/" target="photo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/greece.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/AlfStuckonEarth.mp3" target="song"&gt;Alf - Stuck on Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/alf-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the writer's room when they came up with the idea of him really wanting to eat cats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-2426658533276867865?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/2426658533276867865/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=2426658533276867865" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2426658533276867865" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2426658533276867865" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/9-Ts8cDTYwc/souvlaki-symphony.html" title="Souvlaki Symphony" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/07/souvlaki-symphony.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-8412272666361311022</id><published>2009-07-05T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:03:31.888-07:00</updated><title type="text">More Taiwan Sounds</title><content type="html">In an effort to figure out track listings and artist names, I took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look here: &lt;a href="http://www.nicesnacks.com/Taiwan/tw.html" target="432"&gt;Sounds of Taiwan!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen here: &lt;a href="http://coolbreakfast.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-guest-mix-by-david-b.html" target="32"&gt;Taiwan Rocks!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming very very soon: &lt;b&gt;LOST GREEK HITS, 1978-1988&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-8412272666361311022?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/8412272666361311022/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=8412272666361311022" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8412272666361311022" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8412272666361311022" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/s2wAtawGTaI/more-taiwan-sounds.html" title="More Taiwan Sounds" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/07/more-taiwan-sounds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-8146595732359147359</id><published>2009-05-29T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:54:05.807-07:00</updated><title type="text">Cumulative Results</title><content type="html">Here are the results of many hours of walking, digging and generally putting myself in awkward situations in Taipei, Taiwan.  Firstly, let me point out the main flaw, I don't speak, read or understand Mandarin in the slightest.  For that reason I can not provide you with artist names or song titles.  100000000 apologies.  I would also like to apologize for the relative quality of the recordings.  In my defense, Taiwanese people hate old stuff.  The few records that I found were filthy, water damaged, moldy and sometimes stuck inside their sleeves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/images/tlp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially the collection boiled down to"&lt;br /&gt;[1] Rad 60's singers with sparse orchestral arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/01Track01.mp3" target="1321"&gt;Track 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] 60's studio rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/05Track05.mp3" target="13231"&gt;Track 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Amazing disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/11Track11.mp3" target="132312"&gt;Track 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Minimalist eastern pop grooves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/18Track18.mp3" target="1321312"&gt;Track 18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB.  The &lt;a href="http://www.coolbreakfast.blogspot.com/" target="123121"&gt;Cool Breakfast&lt;/a&gt; blog will be featuring the entire 18 track compilation (as one "mixtape" track) as soon as they get around to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-8146595732359147359?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/8146595732359147359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=8146595732359147359" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8146595732359147359" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8146595732359147359" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/C8dIIRTjI9E/cumulative-results.html" title="Cumulative Results" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/05/cumulative-results.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-8666565521503445981</id><published>2009-05-18T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:47:42.189-07:00</updated><title type="text">In the water.</title><content type="html">I've been listening to Taiwanese music non-stop for the last few weeks.  There is more to come, but last night I landed in Portland and bussed out to see &lt;b&gt;Old Time Relijun&lt;/b&gt; play all the classics (listen &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33H-E7RjnXA" target="123123123"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!).  The first time I heard this band, I thought the music was sample based.  I thought the guitar was actually a church bell.  I thought the bass line was from a jazz record and the drumming from a soul 45 played at 33 rpm.  However, the first time I saw them I realized that I was looking at a photograph of a painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I did use proximity to pick up a few gems of the eastern world.  In particular &lt;b&gt;Nagisa Ni Te&lt;/b&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;Feel&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/We.mp3" target="123"&gt;Nagisa Ni Te - We&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nagisa Ni Te&lt;/b&gt;'s records have been re-issued by Jagjagwuar in the recent past.  I also wanted to take this post to mention Sub Rosa's foray into Asian electronic music.  In particular &lt;b&gt;Wang Changcun&lt;/b&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;The Mountain Swallowing Sadness&lt;/i&gt; which is a great electronic/concrete album in the form of a very internet/blog un-friendly two track 40 minute CD.  Sub Rosa is also planning a four CD anthology of Asian electronic music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-8666565521503445981?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/8666565521503445981/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=8666565521503445981" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8666565521503445981" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8666565521503445981" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/WRK8SYBBX0M/in-water.html" title="In the water." /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/05/in-water.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-5501173454839171765</id><published>2009-05-10T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:08:13.717-07:00</updated><title type="text">Young Country</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/drbarclay/3510929130/" target="outside"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Tw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've found myself in Taipei, Taiwan for the last few days.  It's more than a bunch of imperialists but their impact on the country's scattered modern history has definitely left a mark on the art &amp; music scene.  It's not the mark of cultural oppression but rather one of safety and security.  It is sensible, like waiting until the forces are strong enough.  It's a mark of work and sleep, then work again.  Or school followed by cram school and maybe some late night Saturday school.  Nevertheless, there still exists the 'underground' or 'amateurs do it for love'.  From just a small dose of new (last 5-10 years) of music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/03whiteeyes.mp3" target="huh"&gt;多美好的人生 - White Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 2008 EP &lt;i&gt;Get My Body If You Want It&lt;/i&gt; on White Wabbit Records.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/04.mp3" target="huh"&gt;盘古 - 求革命得革命&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a local expert, this is total outsider art in Taipei.  This song appears several times on the album, played at different speeds.  This is the fastest.  From their self-titled album on ToaKang Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/01.mp3" target="huh"&gt;18碎 - 橘娃娃 Loose Skinned Orange Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like people would be disappointed if I didn't post some smooth late 90s style international pop.  This track is actually considered not very smooth.  Most 'indie pop' here consists of Melissa Etheridge style acoustic-electric guitar, excessive harmonizing and smoothness that reaches windchimes level.  From the &lt;i&gt;Lobo 1&lt;/i&gt; compilation on White Wabbit Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; More to follow, including a stumbling search through the apparently vacant music of the 60s, 70s and 80s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-5501173454839171765?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/5501173454839171765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=5501173454839171765" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/5501173454839171765" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/5501173454839171765" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/PquTuFlBqAw/young-country.html" title="Young Country" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/05/young-country.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-6181131795854356864</id><published>2009-05-06T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:37:56.932-07:00</updated><title type="text">3:39, What is happening there?</title><content type="html">&lt;object height="238" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3814849&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3814849&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="238" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigur Ros - Við spilum endalaust - A Take Away Show from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/blogotheque"&gt;La Blogotheque&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never given Sigur Ros much thought--this video has me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://musicmachinery.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/combined.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 307.5px;" src="http://musicmachinery.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/combined.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the previous performance illuminates there seems to be a inverse relationship between perfection and quality.[source:&lt;a href="http://musicmachinery.com/2009/03/02/in-search-of-the-click-track/"&gt;in search of the click track&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-6181131795854356864?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/6181131795854356864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=6181131795854356864" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/6181131795854356864" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/6181131795854356864" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/bQV07vg1niE/339-what-is-happening-there.html" title="3:39, What is happening there?" /><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06354570649559033835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15948962643960898552" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/04/339-what-is-happening-there.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-1965369498624626812</id><published>2009-05-06T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:40:11.829-07:00</updated><title type="text">What is a "City of Daughters" anyways?</title><content type="html">I've often asked myself why no one has inspired themselves from Ian Svenonius' master works.  Here is a wonderfully styled tangent courtesy of LA and Not Not Fun recs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/nightcourt.mp3" target="123123"&gt;Vibes - Night Court&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she saying "Here comes the judge" or is it auditory paradolia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-1965369498624626812?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/1965369498624626812/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=1965369498624626812" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1965369498624626812" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1965369498624626812" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/vrvb2fw1XGo/fun.html" title="What is a &quot;City of Daughters&quot; anyways?" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/05/fun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-8252561515311380125</id><published>2009-04-30T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:10:48.908-07:00</updated><title type="text">The 2009 Summer Jam Contest Has Begun</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3491832149_11e59a1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3491832149_11e59a1806.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David B. is at sea and nearly internet-less (seriously), so I figure someone else at Popsheep should step up while he's away. Popsheep founder Jay and I have a pact actually (agreed upon very late in the night at a house party six weeks ago) that we'd both post a least one entry before the end of April. So expect an entry from him about a Kenny Rogers rarity in the next five minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has finally arrived in Vancouver and, as such, the need for a proper "summer jam" is immediate. My nomination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/stop_start.mp3"&gt;Fine Mist - Stop or Start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Arner &amp;amp; Megan McDonald have played around town for awhile (in great bands like &lt;a href="http://www.thepoisondart.com/"&gt;The Poison Dart&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.internationalfalls.ca/"&gt;International Falls&lt;/a&gt;, plus amazing &lt;a href="http://falls.thepoisondart.com/freakyintheclub.mp3"&gt;remixes&lt;/a&gt;), but there's something serendipitous about their timing with &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thebandfinemist"&gt;Fine Mist&lt;/a&gt;. The world wants (and needs) overwrought synthpop right now. "Stop or Start" is both a sort of love song &amp;amp; a sort of breakup song and a tune we can all get down to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was taken on my phone at a craft fair that Jay and Megan were rocking a couple of weeks back. Jay &amp; Megan's moms were there (emergency lyrics change?) and she said I freaked her out by "whooing" before they played "Stop or Start." What can I say, it's my jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-8252561515311380125?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/8252561515311380125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=8252561515311380125" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8252561515311380125" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8252561515311380125" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/DjBrQ1WEG9s/2009-summer-jam-contest-has-begun.html" title="The 2009 Summer Jam Contest Has Begun" /><author><name>Duncan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06348629356655638328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06907238572733012085" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/04/2009-summer-jam-contest-has-begun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-2808411791703803707</id><published>2009-04-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:13:29.416-07:00</updated><title type="text">Facilitator</title><content type="html">America has so many people in it.  It's basically jam packed full to the brim of an infinite amount of people.  It is easy to constantly be surprised by someone, in any field, at any time.  For instance, last night I saw nine bands play between the hours or 8pm and 12am.  I was prepared for some greatness (&lt;B&gt;White Fang&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Fortress of Amplitude&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Rob Walmart&lt;/b&gt; feat. Watery Graves) but nothing could have prepared me for the comedy genius duo named &lt;b&gt;Talibam&lt;/b&gt; (also purveyors of serious music) or the best "first band out of nine bands to play on a Tuesday night" performance I have ever witnessed.  Like all great animals, the spectacular music of &lt;b&gt;Pregnant&lt;/b&gt; dies when caged, but here is the closest approximation to the handful of wonderful songs that started off the epic night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/pregnant.mp3" target="nattyplease"&gt;Pregnant - One Thing to be Sure of&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clarify, the Pregnant in question is a solo guitar/singer/looper from central California and his CD-R &lt;b&gt;Ikewimin&lt;/b&gt; contains a Steely Dan/Steve Reich mash-up.  Other than an overheard conversation where he said he had once played with Walter Weasel and the above written information, I don't know anything about &lt;b&gt;Pregnant&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-2808411791703803707?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/2808411791703803707/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=2808411791703803707" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2808411791703803707" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2808411791703803707" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/ZKK8MlnoX84/facilitator.html" title="Facilitator" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/04/facilitator.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-3982476545751887348</id><published>2009-04-03T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:00:35.956-07:00</updated><title type="text">Tired,</title><content type="html">which is why I stopped reading and started only listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolbreakfast.blogspot.com/" target="shittttttttt"&gt;Cool Breakfast Blog&lt;/a&gt; by Adam of &lt;b&gt;Lake&lt;/b&gt; and a million other bands that may or may not have delay on the vocals, I don't even notice/care any more.  Sparse, efficient, meaningful and of a superior quality, everything I look for in a good magazine (of which the internet is the best).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my own laughable consistencies, this must come as no surprise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://virb.com/colemilner/audio/18444" target="boringbutbeautiful"&gt;Cole Moldy Milner - Miss You When I'm Gone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/superhumanbird/3406671833/" target="wha"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/images/danny.jpg" width="350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-3982476545751887348?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/3982476545751887348/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=3982476545751887348" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/3982476545751887348" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/3982476545751887348" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/kshsx_WGUeA/tired.html" title="Tired," /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/04/tired.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-2212775771615938899</id><published>2009-03-19T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:10:16.709-07:00</updated><title type="text">Everything I touch</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/ven.jpg" target="fuck"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/ven.jpg" width="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to DOWNLOAD and then re-UPLOAD it but have been a repeat listener of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/chainandthegang" target="ian"&gt;Chain and the Gang&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;I see Progess&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, courtesy of Maxime in Berlin, a return to 1996 via the 2008 song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5R_3zNfEcTo" target="1996"&gt;New Broom&lt;/a&gt; by Minisnap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-2212775771615938899?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/2212775771615938899/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=2212775771615938899" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2212775771615938899" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2212775771615938899" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/Sdcd06oqq60/everything-i-touch.html" title="Everything I touch" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/03/everything-i-touch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-8201017161415752308</id><published>2009-03-12T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:04:46.322-07:00</updated><title type="text">Back on track.</title><content type="html">Blood work doctors are the medical equivalent of traffic cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Che Cafe show in many months happened last night and I'm still kicking myself for not recording it.  &lt;b&gt;The Gift Machine&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Emperor X&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Drew Danburry&lt;/b&gt; played near perfect sets to a well behaved audience.  &lt;b&gt;Ryland Bouchard&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;The Robot Ate Me&lt;/b&gt; exhibited his wonderful performance persona (a dark place) and the great lost art of minimalist pop song writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/ryland.mp3" target="eatit"&gt;Ryland Bouchard - Married to the Ground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;bR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lazily posted the first song from this pretty amazing &lt;a href="http://www.rylandbouchard.com/" target="myshit"&gt;box set&lt;/a&gt;.  I haven't really digested the A sides and haven't even listened to the B sides yet, but couldn't wait to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-8201017161415752308?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/8201017161415752308/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=8201017161415752308" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8201017161415752308" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8201017161415752308" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/BiHEROzD4y0/back-on-track.html" title="Back on track." /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/03/back-on-track.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-1587396919472693166</id><published>2009-02-25T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:03:59.939-08:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.saidthegramophone.com" target="seenit"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt;'s e-wisdom, I ended up burning my mind on &lt;a href="http://cloudofevil.blogspot.com/" target="glad"&gt;Cary Mercer's blog&lt;/a&gt; for most of the day.  Aside from amazing me and eating my time it managed to do a great job of self-exposing my own weaknesses.  So what else can I do but return to the ridiculously simple?  Firstly, a song or two by an obscure-for-now/hidden gem/yet to be recognized genius known as &lt;b&gt;Glass Cake&lt;/b&gt;.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/wellworkitout.mp3" target="23232324"&gt;Glass Cake - We'll Work it Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/blanket.mp3" target="23232324"&gt;Glass Cake - Blanket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, combine two things to make a newer, better thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1]&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Picture1.png" width="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;[2]&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Picture2.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Picture2.png" width="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-1587396919472693166?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/1587396919472693166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=1587396919472693166" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1587396919472693166" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1587396919472693166" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/pQg9znBRdhs/thanks-to-sean-s-e-wisdom-i-ended-up.html" title="" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/02/thanks-to-sean-s-e-wisdom-i-ended-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-5051898319817957152</id><published>2009-02-23T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:50:05.933-08:00</updated><title type="text">A way to feel:</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/AMM.mp3" target="n"&gt;AMM - Late&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this grasping at straws or a super infinite horizon dividing two grey plates?  If there are a countable number of things but it would take you 'too long' to count them, then there are an infinite number of things.  What I'm trying to say is, I don't know whose side time is on but it's pretty much all I've got right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-5051898319817957152?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/5051898319817957152/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=5051898319817957152" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/5051898319817957152" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/5051898319817957152" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/ONgBbWbvE2A/way-to-feel.html" title="A way to feel:" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/02/way-to-feel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-8056522783007949224</id><published>2009-02-04T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:34:35.988-08:00</updated><title type="text">253 BPM</title><content type="html">Seriously, due to faulty wiring the above measurement was made.  I'm still not sure what will be done to fix it, but basically my heart has been broken for about 7 years.  Anna was there the first time it happened.  We burst into a sort of Rocky style training run on the grounds of the University of Toronto.  She was the trainer on the bike and I was man against everything, feet pushing the pavement.  It jumped to double time at some point, but I didn't really notice it until it jumped to half time and beat twice as hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other Ridiculous Current Realities:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicesnacks.com" target="12313213"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nice Snacks/Cold Drinks&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nicesnacks.com/pics/onelesscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low runs of some 'drawings' that I have done printed on to t-shirts or newsprint, both so fleetingly temporary and poorly done that you won't regret buying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Nick Krgovich musical!!!&lt;/b&gt;  Thee Original Musical Genius!  No Kids touring with Parenthetical Girls! Here's a track from the original cast recording (thanks Duncan!):&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/IntheBigHouse.mp3" target="wow"&gt;Nicholas Krgovich - In the Big House [In the Yard, Havin' Fun]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lastly and most ridiculously&lt;/b&gt;, a small, last minute 'the endless bummer' tour to the Bay Area, March 4th-8th.  Obviously, I'm willing to play anywhere in between, so see here for details [&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theendlessbummer" target="whocares"&gt;/.\&lt;/a&gt;] if you're interested in hosting a badly attended performance by a band that no one has heard of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-8056522783007949224?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/8056522783007949224/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=8056522783007949224" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8056522783007949224" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/8056522783007949224" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/Yh3eh4s_WF4/253-bpm.html" title="253 BPM" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/02/253-bpm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-1093832357573734410</id><published>2009-02-01T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:56:57.893-08:00</updated><title type="text">In America</title><content type="html">Two days not to be alone in America:&lt;br /&gt;1) Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;2) Superbowl Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Bird Names album &lt;i&gt;Sings the Browns&lt;/i&gt; will be released on labelthatnowhaseverything &lt;b&gt;Upset the Rhythm&lt;/b&gt;.  Arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the impatients, the tape version is available now on LA label &lt;i&gt;Really Coastal&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/bn2.mp3" target="12312"&gt; Bird Names - Sings the Browns, track 2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/bn5.mp3" target="22123"&gt;track 5&lt;/a&gt; and so many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-1093832357573734410?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/1093832357573734410/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=1093832357573734410" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1093832357573734410" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/1093832357573734410" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/PjuHz0o9QuQ/in-america.html" title="In America" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/02/in-america.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-7586628249794337145</id><published>2009-01-24T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:11:27.067-08:00</updated><title type="text">A year ago today.</title><content type="html">Well known and well explored is &lt;b&gt;Badnoise&lt;/b&gt;, a guy with the name Juha and a dusty 7" record that has remained a classic since the &lt;i&gt;Hall Rockin'&lt;/i&gt; compilation [(1996) Lansdowne Junior High year book].  He was persistent and industrious enough to make the &lt;a href="http://www.punkhistorycanada.ca/noise/view.php?cat_id=31&amp;id=336" target="readmore"&gt;internet&lt;/a&gt;. Badnoise was the year of the Expo.  It's a bit of 'where are you going' rock which has long since worked it's way under my skin.  What can I say except the same things over and over again?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/FunkyBabyFunkyGirl.mp3" target="123323"&gt;Badnoise - Funky Baby &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/cats.jpg" width=390&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mission Beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;; a hypothetical 'internal' cognitive symbol that represents external reality.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-7586628249794337145?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/7586628249794337145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=7586628249794337145" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/7586628249794337145" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/7586628249794337145" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/LWRG6lDEmLo/well-known-and-well-explored-is.html" title="A year ago today." /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/01/well-known-and-well-explored-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-2300134661223909175</id><published>2009-01-16T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:54:03.368-08:00</updated><title type="text">Weak</title><content type="html">Short of commenting on greater musical trends, I present a package that can only lead to one thing: discovery.  This isn't the latter, just the former, and in reality 'discovery' just means a brushing off of something dusty yet well known and well explored.  But let's leave that for another post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, with two tracks from '76 &amp; '77.  Each is shrouded in it's own fog of confusion, and merits significant research or 'internet time spent'.  Maybe time for me to stop waiting and just shave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/Companion.mp3" target="1112"&gt;Dennis Wilson - Companion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/ThenIKissed.mp3" target="shit"&gt;Gary Wilson - And Then I Kissed Your Lips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael Barclay, David Barclay and the 160 Barclay bus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/drbarclay/3190596036/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/barclay.jpg" width=390&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-2300134661223909175?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/2300134661223909175/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=2300134661223909175" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2300134661223909175" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/2300134661223909175" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/-An4DwqWEVs/weak.html" title="Weak" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/01/weak.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-7779510238885814560</id><published>2009-01-11T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:30:55.454-08:00</updated><title type="text">Taking Back the House</title><content type="html">There are a few people I wish I could see tonight.  Maybe two or three.  Actually probably more around ten of them.  In fact, I can think of at least twenty.  Some of them I miss, some of them I love and some of them I just want to know a little better.  There are a whole bunch that I would like to talk with and a few that I would like to play music with.  Others could entertain, collaborate, sing or make a few recommendations.  This is me listening to &lt;b&gt;Adrian Teacher&lt;/b&gt; and his band &lt;b&gt;Apollo Ghosts&lt;/b&gt; in my apartment and feeling this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/AG.mp3" target="allkindsagirls"&gt;Apollo Ghosts - Land of the Morning Calm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-7779510238885814560?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/7779510238885814560/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=7779510238885814560" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/7779510238885814560" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/7779510238885814560" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/di9-zYZ-Lys/there-are-few-people-i-wish-i-could-see.html" title="Taking Back the House" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/01/there-are-few-people-i-wish-i-could-see.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-9060421301712611705</id><published>2009-01-01T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:51:53.838-08:00</updated><title type="text">Madmen have no ears.</title><content type="html">This post will conclude this holiday/seasonal serial concept.  After this, I will resume posts inspired by my intense personal life and occasional amazing live music experience (ALME) or amazing live music experience at the Che Cafe (ALMECC).  Consequently, I present the most haunting and beautiful of all melodies.  Herein is a tune to slash the collective face of Brian Eno subscribers and 'non-linear' editing purists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/BP.mp3" target="never"&gt;Baden Powell - Manha de Carneval&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-9060421301712611705?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/9060421301712611705/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=9060421301712611705" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/9060421301712611705" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/9060421301712611705" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/JoiR4DhSiII/madmen-have-no-ears.html" title="Madmen have no ears." /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2009/01/madmen-have-no-ears.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12132323.post-5225372467204473934</id><published>2008-12-30T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:46:55.764-08:00</updated><title type="text">Results</title><content type="html">Here is the seasonal holiday posting result, #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsheep.com/mp3/NowNowThereThere.mp3" target="11"&gt;Chris-A-Riffic - Now, Now. There, There&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this recording for many years.  This time, I got Chris-ed in his cold shed, surrounded by enthusiasts and lovers.  A kiss on the cheek is enough to keep someone going for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, a bizarre possibility: the combination of worlds or "straddling worlds".  The above (British Columbia, Canada), the below (San Diego, California) and a little bit of &lt;a href="http://www.hichristina.com/" target="321"&gt;New York City&lt;/a&gt;.  We risk having a Christmas together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ever Evie D. - Live at the Echo Curio LOS ANGLES, CALIFORNIA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/38Q7J_be9AA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/38Q7J_be9AA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12132323-5225372467204473934?l=popsheep.com%2Findex.html'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/5225372467204473934/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12132323&amp;postID=5225372467204473934" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/5225372467204473934" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12132323/posts/default/5225372467204473934" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Popsheep/~3/708oQwB2uMI/results.html" title="Results" /><author><name>David Readshaw Barclay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966499404435106567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09975266827431772030" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popsheep.com/2008/12/results.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
