Saturday, September 12, 2009

Fan Mail

Lately Bears and Music has been getting a ridiculous amount of fan mail from practical people who do not want to get mauled by bears, music lovers, people fond of quality reviews, and elderly women. One email we received has stood out however. It went as followed:

"From:
Gmail Team

To:
bearsandmusic

Date:
Sep 2

Subj:
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Wow. Just wow. Can you believe it? Even Gmail is a fan of bearsandmusic! My heart was so touched I wrote a haiku about it.

Bear attacks it hates
Gmail writes us short and sweet
Gave us spice and praise

This email gets a googleplex out of 10!

bearsandmusic@gmail.com
your email might be featured next.

Friday, September 4, 2009

In the Aeroplane over the Sea

Seventh grade history class is a distinct memory in my mind. It was the year we learned about all sorts of things that happened all over the world. At this point in my life, I cannot recall all of our specific lessons, but I do however remember learning about the Holocaust. We had to read the Diary of Anne Frank by Anne Frank (no relation) and we spent the majority of the year discussing her and her pet bear that she kept in the bread box to keep her company. My teacher was a real cool guy. He was also a pedophile. I earned an A+ in that class though...

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel is basically the chapter in a textbook about the Holocaust set to music. With this you never have to study! Perfect for when you get caught in mass genocide or when your teacher touches on more points than the lesson plan calls for.
I give it a 1945/10!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Joe


A young boy. Age 5. Young, naive, innocent. Beautiful boy. Age 5. Dreams of being a chef. Cooking in his Easy Bake Oven constantly. For Christmas one year he opened a shiny gold box containing the newest Easy Bake Oven cake mix. It was the boy's second happiest day of his life. He ran to his small toy oven and mixed up the cake, putting it in the oven letting the lightbulb cook it. He sat directly in front of the oven staring straight into it because little did he know that years later this would be deemed as an act directly linked to cancer and radiation poisoning.

He knew that the cake was supposed to be small and plain like he had seen on the box, but this was no ordinary boy. This boy could dream. He stared at the cake in the tiny oven, but he did not see the cake, he saw a huge growing magnificent cake. Colorful frosting. Sprinkles. Candy flowers. Edible ribbon. Every decoration you can imagine. The cake kept growing and growing and growing. The boy was fascinated with his own imagination, but it wasn't his imagination. The cake had become real. It grew so large that the Easy Bake Oven exploded.

The boy was no longer in a happy day dream state. He was angry. He loved that easy bake oven and the cake destroyed it. He started kicking and grabbing at the cake in an act of revenge. It did not work. The cake kept growing and growing and growing. It swallowed up the boy. It swallowed up his neighborhood. It swallowed up the world. Then it spit the boy out. But the boy wasn't a boy. He was a dog...



"If I could be anyone I think I woudl want to be the mad hatter

or if I could have tea with anyone, it would be with him.

sometimes I think I am the mad hatter

then I realize I am a dog" - joe

Joe has one head and likes Chemistry. He hates instant mashed potatoes.
He is an up and coming figure in the music industry, with plans to write songs and sell them to people because he cannot sing. Well actually he can sing very well, but only people who can't sing do well in the music industry. Joe is too indie to be a good singer.

We have arranged an interview with this cool guy.

Are you ready for this interview?

"no but I have faith in you"

What is one memory you miss most in life?

"I miss my emo hair. it's short now."

What has influenced you to pursue a music career?

"I ran around naked."

How did this influence you?

"that was so fun and worth it"

What motivated you to run around naked?

"I am quite attractive. can we discuss that?"

No, we still have more questions to ask you. What-

"did you finish your review yett?"

No, we need this interview for the review.

"boo"

Joe, I told you so many times that this is part of the interview.

"no you didnt"

Yes I did

*takes off clothes*

This is a family blog.


Overall, Joe gets a 10/10 for his plants, mashed potatoes, emo hair, friend with a fear of bears, and his future music career.

Pearls in the Motel Pool


Close your eyes and let the vast region of your imagination take you to the back seat of your family's mini van. Driving driving driving up and down up and down road after road. Crammed in the back seat with your brother and coolers and fold up chairs and the most magical element of the trip, the tent. You're going camping. The last big adventure of summer. Your parents pretend their problems aren't there for the weekend and your brother replaces his gameboy with a fishing pole. You stare out the window at the passing trees and grass and leaves and hitchhikers when you feel something. You got it. For the first time. You just want to call all of your friends and talk about brands of, you know, so you don't feel left out anymore. You tell your Dad. He pulls over at the nearest rest stop and hands you a wad of paper towels. There is no way that you will settle for anything less than Tampax though. So you just leave it be.

You get to the campsite a little before dark. Your father lights dead sticks with a match. Now they dance and spark and blaze in the dying light. You roast marshmallows. You were innocent. You crawl into your sleeping bag. You lay there. Just lay. Thinking. There's something in your ovaries and it's beautiful. There's something going on. You're a woman now.

GRRRR GRRRRR GRRRR. GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE. ROAR. ROAR. ROOOOOARRRRR. You hear a noise. You're scared. You hear footsteps. Loud footsteps. Too loud to be your father's. You helplessly watch and a huge hairy monster rips open the tent with its massive claws. A bear. How could this be? You put all of the food in a bear resistant container and hung it in a tree. You went through all the bear safety precautions. ROAR. You forgot one thing. One beautiful deadly thing...


This is the experience you get when you listen to Pearls in the Motel Pool by Akryllic Love. You reach some sort of enlightenment. It changes your life. I think the best description of it is from Joe though,


"i was just listening to it

for the first time

it's good" - joe