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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/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GRHc9fCp7ImA9WxNUGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195</id><updated>2009-11-11T16:00:25.964-06:00</updated><title>I'm Just Sayin Is All...</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>610</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/rIcy" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQHQnY7fCp7ImA9WxNUEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-2731460256729274135</id><published>2009-11-03T09:30:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:38:53.804-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T10:38:53.804-06:00</app:edited><title>Another Julie Doron Collaboration</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SvBQRJk0LlI/AAAAAAAABZo/JNc7xLH7BXs/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SvBQRJk0LlI/AAAAAAAABZo/JNc7xLH7BXs/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399904208775556690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alexis Pike - A Teton, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St. Anthony, Idaho&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Daniel, Fred, &amp;amp; Julie - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/DanielJulieFredRunner.mp3"&gt;Runner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(mp3): A tape machine on the floor of a garage in Sackville, New Brunswick in the summer of 2009.  A semi-circle of folding chairs.  On one sits Fred Squire, under a mess of black hair and thick-rimmed glasses, staring down at his feet as he tunes his acoustic guitar.   Julie Doiron sits just below him on her knees, lips pursed in a hum with eyes closed.  Standing, face buried in an open book of traditional folk songs, is Daniel.  He paces organically, glancing up only to smile at a group of kids passing by the open garage door on their bicycles.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;As we all get excited for Mount Eerie's &lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/madison/events/mount-eerie-no-kids-and-tara-jane-oneil,134630/"&gt;return to Madison this Saturday&lt;/a&gt;... remember this time last year... Julie Dorion's Lost Wisdom harmonies with Phil at &lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/madison/articles/mount-eerie-and-julie-doiron-at-gates-of-heaven,512/"&gt;Gates of Heaven&lt;/a&gt;... magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-2731460256729274135?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/2731460256729274135/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=2731460256729274135&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/2731460256729274135?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/2731460256729274135?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-julie-doron-collaboration.html" title="Another Julie Doron Collaboration" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SvBQRJk0LlI/AAAAAAAABZo/JNc7xLH7BXs/s72-c/Picture+3.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YDQ3Y-cCp7ImA9WxNUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-408913488845088020</id><published>2009-11-02T22:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:19:32.858-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T00:19:32.858-06:00</app:edited><title>From the Bottom of a Pile</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/Su-2B7-P0dI/AAAAAAAABZY/-BHPN1id8lw/s1600-h/RachelWhitereadStud2005.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/Su-2B7-P0dI/AAAAAAAABZY/-BHPN1id8lw/s320/RachelWhitereadStud2005.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399734622635413970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rachel Whiteread - Study (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My desk is made of slippery granite, elbows of 90 degree angles, and feet of concrete.  I sit here sometimes, in the perfect silence, and empty sheets of paper with an eraser.  Whole novels in fact.  I find the more words I take out, the more I'm able to say.  I sit here, today, to complete 30 pages of narrative.  And I accomplish the task with one paragraph.  At the top of the page I write: I WANT TO DO SOMETHING IMPORTANT.   Indent a heading labeled "Rationale", under which I scrawl: FOR MEANING.  I sit here, now, pretending to photocopy my work in triplicate to hand to my boss.  She says too without words, always sweetly, thank you.  You do such an excellent job.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/armsandsleepers"&gt;Arms and Sleepers&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/Helvetica.mp3"&gt;Helvetica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-408913488845088020?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/408913488845088020/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=408913488845088020&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/408913488845088020?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/408913488845088020?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-bottom-of-pile.html" title="From the Bottom of a Pile" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/Su-2B7-P0dI/AAAAAAAABZY/-BHPN1id8lw/s72-c/RachelWhitereadStud2005.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMQH89fSp7ImA9WxNVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-6789215492925571366</id><published>2009-10-28T11:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:58:01.165-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T11:58:01.165-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wisconsin" /><title>Clay Bodies</title><content type="html">&lt;object id="delve_playerf41db15d64b449eaa0064d5529d83f23334260o" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="430" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.delvenetworks.com/player/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="mediaId=f46cbe0bcad9478e82711261a0b427c2&amp;amp;playerForm=88a26316a62d4655a806dda0da4e95ca&amp;amp;autoplayNextClip=true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.delvenetworks.com/player/loader.swf" name="delve_playerf41db15d64b449eaa0064d5529d83f23334260e" wmode="window" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="mediaId=f46cbe0bcad9478e82711261a0b427c2&amp;amp;playerForm=88a26316a62d4655a806dda0da4e95ca&amp;amp;autoplayNextClip=true" width="430" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zola Jesus - Clay Bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2008/02/diet-coke-with-tar.html"&gt;Previous Post "Zola Jesus: Diet Coke with Tar" (Feb 2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-6789215492925571366?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/6789215492925571366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=6789215492925571366&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/6789215492925571366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/6789215492925571366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/clay-bodies.html" title="Clay Bodies" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FRnc8cSp7ImA9WxNVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-8586344275499068887</id><published>2009-10-27T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:16:57.979-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T22:16:57.979-05:00</app:edited><title>Hovering With Short Wings</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SuZmeDwa5UI/AAAAAAAABYo/bc-XkAo5nQI/s1600-h/mccar41569_2-TIl64n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SuZmeDwa5UI/AAAAAAAABYo/bc-XkAo5nQI/s320/mccar41569_2-TIl64n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397113870040622402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contemporaryartdaily.com/2009/07/paul-mccarthy-at-hauser-wirth/"&gt;Paul McCarthy&lt;/a&gt; - M (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Vic Chesnutt - &lt;a href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/WeHoveredWithShortWings.mp3"&gt;We Hovered With Short Wings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (mp3): He's the type of guy who'd rather not sing.  When people talk to him, he pays close attention all the while offering nothing in return.  Smiles and nods nicely until they tire and return to their paperwork.  He saves his emotions for laundry baskets and the bottom of sweater pockets.  In the evenings, though, he whispers into a tape recorder when no one is listening.  Only when the playback of his voice sounds most hidden, most breathy, most still, most honest, most like his inner monologue... he saves it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's the sound that no one was ever meant to hear. And it's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-8586344275499068887?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/8586344275499068887/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=8586344275499068887&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/8586344275499068887?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/8586344275499068887?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/hovering.html" title="Hovering With Short Wings" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SuZmeDwa5UI/AAAAAAAABYo/bc-XkAo5nQI/s72-c/mccar41569_2-TIl64n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQHQ309eip7ImA9WxNVFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-6011241274753658488</id><published>2009-10-26T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:32:12.362-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T22:32:12.362-05:00</app:edited><title>Cupping the Ocean in My Dreams</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SuZnvqqf47I/AAAAAAAABYw/BKvCRbpEClM/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SuZnvqqf47I/AAAAAAAABYw/BKvCRbpEClM/s320/Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397115272054170546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.aaronmaurer.net"&gt;Aaron Maurer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; - Fatal Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I like when the song title is longer than the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/amiterez"&gt;Amit Erez&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/Last%20Night%20When%20I%20Tried%20to%20Sleep%20I%20Felt%20the%20Ocean%20with%20my%20Fingertips.mp3"&gt;Last Night When I Tried To Sleep I Felt The Ocean With My Fingertips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; (mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-6011241274753658488?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/6011241274753658488/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=6011241274753658488&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/6011241274753658488?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/6011241274753658488?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/cupping-ocean-in-my-dreams.html" title="Cupping the Ocean in My Dreams" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SuZnvqqf47I/AAAAAAAABYw/BKvCRbpEClM/s72-c/Picture+17.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BSX4-eip7ImA9WxNVFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-4089071723176013859</id><published>2009-10-25T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:00:58.052-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-25T20:00:58.052-05:00</app:edited><title>Obscene Queen Bee</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SuTw5wREUmI/AAAAAAAABYg/Bi23nirJEBg/s1600-h/John+Stark+The+Apiary+2008+from+We+Used+to+Have+Faces.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SuTw5wREUmI/AAAAAAAABYg/Bi23nirJEBg/s320/John+Stark+The+Apiary+2008+from+We+Used+to+Have+Faces.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396703128496394850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnstarkgallery.co.uk/"&gt;John Stark&lt;/a&gt; - The Apiary (2008)&lt;br /&gt;[from &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.johnstarkgallery.co.uk/painting.aspx?cid=11"&gt;We Used to Have Faces&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/alecounsworth"&gt;Alec Ounsworth&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/ObsceneQueenBee%232.mp3"&gt;Obscene Queen Bee #2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (mp3): You'll surely recognize the voice.  There's no other mumble as shrill.  The band is new, though, and bends a pedal steel guitar over an organ with ease.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-4089071723176013859?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/4089071723176013859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=4089071723176013859&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/4089071723176013859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/4089071723176013859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/obscene-queen-bee.html" title="Obscene Queen Bee" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SuTw5wREUmI/AAAAAAAABYg/Bi23nirJEBg/s72-c/John+Stark+The+Apiary+2008+from+We+Used+to+Have+Faces.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQNR3o5fCp7ImA9WxNVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-8251369197821629427</id><published>2009-10-20T06:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:09:56.424-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T20:09:56.424-05:00</app:edited><title>Repost: We All Fall Down</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/St0AYB7MDII/AAAAAAAABYQ/wxxkJDZlMOU/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/St0AYB7MDII/AAAAAAAABYQ/wxxkJDZlMOU/s320/Picture+15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394468341493271682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samgreenwork.com/"&gt;Sam Green&lt;/a&gt; - Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Merill is a puppet master. She puppets ears drums, up and down to say yes and left and right to say no at her whim. Her blunt yodel pounds the membranes and her screech plucks the hair cells. She makes the lifeless listener expressive with only dirty moans and a ukelle. It's a hard job, but someone has to make humans shake inside. And she does it with her knuckles pressed deep in the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tuneyards"&gt;Tune Yards&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/HATARI.mp3"&gt;Hatari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(mp3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tune Yards - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/WHENYOUTELLTHELIONS.mp3"&gt;When You Tell The Lions&lt;/a&gt; (mp3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune Yards is playing at the High Noon Saloon tonight (10/20/09) at 7:00pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAST POSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-songs-of-2008-11-20.html"&gt;Great Songs of 2008&lt;/a&gt; (4/21/09), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflecting-on-2008.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Top 20 JustSayin Shows of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (12/31/09), &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;We All Fall Down&lt;/span&gt; (7/18/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-8251369197821629427?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/8251369197821629427/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=8251369197821629427&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/8251369197821629427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/8251369197821629427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/repost-we-all-fall-down.html" title="Repost: We All Fall Down" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/St0AYB7MDII/AAAAAAAABYQ/wxxkJDZlMOU/s72-c/Picture+15.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EEQXw7eCp7ImA9WxNVEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-1550278154023658327</id><published>2009-10-19T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:20:00.200-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T20:20:00.200-05:00</app:edited><title>Everything Gets Old</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/St0CdarozlI/AAAAAAAABYY/vNm_5UR3D2w/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/St0CdarozlI/AAAAAAAABYY/vNm_5UR3D2w/s320/Picture+16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394470633061535314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;Michel de Broin - &lt;a href="http://www.micheldebroin.org/projects/bw/index.html"&gt;Black Whole Conference&lt;/a&gt; (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm sorry this isn't very subtle today.  It sounds like taking off my shoe and throwing it at you.  But I'm not mad.  Surely you understand.  Everything gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.myspace.com/markeitzel"&gt;Mark Eitzel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; - &lt;a href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/ILiveInThisPlace.mp3"&gt;I Live In This Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; (mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-1550278154023658327?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/1550278154023658327/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=1550278154023658327&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/1550278154023658327?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/1550278154023658327?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-gets-old.html" title="Everything Gets Old" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/St0CdarozlI/AAAAAAAABYY/vNm_5UR3D2w/s72-c/Picture+16.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEMSHozeyp7ImA9WxNWGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-4038277034101518065</id><published>2009-10-15T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:18:09.483-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-18T11:18:09.483-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wisconsin" /><title>Or What You Think Other People Want You To Want?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/StPYeps7MbI/AAAAAAAABXw/ZJWHGNth45U/s1600-h/chocjesus300dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/StPYeps7MbI/AAAAAAAABXw/ZJWHGNth45U/s320/chocjesus300dpi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391891199994573234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikewatsonart.com/"&gt;Mike Watson&lt;/a&gt; - Chocolate Jesus (2008) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[Originally inspired by the Tom Wait's song]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://jesuschristtheindieband.muxtape.com/"&gt;Jesus Christ (the indie band)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/Is%20This%20Really%20What%20You%20Want_.mp3"&gt;Is This Really What You Want?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(mp3): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This song sounds like a looming memory.  It grows slowly by playing and replaying teen movie morals from back when rewind really meant tape was being rewound.  Bouncing echos, beating minutes, intersecting thoughts - all overlaid by a wandering inner monologue.  It's unsure, but trying to get through to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-4038277034101518065?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/4038277034101518065/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=4038277034101518065&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/4038277034101518065?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/4038277034101518065?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/or-what-you-think-other-people-want-you.html" title="Or What You Think Other People Want You To Want?" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/StPYeps7MbI/AAAAAAAABXw/ZJWHGNth45U/s72-c/chocjesus300dpi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIBRX48eCp7ImA9WxNWFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-5878555629185690067</id><published>2009-10-14T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:02:34.070-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T21:02:34.070-05:00</app:edited><title>Przewalski's Horse</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/StfLLR9FXjI/AAAAAAAABYI/X5Gfp6AASKE/s1600-h/RichardBarnes_AnimalLogic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/StfLLR9FXjI/AAAAAAAABYI/X5Gfp6AASKE/s320/RichardBarnes_AnimalLogic.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393002473458064946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.richardbarnes.net/animallogic01.html"&gt;Richard Barnes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; - Animal Logic (mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Likely a joy of being a horse is the regal posture and stride inherent to the word equine.  And having the largest eye of any land mammal.  Also, stables.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/soyuncaballo"&gt;Soy Un Caballo&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/robin.mp3"&gt;Robin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-5878555629185690067?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/5878555629185690067/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=5878555629185690067&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/5878555629185690067?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/5878555629185690067?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/przewalskis-horse.html" title="Przewalski's Horse" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/StfLLR9FXjI/AAAAAAAABYI/X5Gfp6AASKE/s72-c/RichardBarnes_AnimalLogic.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4EQXk8eSp7ImA9WxNWE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-7723471308869762135</id><published>2009-10-12T20:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:55:00.771-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T20:55:00.771-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wisconsin" /><title>In the Hands of the Rememberer</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/StPaMJO23yI/AAAAAAAABYA/cRNxn0Rfo7g/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/StPaMJO23yI/AAAAAAAABYA/cRNxn0Rfo7g/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391893081064136482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://hummingbirdpress.org/"&gt;Cathy Jean Clark&lt;/a&gt; - My Grandmothers' Trees II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thelastdinosauruk"&gt;The Last Dinosaur&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/Home.mp3"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (mp3): This is the part of the episode where the camera slowly zooms out to juxtapose a weighty decision with its plain context.  Wide shot of a twin bed in a stark hospital room.  Steady cam of a Toyota leaving someone standing in the driveway.  Close up of a hand reaching out to touch a cheek.   Slow motion of sneakers sprinting down an empty street, black and glistening in the streetlight. Pan to boxes being packed.  Montage of memories ending in a still shot of the rememberer sitting alone in a living room arm chair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-7723471308869762135?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/7723471308869762135/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=7723471308869762135&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/7723471308869762135?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/7723471308869762135?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/rememberer.html" title="In the Hands of the Rememberer" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/StPaMJO23yI/AAAAAAAABYA/cRNxn0Rfo7g/s72-c/Picture+6.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABQHw6eip7ImA9WxNWEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-4978170326512533633</id><published>2009-10-09T07:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:15:51.212-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-10T15:15:51.212-05:00</app:edited><title>The Plume</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/Ss--NtVdCdI/AAAAAAAABXo/KpJPINtn0Nk/s1600-h/brinkmann_ausst_0307_04_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/Ss--NtVdCdI/AAAAAAAABXo/KpJPINtn0Nk/s320/brinkmann_ausst_0307_04_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390736421702928850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kunstagenten.de/Neue_Dateien/01_artist/brinkmann/brinkmann_work01.html"&gt;Thorsten Brinkmann&lt;/a&gt; - Rio (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He stood in his shoes, a white Hanes shirt, and boxers -- bent at the knees and with his face driven into his elbow.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You're not typing what I say are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;?"  I promised I wasn't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;More about  him: He is green.  And lanky.  And frail.  Small.  He loves to touch rusty spoons.  Or at least that's how he describes himself.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You know who Salad Fingers is?  Literally he has salad for fingers and loves spoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; "  I told him to take this more seriously.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He shifted his feet a couple times and stood up straight, arm still laid across his face.  I could tell he was trying to peek a little.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;OK, this song is a beautiful sacred object that no one was meant to touch.  The essence of natural.  Gift from the Gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"  I reassured gently so he'd continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It's so beautiful. But we just slam shit into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;" We sat in silence for a second and then I asked him to explain.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But I'd advocate for that.  I'd talk about how cool and powerful it would be.  To destroy something beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He opened opened his eyes.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to see the plume, damnit&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/brrer"&gt;Br'er&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/brer-painted-lady.mp3"&gt;Painted Lady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(mp3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://theprojectlodge.com/"&gt;Project Lodge on 10/11&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-4978170326512533633?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/4978170326512533633/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=4978170326512533633&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/4978170326512533633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/4978170326512533633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/plume.html" title="The Plume" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/Ss--NtVdCdI/AAAAAAAABXo/KpJPINtn0Nk/s72-c/brinkmann_ausst_0307_04_600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DRHsyfyp7ImA9WxNWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-3900520421154670869</id><published>2009-10-08T21:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:56:15.597-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-08T21:56:15.597-05:00</app:edited><title>LCROSS IMPACT 6:31:19AM CST</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/Ss6chao-NTI/AAAAAAAABW8/u1mct8372js/s1600-h/tranquilitatis_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/Ss6chao-NTI/AAAAAAAABW8/u1mct8372js/s320/tranquilitatis_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390417901909849394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ophop.com.ar/"&gt;Op Hop&lt;/a&gt; - Trip To The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the early morning tomorrow, 10/9/2009 at 6:31:19AM CST, the US will shoot a rocket at the moon.  That rocket will deliberately crash into Crater Cabeus proper near the moon's south pole and send a plume of debris several miles high.  A second probe will then fly through the cloud, collecting particle samples that will allow us to detect evidence of water under the lunar surface.  Thanks to the internet, you won't need a telescope to observe the impact (and the universe potentially imploding).  You can watch the mission streaming live right &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/nasatv/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/centers/ames/news/releases/2009/09-31AR_prt.htm"&gt;John Marmie&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/WaterOnTheMoon.mp3"&gt;Water on the Moon&lt;/a&gt; (mp3)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This song was written by the Deputy Project Manager of this LCROSS mission.  He's an amazing nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-3900520421154670869?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/3900520421154670869/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=3900520421154670869&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/3900520421154670869?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/3900520421154670869?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/lcross-impact-63119am-cst.html" title="LCROSS IMPACT 6:31:19AM CST" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/Ss6chao-NTI/AAAAAAAABW8/u1mct8372js/s72-c/tranquilitatis_03.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIHQ3g6fyp7ImA9WxNXGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-7825693945202627625</id><published>2009-10-07T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:35:32.617-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-07T23:35:32.617-05:00</app:edited><title>Light As Balloons</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SslYDbEKGLI/AAAAAAAABWc/ddghcPaBEWs/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388935244953557170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 253px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SslYDbEKGLI/AAAAAAAABWc/ddghcPaBEWs/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.jasonhackenwerth.com/"&gt;Jason Hackenwerth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All monsters are pop-able like Jason's life-sized balloon animals.  Close your eyes.  Tighter.  Take a deep breath.  Let the black in your eyes pool like oil.  Picture the slither between your mattresses, the dark in your closet, the insurmountable in your schedule, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the eerie looks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and all the not knowing you can find.  Grab it close.  Snarl.  Pop. And float away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/phantogram"&gt;Phantogram&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/TurnItOff.mp3"&gt;Turn It Off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (mp3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phantogram - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/MouthfulOfDiamonds.mp3"&gt;Mouthful of Diamonds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-7825693945202627625?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/7825693945202627625/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=7825693945202627625&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/7825693945202627625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/7825693945202627625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/light-as-balloons.html" title="Light As Balloons" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SslYDbEKGLI/AAAAAAAABWc/ddghcPaBEWs/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NRXYyfSp7ImA9WxNXGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-106357662774236332</id><published>2009-10-06T09:42:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:39:54.895-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T14:39:54.895-05:00</app:edited><title>JustSayin Presents... Mount Eerie &amp; No Kids (11/7)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SstgaB5pEII/AAAAAAAABW0/AwEXnrN9AqQ/s1600-h/mount_eerie_winds_poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SstgaB5pEII/AAAAAAAABW0/AwEXnrN9AqQ/s320/mount_eerie_winds_poem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389507379381997698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;www.JustSayinIsAll.com&lt;/span&gt; is excited to present an early evening of hushed intensity (with metal overtones) at the High Noon Saloon on Saturday, November 7th (5:30-8:30pm).   Blog favorite &lt;a href="http://www.pwelverumandsun.com/"&gt;Mount Eerie&lt;/a&gt; (previously The Microphones) will be returning to Madison with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.myspace.com/nokidsband"&gt;No Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.myspace.com/tjoistarajaneoneil"&gt;Tara Jane O'Neil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.   Those who participated (yes, sang along) with Phil Elverum at the Gates of Heaven Synagogue last fall witnessed pure magic [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;read about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://madison.decider.com/articles/mount-eerie-and-julie-doiron-at-gates-of-heaven,512/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2008/09/justsayin-presents-mount-eerie-julie.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;].  Come join us for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pitchfork (June 12, 2009): "When Mount Eerie tours this autumn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="misspell"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Elverum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; will bring a full band with him, including two drummers. A press release promises gongs and walls of amps. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is going to rule&lt;/span&gt;."  [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://pitchfork.com/news/35602-mount-eerie-preps-black-metal-album/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;RSVP &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=163318053712"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mount Eerie - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/WoolyMammoth%27sAbsence.mp3"&gt;Wooly Mammoth's Absence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-106357662774236332?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/106357662774236332/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=106357662774236332&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/106357662774236332?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/106357662774236332?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/justsayin-presents-mount-eerie-no-kids.html" title="JustSayin Presents... Mount Eerie &amp; No Kids (11/7)" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SstgaB5pEII/AAAAAAAABW0/AwEXnrN9AqQ/s72-c/mount_eerie_winds_poem.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcBRXo5eCp7ImA9WxNXF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-7758085006216267691</id><published>2009-10-04T21:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:07:34.420-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-04T22:07:34.420-05:00</app:edited><title>A Soil Creature</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SslZPzXS-vI/AAAAAAAABWk/m9qafpf5OH4/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SslZPzXS-vI/AAAAAAAABWk/m9qafpf5OH4/s320/2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388936557146340082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sentamemory.com/"&gt;Kim Winderman&lt;/a&gt; - Uchu Tanjyo [from "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Immediate Growing Anamnesis&lt;/span&gt;"] (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.myspace.com/grandsalvo"&gt;Grand Salvo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/Road.mp3"&gt;Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(mp3): I keep my heels rough and calloused for songs like this.  When I wake up from this dream, or if peak oil happens, or if I suddenly find myself without a job and with a gift of pure time... I need to be able to know how to walk down the street barefoot.  Financial advisors help you build a nest egg, but sandals help you remember to kick off your plans and climb a tree.  I practice this.  I keep it as a parallel life in the background always.  A knowledge of national parks that rivals PBS, only a month-to-month lease, an ability to sit quietly and listen for hours on end, a duffel bag big enough to fit inside.  Dirty puddles are for jumping into.  I keep my fingernails ragged to hold onto this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-7758085006216267691?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/7758085006216267691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=7758085006216267691&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/7758085006216267691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/7758085006216267691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/soil-creature.html" title="A Soil Creature" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SslZPzXS-vI/AAAAAAAABWk/m9qafpf5OH4/s72-c/2009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcERXw9eCp7ImA9WxNXFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-2169561490002340592</id><published>2009-10-02T17:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:16:44.260-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-03T00:16:44.260-05:00</app:edited><title>Won't Give More</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SsbbkD9wvSI/AAAAAAAABWM/nS85S4yHZUg/s1600-h/Marcel+Schlattmann_goldenCoins2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SsbbkD9wvSI/AAAAAAAABWM/nS85S4yHZUg/s320/Marcel+Schlattmann_goldenCoins2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388235416781503778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behance.net/Gegenton"&gt;Marcel Schlattmann&lt;/a&gt; - Golden Coins (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mirah - &lt;a href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/01%20Generosity.mp3"&gt;Generosity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (mp3): A song as a glass half empty.  Plastic and neglected and refilled with water to sober up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-2169561490002340592?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/2169561490002340592/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=2169561490002340592&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/2169561490002340592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/2169561490002340592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/10/wont-give-more.html" title="Won't Give More" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SsbbkD9wvSI/AAAAAAAABWM/nS85S4yHZUg/s72-c/Marcel+Schlattmann_goldenCoins2007.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4NSHc9eSp7ImA9WxNUEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-4230882167993191407</id><published>2009-09-27T21:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:29:59.961-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T17:29:59.961-06:00</app:edited><title>I Wanted You to Be Home By Now</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SsAnMJe_0lI/AAAAAAAABWE/cOlCNu28emI/s1600-h/ImgeOzbilge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SsAnMJe_0lI/AAAAAAAABWE/cOlCNu28emI/s320/ImgeOzbilge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386348243992957522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imge Ozbilge - &lt;a href="http://www.imge.net/klimt_remastered.html"&gt;Gustav Klimt Remastered&lt;/a&gt; (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend in college, we can call her Silas, was heavily inspired by Gustav Klimt's famous painting "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Gustav_Klimt_016.jpg"&gt;The Kiss&lt;/a&gt;".  Her white apartment walls were plastered with 3x5 postcards (instead of the original oil on canvas) that she had purchased in some museum lobby.  I remember one night in particular when I was cooking a curry and glanced over to see her curled up in a hand-crocheted afgan that may have been the exact texture Klimt was approximating with his golden mosaics.  She was pale like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Adele_Bloch-Bauer_I_Gustav_Klimt01.jpg"&gt;Adele Bloch-Bauer&lt;/a&gt; but with all her eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mew - &lt;del&gt;Silas the Magic Car&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (mp3)&lt;br /&gt;Link removed at the artist's request.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-4230882167993191407?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/4230882167993191407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=4230882167993191407&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/4230882167993191407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/4230882167993191407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanted-you-to-be-home-by-now.html" title="I Wanted You to Be Home By Now" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SsAnMJe_0lI/AAAAAAAABWE/cOlCNu28emI/s72-c/ImgeOzbilge.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YCRXs9fCp7ImA9WxNQGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-2675283380189929240</id><published>2009-09-24T07:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:59:24.564-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T13:59:24.564-05:00</app:edited><title>A Ghost of A Man</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SrwUZtbykoI/AAAAAAAABV8/Hlatr4h8bXM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SrwUZtbykoI/AAAAAAAABV8/Hlatr4h8bXM/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385201686353711746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://fourteensquarefeet.com/08/projects/ghost/"&gt;Nick can Woert&lt;/a&gt; - Ghost (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This song matches the asymmetrical haircut that you've always wanted, and plan to try as soon as you quit your job.  It's also similar to the conceptual tattoo you sketched on the back of your strategic planning document and thought about scheduling today (or tomorrow).  You're your own barrier.  Today is the perfect day to experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/micayomusic"&gt;Micachu &amp;amp; The Shapes&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="https://mywebspace.wisc.edu/kppfister/06%20-%20Golden%20Phone.mp3"&gt;Golden Phone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(mp3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[Playing the &lt;a href="http://www.union.wisc.edu/music/"&gt;terrace&lt;/a&gt; tonight at 9:45]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;bg3e7mjup8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-2675283380189929240?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/2675283380189929240/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=2675283380189929240&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/2675283380189929240?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/2675283380189929240?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/08/ghost-of-man.html" title="A Ghost of A Man" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SrwUZtbykoI/AAAAAAAABV8/Hlatr4h8bXM/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYNQHg4fSp7ImA9WxNQGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-368086666743431975</id><published>2009-09-20T11:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:59:51.635-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T08:59:51.635-05:00</app:edited><title>Le Chant Des Oiseaux</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SrZb0H6GFXI/AAAAAAAABV0/g5p1AiUmZyE/s1600-h/GregSand_FamilyReunion.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SrZb0H6GFXI/AAAAAAAABV0/g5p1AiUmZyE/s320/GregSand_FamilyReunion.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383591355602048370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artworknetwork.com/gregsand/?page_id=inventory"&gt;Greg Sand&lt;/a&gt; - Family Reunion (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Music is human birdsong.  It isn't mp3s or downloads or tracks or top ten hits.  It is people, their wails to the open sky about love, their eyes focused on the new morning, their fear of death.  My urge to you is to find an unpopular one.   A song with braces, one that's much too quiet or much too loud, one sitting alone in the lunchroom.  Spend some time with it, get to know it.  If there is one thing I know, it's that you'll have more in common than with the popular kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/wearethewillowsmusic"&gt;We Are the Willows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/wearethewillows_isabelssong.mp3"&gt;Isabel's Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-368086666743431975?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/368086666743431975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=368086666743431975&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/368086666743431975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/368086666743431975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/09/le-chant-des-oiseaux.html" title="Le Chant Des Oiseaux" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SrZb0H6GFXI/AAAAAAAABV0/g5p1AiUmZyE/s72-c/GregSand_FamilyReunion.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFRn47fCp7ImA9WxNQEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-8115185362655019787</id><published>2009-09-15T20:46:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:53:37.004-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-16T12:53:37.004-05:00</app:edited><title>JustSayin PRESENTS @ Forward Music Festival 2009</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SrEmE7SsneI/AAAAAAAABVs/o4kOm2lR7co/s1600-h/FMF_Poster2_9-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SrEmE7SsneI/AAAAAAAABVs/o4kOm2lR7co/s320/FMF_Poster2_9-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382124895761898978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JustSayinIsAll.com&lt;/span&gt; is presenting two showcases at the 2009 Forward Music Festival here in Madison this weekend.  If you haven't bought your pass yet, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://fmf09.com/"&gt;FMF09.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;! With an all-access pass you have to chose between 108 bands, so let me make it easier on you.  Preview my picks for the weekend with a quick listen and description below.  See you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;FRIDAY 9/18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overturecenter.com/"&gt;OVERTURE - Capitol Theater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Corner of N Henry &amp;amp; Dayton Streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post-Rock, Experimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8:00-8:45 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Valiente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/elvalienteband"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;: One of the best rock acts in Madison, their freely experimenting instrumentation stretches into the territory of Mogwai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00-9:45 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/flocksiii.mp3"&gt;Collections of Colonies of Bees&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/collectionsofcoloniesofbees"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;: Chris and Dan's flair for layered electronics is tempered by traditional folk tendencies which keep the sound accessible.  Lately they're known under the moniker Volcano Choir with fellow Wisconsin native Justin Vernon of Bon Iver.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00-11:15 &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/FMF09/01%20Stay%20Famous.mp3"&gt;Cougar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cougarsound"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;: Hardly comfortable under the "Madison rock band" descriptor, the new Cougar album sounds more like guitars tossed in a light vingarette abstraction with an occasional chunk of choir or crescendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30+ &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/FMF09/03%20River%20Card.mp3"&gt;Atlas Sound&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bradfordcox"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;: The solo side project of eccentric Deerhunter singer Bradford Cox juxtaposes extended isolation with sudden pops of buzzy garage rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;SATURDAY 9/19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theprojectlodge.com/"&gt;PROJECT LODGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 817 East Johnson Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Singer-songwriter, Quirky Indie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3:00-3:45 &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/FMF09/01%20Robot%20Ponies.mp3"&gt;Laura Barrett&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/laurabarrett"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2008/05/justsayin-summer-concert-series-laura.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleeping-with-one-eye-open.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; : JustSayin's favourite Canadian kalimba player returns to Madison with her lightning thumbs and quirky charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00-4:45 &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/FMF09/03%20So%20Much%20To%20Blame.mp3"&gt;Zach Vinson&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/zachvinson"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/03/business-of-evolution.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-to-blame.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;: Zach is an exciting young talent (originally from Sheboygan) whose catchy songwriting and dynamic vocals erupt into a spontaneous, yet mature musicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00-5:30 &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/FMF09/12%20If%20You%20Were%20a%20Murderer.mp3"&gt;The Chairs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thechairsband"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-praise-of-shadows.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;: An Appleton band with enough raw talent and clever indie covers to delight any Wisconsin hipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30-6:00 &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/FMF09/04%20A%20Thousand%20Men.mp3"&gt;Joe Pug&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thejoepug"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;: A young singer-songwriter from Chicago who strums poetic acoustics and soulful blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This FMF showcase will be the first opportunity to buy the new album by &lt;a href="http://www.jagjaguwar.com/artist.php?name=volcanochoir"&gt;Volcano Choir&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span class="style2"&gt;the collaboration between &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Collections of Colonies of Bees&lt;/strong&gt; and Justin Vernon of &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bon Iver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-8115185362655019787?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/8115185362655019787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=8115185362655019787&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/8115185362655019787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/8115185362655019787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/09/justsayin-presents-forward-music.html" title="JustSayin PRESENTS @ Forward Music Festival 2009" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SrEmE7SsneI/AAAAAAAABVs/o4kOm2lR7co/s72-c/FMF_Poster2_9-16.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIESHk7eSp7ImA9WxNRGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-7505770058739888226</id><published>2009-09-11T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:35:09.701-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-14T00:35:09.701-05:00</app:edited><title>Torpe, Traste y Testaruda</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SqrYvK7_TTI/AAAAAAAABVc/2wWTo8PB6iU/s1600-h/DerekBlagg_Melanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SqrYvK7_TTI/AAAAAAAABVc/2wWTo8PB6iU/s320/DerekBlagg_Melanie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380351009748897074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.derekblagg.com/"&gt;Derek Blagg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; - Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Shakira - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/She%20Wolf.mp3"&gt;She Wolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(mp3): A deep electronic voice pleads "S.O.S" over a crescendoing party bass.  Intro a loop of gangly indie guitar.  Then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shakira&lt;/span&gt;?  Yes, Shakira.  After the shock of the first listen, the second sent me into a flashback of 2002.  This was the year I first watched Shakira crouch awkwardly in clunky black platform boots to peform Ciego Sordomuda on Univision.  I remember immediately thinking her wacky courage reminded me of a spanish-speaking Alanis Morissette.  And now the exotic quality of her voice still continues to experiment without any regard for belonging.  Beyonce/Fergie meets Kraftwerk... why not?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-7505770058739888226?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/7505770058739888226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=7505770058739888226&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/7505770058739888226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/7505770058739888226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/09/torpe-traste-y-testaruda.html" title="Torpe, Traste y Testaruda" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SqrYvK7_TTI/AAAAAAAABVc/2wWTo8PB6iU/s72-c/DerekBlagg_Melanie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CQ3c-cCp7ImA9WxNRFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-5943202081539539269</id><published>2009-09-09T19:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:24:22.958-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T07:24:22.958-05:00</app:edited><title>I'm (Not) Sure</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SpSB-nCQCCI/AAAAAAAABU4/uwW5Z7vrB0s/s1600-h/Nina+Chakrabarti.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SpSB-nCQCCI/AAAAAAAABU4/uwW5Z7vrB0s/s320/Nina+Chakrabarti.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374063167990138914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ninachakrabarti.com/"&gt;Nina Chakrabarti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/thexx"&gt;The Xx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/HeartSkippedABeat.mp3"&gt;Heart Skipped A Beat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(mp3): Hello beautiful, I'm sure you've heard that before.  You make my heart skip a beat, I'm sure you've heard that before.   You hair smells like cheese, I'm sure you've heard that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/danblacksound"&gt;Dan Black&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/Alone.mp3"&gt;Alone&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(mp3): Leave me alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-5943202081539539269?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/5943202081539539269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=5943202081539539269&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/5943202081539539269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/5943202081539539269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/08/sure.html" title="I'm (Not) Sure" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SpSB-nCQCCI/AAAAAAAABU4/uwW5Z7vrB0s/s72-c/Nina+Chakrabarti.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEHQHc9eSp7ImA9WxNRFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-7487424555936349279</id><published>2009-09-06T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:37:11.961-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-10T21:37:11.961-05:00</app:edited><title>No One Would Know That We've Gone</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SqM4GVLvEwI/AAAAAAAABVU/Te3QASJ_-N0/s1600-h/Chris+Hornbecker_theInsideLight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SqM4GVLvEwI/AAAAAAAABVU/Te3QASJ_-N0/s320/Chris+Hornbecker_theInsideLight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378204061427241730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://hornbeckerphoto.com/"&gt;Chris Hornbecker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;from "&lt;a href="http://cincodesign.com/CO/TheInsideLight.html"&gt;The Inside Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Grab a blender.  Add:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 cups cut grass, 2 teaspoons neon food coloring, five thawed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freezie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; pops, 3 grilled brats (chopped), 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tablespoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; glitter, a lime (squeezed) with pulp, 6 vodka shots, one flip flop (preferably just the flip), 1 teaspoon sea salt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend for three minutes, pulsing every 30 seconds.  Pour the liquid evenly into an ice cube tray.  Cover the tray with tin foil.  Stick one toothpick through the foil and into each cube (this will be the &lt;/span&gt;Popsicle&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; stick).  Freeze for at least four hours. Remove tray from the freezer (run under hot water briefly to loosen pops if needed).  Play "Memory Tapes" at full volume.  Find a breezy porch, a soft lawn, a crowded beach, or a reckless night bike ride.  Enjoy.  [Serving Size: One]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/memorytapes"&gt;Memory Tapes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/Bicycle.mp3"&gt;Bicycle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(mp3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-7487424555936349279?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/7487424555936349279/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=7487424555936349279&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/7487424555936349279?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/7487424555936349279?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-one-would-know-that-weve-gone.html" title="No One Would Know That We've Gone" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SqM4GVLvEwI/AAAAAAAABVU/Te3QASJ_-N0/s72-c/Chris+Hornbecker_theInsideLight.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDRXw9fip7ImA9WxNREk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20087195.post-1841688358094223331</id><published>2009-09-05T17:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:56:14.266-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T22:56:14.266-05:00</app:edited><title>Heavens to Betsy</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SqLn6W8qB4I/AAAAAAAABVM/Ydm9-cWeqMg/s1600-h/Christoffer+Relander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SqLn6W8qB4I/AAAAAAAABVM/Ydm9-cWeqMg/s320/Christoffer+Relander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378115894812215170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behance.net/fetmano"&gt;Christoffer Relander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from the series "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.behance.net/Gallery/Photo-project/272070"&gt;Photo Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Roll up your tattered picnic blanket and lay it on the wooden lawn of the Project Lodge tonight for &lt;a href="http://www.vandaveer.net/"&gt;Vandaveer&lt;/a&gt;  (Saturday, September 5th @ 7:30).  Close your eyes and it could be Richard and Linda Thompson.  Madison's plaid and bearded &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/iamriotriot"&gt;riotriot&lt;/a&gt; opens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Vandaveer - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://justsayinisall.com/music/BeverlyCleary%27s115thDream.mp3"&gt;Beverly Cleary's 115th Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; (mp3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;: Though my favourite female in this equation is Rose Guerin, whose dynamic harmonies carve out the depth of Vandaveer's sound, a love song to a grown Ramona Quimby of Beverly Cleary fame is certainly intriguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20087195-1841688358094223331?l=kylepfister.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/feeds/1841688358094223331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20087195&amp;postID=1841688358094223331&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/1841688358094223331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20087195/posts/default/1841688358094223331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kylepfister.blogspot.com/2009/09/heavens-to-betsy.html" title="Heavens to Betsy" /><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16608792343372822159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13307619002075803352" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YZYk5e_zBFw/SqLn6W8qB4I/AAAAAAAABVM/Ydm9-cWeqMg/s72-c/Christoffer+Relander.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
