via//chicago

np: "laid" - james
love this fucking song. the Best of James was one of the albums i picked up for a buck at a garage sale last weekend. it was well worth it for just this song. i never get tired of it. i had a version on a mixtape from years ago, but it was the "she only (sings) when she's on top" radio edit though. the song just doesn't work like that.
i've also been listening to a lot of Papa M stuff lately. i first heard some solo Pajo stuff on a bootleg of an open mic night with Billy Corgan, Sweeney, and Pajo did here in Chicago awhile back. it led me into checking more of the M stuff, which took a bit to grow on me, but now i'm really liking it - especially Whatever, Mortal. there's just something warm and inviting about the album, like Pajo just invited you in to sit on the couch and sip a beer while you listen to him play. this comes across quite well on "Krusty", when you can hear the TV in the background tuned to the Simpsons and even get a chuckle from Pajo himself at the show near the end of the track. good stuff. and some of the lyrics that come out of nowhere, such as "i could feel something growing between us / that stopped you from going down on my penis", from a lesser talent it would come across as childish and stupid. but Pajo turns it into an honest reflection on the relationship. or maybe i'm just reading way too much into it because i'm enjoying the shit out of the album.
and in other news, i am now the latest member of the ever-growing Friendster community. seems like a pretty interesting way to get to know people you might not otherwise associate with. we'll see how it works out.