#YLT

[c0wboyjunkie]

promotional stickers for yo la tengo’s painful, released in 1993

#LAST SCAN FOR THE NIGHT I PROMISE #i just remembered i had it while i was doin gthe other ones #anyways super cool to have found this very happy #the bandaids come off as stickers but so do the insides as independent stickers #yo la tengo #painful #my scans #ylt

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Forgiveness

‘For, if ye may forgive men their trespasses He also will forgive you — your Father who [is] in the heavens; but if ye may not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses. — Matthew 6:14-15 | Young's Literal Translation (YLT) Young’s Literal Translation of the Holy Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Matthew 5:7; Matthew 7:2; Matthew 18:35; Mark 11:25; Luke 6:37; Ephesians 4:32; Colossians 3:13

#forgiveness #trespasses #God the Father #unforgiveness #Matthew 6:14-15 #Gospel of Matthew #New Testament #YLT #Young’s Literal Translation of the Holy Bible

[thecluelessdoctor]

3 am doodles from the well

Idk. What to say for myself.

Weed jokes are funny to me I'm sorry

Also yes YLW lmak.

The screw. Bolt? Looking one I've named Scott because. Idk. And the gremlin bitch with the mask(not bag) is Groble

#YLT #OC YIT #YIT OC #YIT's little world #video games #game concept art #drawing #artists on tumblr #digital art #my art #october #original character #ocs #my ocs #oc art #oc #personal oc #orginal writing #orginal story #orginal art #orginal character #character #character concept #concept art #funny shit #haha #jokes #funny #humor #lol memes

[artistsoftheunknown]

meandmy

swallowed my pride for a ride to greener pastures. dusty feet murderin’ me after walkin’ for miles in the shoes of anyone who doubted the sky or our casual disdain for dollar motivations, sycophants, and oppression deemed intrinsic in this concrete nature we call house/home/ shotgun tenement; impervious to the trauma of decades, forever receding & crashing upon us simultaneously. 

#poetry #concrete poetics #k #twcpoetry #micropoetry #writerscreed #spilled ink #two years #sinatra drive #breakdown #ylt

[serpentizlord]

#ylt #yo la tengo #me #ira kaplan

[iheardyoulooking]

#music memes #roadhouse #ylt #yo la tengo

[gaytobymeres]

Arthur Conan Doyle was in a street gang as a child, apparently. I wonder if that's where he drew inspiration for the irregulars...

#arthur conan doyle #sherlock holmes #ylt but it's the 1860s #by ylt i mean young leith team

[martystlouis]

📷 Cheryl Dunn

#georgia hubley #ira kaplan #james mcnew #yo la tengo #indie rock #90s #90s indie rock #come on baby new ylt pic just dropped

[cannolimurder]

i’ve had daily panic attacks for the last few days but im normal

again i promise

#almost had a breakdown at the ylt show but i pulled it together

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Yo La Tengo - Radio 3, Barcelona, Spain, April 1995

Can it be that I'm finally seeing Yo La Tengo again this weekend? Twice?!!! It's been way too long since the band made it out to my part of the world — and even these shows were delayed from last year due to Georgia Hubley's knee surgery. But if the various tapes of YLT's 2023 Hanukkah run tell me anything, Georgia is as powerful (if not more powerful) than ever. Big Days Coming!

“If anyone’s tempted to go to both nights, I guarantee they will be extremely different from a song-choice perspective,” Ira Kaplan told the Boulder Weekly this week. “Except for perhaps a couple songs from This Stupid World, we likely won’t repeat any of the old songs. We’re going to treat Boulder and Fort Collins like one long night at two locations.”

Hell yeah. It's been awhile since I did two nights in a row with Yo La Tengo ... I did it in NYC in 1997 ... and I did it in Santa Monica in 1995. (Holy christ, I am old.) As a little prep, let's listen to two songs from Spanish radio back in '95 — just Georgia and Ira and an acoustic guitar here, sounding perfect, as they play stripped-down versions of the Electr-O-Pura faves "The Ballad of Red Buckets" and "Blue Line Swinger." Here it comes again ...

#yo la tengo

[nicosraf]

Hello. I adored your book. I was wondering if you could share a bit about your research/inspiration for Uriel/Kimah? I don't know much about Judeo-Christian theology and history. I was curious if this came from the Bible or some sort of folklore or if it was your own interpretation?

Aaa, thank you so much! I'm happy you enjoyed!

Regarding Uri-Kimah: it was all revealed to me in a dream.

(That's the short answer. The long answer, with spoilers, is that it's an interpretation:)

The Bible refers to angels as stars a couple times — Job 38:7 and Revelation 12:4, for example. Revelation 12:4 is especially relevant (Job too, but I'll get to that later); it reads that Satan took down 1/3rd of the stars with him, which most assume to mean angels that became demons due to his influence. So, angels are stars, angels are also weird abominations occasionally, and angels are human-ish sometimes too — I tried to spin these 3 things together and came to the decision that only some angels were physically stars, but which?

I was also thinking scientifically. I wanted to incorporate some aspect of real stars (like the silly lil inclusion of dinosaurs) and I thought a lot about the thousands of years of a dark universe. I wrote all this down, thought about it, then considered, "Maybe the first angels were stars."

Uriel. So Uriel is a bit fascinating to me. I looked through a lot of angel art while planning, and I noticed people tended to depict the archangels with almost consistent personalities. Uriel, to me, usually looked upset, or unhappy. (In comparison to Gabriel, especially, who looks very serene and kind and happy, most of the time.) He also was typically depicted with fire, stars, or the sun (including in Paradise Lost). I was especially struck by this stained glass of him:

I then thought maybe Uriel was one of the first angels or that he knew them.

In my outline, I vaguely wrote that there would be a confrontation between God and Uriel in Chapter 28 about Lucifer, then the first angels, who became stars. I wasn't sure what I was going to write really but, as I drafted, the story of the angels as stars started becoming clearer to me (ex. Michael telling Lucifer, on Earth, the parable about the stars). I started getting flashes of scenes and lines in my head (I remember suddenly imagining Uriel creating fire, and making the connection to his name "Uri" (light) and "-el" (of God). And then I thought that maybe there was no God for a while, and he was just Uri.)

I also started to understand Uriel as a jealous character, (everyone is jealous in this book) but where was his jealousy coming from? I thought maybe he had been in love once too.

A night or two before I wrote Chapter 28 (which I was stressing about), I dreamt about the story of "Uri" and this other angel, along with the other first angels who God turned into stars. After freaking out for an hour, I opened the (YLT) Bible I had, went to the book of Job, where angels were referred to as stars (Job 38:7), and then I stumbled onto Job 38:31: "Dost thou bind sweet influences of Kimah?" Kimah was apparently referencing a constellation.

I liked it, and Uri-Kimah sounded right.

#exposing myself as DERANGED #but this is it sksksk #fun fact: i wrote it all in one (long) sitting and then sent it to a friend without any context and asked if it made sense #the answer is no #uriel #my self insert actually #angels before man #ask #mine

[c0wboyjunkie]

yo la tengo shirt my dad made from an iron on print, 90s?

#remember when i said i was gonna scan my shirts and then forgot. well #yo la tengo #my scans #my dad and i refer to this shirt lovingly as the heat trap #due to the fact it is a shitty quality print all of the heat just gets stuck under the print. its such an experience #ylt

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Renewed Strength

Even youths are wearied and fatigued, And young men utterly stumble, But those expecting Jehovah pass [to] power, They raise up the pinion as eagles, They run and are not fatigued, They go on and do not faint! — Isaiah 40:30-31 | Young's Literal Translation of the Holy Bible (YLT) Young’s Literal Translation of the Holy Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Isaiah 9:17; Jeremiah 6:11; Jeremiah 9:21; Jeremiah 48:15; Luke 18:1; 2 Corinthians 4:1; 2 Corinthians 4:8; 2 Corinthians 4:16; Galatians 6:9; Hebrews 12:3; Revelation 12:14

#youth #weary #stumble #trust #Lord #God's people #renewed strength #stamina #endurance #YLT #Young's Literal Translation of the Holy Bible

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #20:

Dump's International Airport

My famous brother's always been a big deal.

I remember his first peewee soccer game. Both teams just ran after him in a pack while he scored goal after goal. "Dear Lord Baby Jesus," I asked, "why is my little brother already a bigger deal than me?"

Nothing's happened ever since to disabuse me of my inherent secondary status. Just check him out today. He's in a killer band and I can't sing Happy Birthday on key; he blogs about Pharaoh Sanders and Sonic Youth for the mad rushing crowd while I blog about him for you twelve people; he's interviewed 2/3 of Crazy Horse, Richard Thompson and Robyn Hitchcock (twice!) and my cat won't even listen to me; he has a glorious head of hipster hair on top of his six foot frame; my bald spot swells and shines far beneath his stately chin.

Even so, there are a few things we have in common, and at the top of that list is the firm conviction that James McNew is a very big deal. A good drinking game would be chugging every time my brother and I mention his name while together. You'd get plastered.

Odds are we'll ruminate on McNew's status as the best musician in Yo La Tengo (even though we revere Ira Kaplan and Georgia Hubley), next we'll wish he'd make a new solo record, then I'd insist we talk about our close encounters with James (my brother occasionally shares a byline with McNew on Aquarium Drunkard or elsewhere, usually when they're both talking about the Dead, and when he interviews McNew they sound like old friends; I like to wave and shout James's name from the pit, hoping he'll remember the time I helped him move his amps after sneaking into YLT's soundcheck in '95 at the Alligator Lounge; James always politely nods then resumes his job of shredding everyone's soul to pieces with his furious musical chops; humble guy, James).

For the uninitiated: McNew emerged from a parking lot ticket hut in the early 90's and began recording solo music sporadically under the name Dump; he put out three classic full records in the 90's, and since then has issued a collection of Prince covers and a few other sporadic releases, the most recent of which was only released on tape in Spain. That's right, I'm writing about a guy who issues his music only to Spaniards who still have tape decks; I guess we'd better add "obtusely" in front of "humble" when describing McNew.

Meanwhile, he's spent the past 30+ years as the cornerstone of the world's greatest, still-operational, rock band, Yo La Tengo.

If you need any proof that they are the gnarliest group of rock nerds this side of Sterling, Mo, Lou and what's his name, or doubt that James is their pillar of obtusely humble virtuosity, check this out (and please note I was standing next to the dude with the camcorder when this insanity went down; I'm still reeling from the experience, and I still have the setlist):

Please note, I think my expert moving of McNew's amps earlier that same day was a prime contributor to this all out sonic assault on everything Stephen Stills stands for on the band's part. Ira Kaplan appears to be wrestling a giant man-eating octopus while Georgia and James slay the beat.

On his own McNew can be fragile and tender, sounding like a shivering adolescent rather then a human behemoth (when seen from pit and James looks like he's 6'6 / 325; some of this is because Ira, and especially Geogia, are fairly miniature humans, but most of his heft comes from his God-like approach to every instrument you can imagine; he also happens to be a big dude).

Listen to him warble on Into Fall from '94; yes his guitar has a touch of wobbling hippo, but everything here is precious, and McNew shows us he's a later-day Brian Wilson. All that's missing is Wilson's budget, torment and sister-in-law lust:

But McNew can also produce music that's straight up violent, write rock anthems and lay down shambolic funk. In other words, he's a one man Yo La Tengo, masterful in every possible mood.

International Airport, a vinyl-only EP from 95, puts every one of these qualities concisely forward. We open with Words, a droning prayer that sounds like Lou Reed slipped out of a dull stint in rehab so as to sit in on the demo sessions for The Cure's Faith. A song like this should not be interesting. But it's awesome, and when the guitar shoulders in late we tremble and get excited about what lies ahead.

Side two features everything from an a cappella Kinks song sung out the window that comes complete with polite city applause, to a brutal, call the cops on your psychotic neighbor, track Laurdine.

But it's the 12 minute title track, which fills most of the A Side, that raises International Airport, which I bought upon it's release for probably $6, up to Dollar Bin hall of fame status. All hail this sprawling ode.

McNew opens the track with a Casio riff, taking his time. Bass and drums rise only gradually until, around the two minute mark, we suddenly realize we are taking off, the international terminal long gone as a second riff expands and swerves about the first, like joint eagles protecting their nest. It's lovely flying, and we have to remind ourselves that McNew is responsible for everything here. Had McNew taken this song to YLT, I don't know what more his band mate Hubley could have done on the drum track, and I have a hard time remembering that it's McNew, not Kaplan, who's wrestling the octopus this time around. Seven minutes into it we expect things to fade out majestically but McNew instead steers his increasingly interstellar song through a cosmic, psychedelic carwash, the keyboards, then guitars, sounding like angry droids with laser cannons.

Wow.

When McNew's vocals enter at the 11th hour/minute to serenade us and wave good-bye we wish he'd take us with him wherever he's going. But sadly, we're not invited. Rather, James is probably hanging out with my famous brother as we speak: two humble and deeply masterful dudes.

#Youtube #james mcnew #stephen stills still sucks #gloom and doom from the tomb #yo la tengo #aquarium drunkard #prairiewolf

[annoyangle]

Have you ever lost your bowtie and hat or are they literally attached to you?

MY HAT AND MY BOWTIE ARE PART OF MY ANATOMY! THE HAT IS MY ANTENNA FOR BROADCASTING AND RECEIVING MYSTICAL SIGNALS AND 5G TEXT MESSAGES, AND SOMETIMES I LET THE BOW TIE ANSWER MY CALLS - BUT THEY'RE ALSO LIKE THE CELL JUNIORS TO MY PERFECT CELL! OR BARNACLES ON A WHALE! YOU BETTER HOPE YOU NEVER RUN INTO THEM WHEN THEY MAKE THEIR OCCASIONAL ESCAPE ATTEMPTS STROLL AROUND TOWN WITHOUT ME! THE BOW TIE ESPECIALLY. HO HO BOY DO YOU NOT WANT TO ENCOUNTER MY BOW TIE WHEN I'M NOT ATTACHED TO IT! YLT QFB? JLOB IFHB YLT AFB! THEY SURE AREN'T DAMNED SOULS THAT I FORCED INTO ETERNAL SERVITUDE EITHER! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT IDEA? THERE'S NO TRUTH TO THAT RUMOR AT ALL!

DURING THAT LITTLE """"'ADVENTURE"""" IN REEDSPORT I DID IN FACT LOSE CONTROL OF MY HAT FOR A LITTLE WHILE AND MY CORPSE/TRANSMITTER GOT A BIT SCRAMBLED UNTIL IT WAS KENNELED AND REUNITED WITH ME AT CONFUSION HILL! THE MISADVENTURES THAT THING GOT UP TO COULD AT LEAST FILL AN ENTERTAINING PAGE OR TWO OF MY SCRIPTURES! A LOT OF SMALL ANIMALS WENT MISSING IN THE AREA! BUT IT KNOWS ITS PROPER PLACE NOW, THAT'S FOR SURE.

#ask bill cipher #inbox reply

[onetwofeb]

... coming at the end of 1997, when YLT were winning hearts worldwide with I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One. James McNew is on winter break, so it’s the Georgia & Ira show, which means we get to hear some fairly unique arrangements: an acoustic “Sugarcube,” a drum-machine-led “Little Honda” and a sweet acoustic re-imagining of the seasonal fave “Autumn Sweater.” There’s also a lovely cover of Dave Davies’ Kinks deep cut “This Man He Weeps Tonight,” which is true perfection...