Thank Christ its Friday.
Ok, so the weather outside is looking frightful, but dammit, it's Friday which means that I don't have to ride the cubicle tomorrow. I'm getting a little sick of my desk job, but at this point I have to remind myself that I work with good people which is what really counts. Oh, and I can pay rent. Paying rent is key.
So last night was a bit of a shitfest. It all started with Kyle and I continuing our Tim Taylor like renovations to our new apartment. A bit of advice to those of you looking to clean your carpets: Do not rent a Carpet Doctor from Key Foods. They smell bad and don't do a damn thing to your rugs. By the time we finished, Daylen (aka Double D aka Neighbor) had showed up to hang out prior to heading to the Mike Doughty show at Bowery. Mr. Beach popped his head in momentarily to check the new digs. Eventually Noah, Sean Bones and Sarah cruised through to have a Bud Lite before heading to 7B.
We couldn't seem to find a seat in 7B and after a round of musical chairs Noah labeled me Goldilocks because I couldn't find a seat that was just right. This was due to the fact that all the damn benches, that are against the wall, are heaters and you couldn't sit without getting some serious SWASS buildup. Anyway, Paul showed up and he was in top notch form. We fell into the same old routine of punching each other in the balls and bashing each other verbally. A lot of kids came out, and it was really a top notch Thursday affair. I couldn't make the night last past 2am, but everyone there seemed to be intent on rocking till the early morn. Good Times.
Check out this hilarious Open Letter Link sent to me from The Whit (aka x-boyfriend) in Washington D.C.
Also, check out this book review by the lovely Ms. McDonald. This girl has the touch of a seasoned wordsmith.
And thanks to Mr. McCormick for Paris Hilton's phone number (310.990.7444). Noah has been calling it for weeks trying to set up a make out session. She has since changed the number, but her message is still there.
Read this news or Die...
Holy Shit! Here is a link to the see the Darkness' video for their new Christmas track titled Christmas Time (Don't Let the Bells End). Enjoy. It's amazing. These guys are stunning. Rocking in the snow... genius. And those pants, I gotta get me some of those pants.
Yesterday Howard Stern was going off on Don Imus with great vengeance and furious anger. I'm sure Dan was listening as well. Today the Post gives us the low down.
This was inevitable. You wonder if a guy like John Peel even gives a hoot about this honor. He is a staple of the rock industry and Peel has taken Radio1 along for the ride.
This link is for Sean Bones. He was waxing about Mr. Albarn last night in my kitchen.
My Christmas List is starting to grow. Thank God Jesus was born.
You know what? I should have just linked to all of Pitchfork's news today. The Dirtbombs and Adult are doing a spilt. They are covering one another's songs. This should be interesting. Long live Detroit.
Has anyone seen Elvis in recent years? I'd like to head to the Beacon, but I'm sure the ticket price will be ridiculous. Does he still play the hits?
Smith fans, you know who you are, its time to get excited again.
I think Keith Richards might be a robot. Ok, Ok, a robot or the second coming of the Messiah.
The Independent gets cozy with the Ravonettes and provides us with info we already knew.
When will this migration into the world of politics end? My fondest memory of Krist Novoselic is from that 120 Minutes (I think) live performance where he threw his bass into the air and decided to catch it with his face.
I can all but promise you that these guys won't be anywhere near our Best of 2003 list.
Sorry for all the Christ references.
Getting geared for this weekend with: TV on the Radio, Young Liars EP
Ok, so the weather outside is looking frightful, but dammit, it's Friday which means that I don't have to ride the cubicle tomorrow. I'm getting a little sick of my desk job, but at this point I have to remind myself that I work with good people which is what really counts. Oh, and I can pay rent. Paying rent is key.
So last night was a bit of a shitfest. It all started with Kyle and I continuing our Tim Taylor like renovations to our new apartment. A bit of advice to those of you looking to clean your carpets: Do not rent a Carpet Doctor from Key Foods. They smell bad and don't do a damn thing to your rugs. By the time we finished, Daylen (aka Double D aka Neighbor) had showed up to hang out prior to heading to the Mike Doughty show at Bowery. Mr. Beach popped his head in momentarily to check the new digs. Eventually Noah, Sean Bones and Sarah cruised through to have a Bud Lite before heading to 7B.
We couldn't seem to find a seat in 7B and after a round of musical chairs Noah labeled me Goldilocks because I couldn't find a seat that was just right. This was due to the fact that all the damn benches, that are against the wall, are heaters and you couldn't sit without getting some serious SWASS buildup. Anyway, Paul showed up and he was in top notch form. We fell into the same old routine of punching each other in the balls and bashing each other verbally. A lot of kids came out, and it was really a top notch Thursday affair. I couldn't make the night last past 2am, but everyone there seemed to be intent on rocking till the early morn. Good Times.
Check out this hilarious Open Letter Link sent to me from The Whit (aka x-boyfriend) in Washington D.C.
Also, check out this book review by the lovely Ms. McDonald. This girl has the touch of a seasoned wordsmith.
And thanks to Mr. McCormick for Paris Hilton's phone number (310.990.7444). Noah has been calling it for weeks trying to set up a make out session. She has since changed the number, but her message is still there.
Read this news or Die...
Holy Shit! Here is a link to the see the Darkness' video for their new Christmas track titled Christmas Time (Don't Let the Bells End). Enjoy. It's amazing. These guys are stunning. Rocking in the snow... genius. And those pants, I gotta get me some of those pants.
Yesterday Howard Stern was going off on Don Imus with great vengeance and furious anger. I'm sure Dan was listening as well. Today the Post gives us the low down.
This was inevitable. You wonder if a guy like John Peel even gives a hoot about this honor. He is a staple of the rock industry and Peel has taken Radio1 along for the ride.
This link is for Sean Bones. He was waxing about Mr. Albarn last night in my kitchen.
My Christmas List is starting to grow. Thank God Jesus was born.
You know what? I should have just linked to all of Pitchfork's news today. The Dirtbombs and Adult are doing a spilt. They are covering one another's songs. This should be interesting. Long live Detroit.
Has anyone seen Elvis in recent years? I'd like to head to the Beacon, but I'm sure the ticket price will be ridiculous. Does he still play the hits?
Smith fans, you know who you are, its time to get excited again.
I think Keith Richards might be a robot. Ok, Ok, a robot or the second coming of the Messiah.
The Independent gets cozy with the Ravonettes and provides us with info we already knew.
When will this migration into the world of politics end? My fondest memory of Krist Novoselic is from that 120 Minutes (I think) live performance where he threw his bass into the air and decided to catch it with his face.
I can all but promise you that these guys won't be anywhere near our Best of 2003 list.
Sorry for all the Christ references.
Getting geared for this weekend with: TV on the Radio, Young Liars EP
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home