so lately whenever i've done a vanity search for slothbear this pod fodder 58 business comes up fairly often, and the youtube clip above makes it pretty obvious that don't taunt a tiger has been mislabeled as such by quite a few people. from what i gather, it originates from burning world, a pretty sick blog who have been very kind to slothbear over the year(s). we made it on to the 58th installment of their "pod fodder" playlist series, and as a result, people have been mistaking it for the title of the song, and further compounding this labeling problem in writing it "sloth bear" as two words. ultimately i think it's pretty awesome and lucky to see the song be enjoyed by lots of people, and don't care what people call it so long as they hear it.
however, i'd also love it if these people heard our other songs, and wonder if the chances of this are hurt by the mislabeling. for that reason alone, and with the admitted realization that this blog post will likely not reach many of the people jammin to "pod fodder 58" by sloth bear, i'd like to go on spotblog record in saying that the song is called "don't taunt a tiger," that it was released with an equally ear-worthy song called "killed by cars," and that both these tracks will be on our record called Qids, which will eventually come out one of these days...
so none of us (except presumably doug) had any idea of this compilations existence, but vanity imprint put out "A Christmas Special III" this past xmas eve, and our song "white christmas" was featured. you can hear our song up on the myspace, a slightly tweaked version of which will appear on our record Qids. you can also download the entire 18 track compilation over at vanity imprint's website; our personal favorite is "santa claus took my baby away"
I haven't written on the ol' blog in a while, so I am going to spit some real-talk psychedelic boredom bullshit aka regular bullshit.
"Let's talk about firewood."
But really let's talk about some hip new music of late, some jams I've been digging. First of all there is the slew of Slothbear side projects. The first release has been made by Ian's new band Fuck Explorer, whose myspace url I assume to be /fuckexplorer, but am too unmotivated to check out. When I said Ian was in the band I was joking, Fuck Explorer is the next evolution in the duel lefty-guitar partnership of true Slothpal Henry "I'm Irish-Catholic, Steph, I Swear! Do I Look Jewish To You? Good, Cuz I'm Not!" Schiller and Craig "The Rock Johnson" Heed. What started out as a glam band Sexual Exploration become an avant garde band Sexual Explorer, which I decided I would rename Fuck Explorer (cock rock tropicalia a la Sbear), in a truly visionary malapropism. Since Craig is unable to see spatially I joined the band so that their live show (not OUR live show, personally I don't consider myself a member of Fuck Explorer; I am too busy reading comic books in a public restroom wearing a Chewbacca mask to partake in such trivial activities) could be elevated about two goofballs playing acoustic covers of "Wonderwall" (the catch being that Craig played it with his capo on the third fret and Henry played it with his capo clipped to his left nipple). I bought the boys amplifiers with my associate Shawn Boiii (total slut) and taught them what feedback was. Craig had never heard of it despite employing it extensively on many Slothbear hits. When I told him "just do it like D-jam" he looked up at me bewildered. I was in the bathroom at SUNY Stony Brook's UCAF, a place Slothbear plays when we need to get our dees double you, reading an issue of VENOM written by Kevin Smith through the small slits in my Wookie mask, when I leapt from the urinal and took the stage, wearing nothing but jeans and sneakers. A man cannot read comics in Star Wars attire wearing a shirt especially not in a public bathroom. Long story short, they wowed people, particularly that attractive bartender who I don't think was working that night. You know. Kenny. My shoulder hair was incandescent in the lime light. Their EP was recorded last week from two cities. Henry and Craig recorded the sounds in Valley Stream and I sat shirtless in Roslyn Heights. I haven't listened to it and I never will.