Book um Danno.
After a quick brunch at Sidewalk this past Saturday, I was trying to convince Dan, Noah and Christie to shoot over to Union Square so we could catch the tail end of the Idiotarod. No one wanted to brave the cold, including myself, so we opted for a session of spades at the apt. I mention all this only because of the crazy incident that surrounded the beginning of the race. Explosives and Subway maps are enough to make people nervous.
Weekend's are for Brunch.
A weekend devoid of shows. It doesn't happen much, but this weekend I took a break from the clubs and caught up with a lot of friends.
My first stop was Welcome to the Johnson's where I had a quick beer with Liz and Melissa before heading home to continue the pregame with some of the Bahamas. We eventually made it to HiFi to celebrate Ms. Leah Holzer's birthday. Everyone was in high spirits despite the less than optimal conditions. The joint was packed to the gills with thristy hipsters looking for carbonated libations and lowered inhibitions. Both were delivered on point. It got too late for me, but the rest of the warriors kept rocking till Dan passed out and got penises drawn on his face.
Note to Self: Never attempt to buy curtains without a lady friend there to help you. You will be wasting your time. Inept? Maybe. Thanks to Cami for trying to lend a hand via the mobile.
After Saturday's brunch we cruised down to 186 and had a listen to the rough mix of the Sam Champion record. Trust me, you are gonna like this disc. Noah has written some great sing-a-longs and catchy tunes that stick to you more than motzah. They are heading back into the studio this week to finish the mix. I can't wait to hear the finished product. Get ready for a 10 song jem that could only lead to bigger and better things. This kids future is so bright he wears sunglasses at night.
Following the two listens of the record, we settled down for a viewing of The Pirates of the Carribbean. I didn't know what to expect, but I heard good things. It was outstanding. So entertaining, but maybe that's because I'm married to the sea. I'm now thinking of heading to ECU for a graduate degree just so I can become a part of this.
All of a sudden it was 1am and I was in my kitchen with a bunch of ladies. That wasn't a problem, but I figured we should get out and go dancing. We headed to Rififi which was deader than the scurvvy turds on the Black Pearl so kicked it over to Lit. The Blue Sparks had played a bit earlier, but I was trying to keep my no show policy in tact so the late arrival didn't bother anyone. The place was packed, but we made out way to the back where we carved out a dance space. It was a heck of a good time.
Sunday was a nice slow day. After a cup of coffee at Cami's place with her and Leah, I headed downtown to catch brunch with Beach and Noah. We headed back to Beach's pad and gave the new Walkmen record, Bows and Arrows, a listen. None of the tracks really jumped out at me, but I plan to give it some more time this evening.
The evening ended with a quick set at the Continental by Kevin Smith's new band and some wings at East 4th. Noah and Kristen came over to catch a new episode of Arrested Development. If you haven't seen that show yet, pencil it in for the next weekend that doesn't have a Super Bowl being played. While we are on the topic of Fox, tonight they are airring the "Lost Episode" of The Simple Life. Is that porn I smell?
Viva el Huevos Beacheros!
It ain't over till it's over. And now it really is. R.I.P. Bottom Line. I can't wait to see how NYU replaces the Village legend with some gaudy po-mo building that is uglier than sin.
Congratulations to the Office for getting their well deserved award. This show is a riot, and if you haven't seen it yet, buy a dutchie and come on over to 186.
I was reading the new NME yesterday and saw the complete line-up for the Awards week. It is phenominal. And this opening show is just the beginning. Lucky Brits.
Senior Editor and Author of my current read, Mark Spitz, sits down with the Fab Four (Paul Interpol, Brody Distillers, Justin Darkness, and Who Gives a Damn Thursday) for a discussion about being the next big things.
The Flaming Groovies get reissued. I've gotta get to the record shop and pick up these solid gold records. I know Karl will be happy.
The Bush Administration has a cleft asshole. What the hell is so offensive about the Darkness record?
Does anyone have downloading capabilities? If so, please burn me this cover song and I will be happy to make out with you. (Either sex. For this track I won't discriminate.)
Spin explains why American's aren't very fun.
This is a must post article from Filter Mag. You've seen it before, here is the Mod Lang import list. This weeks list isn't to impressive, but Franz is on there.
Finally, Jason Von Bondie sits down with the Guardian in a great story that tries to explain what happened when Jack White threw him a beat down. Jack sounds like a troubled man, but hey, you would be too if all you could wear was red and white.
Thats it for now. And I don't say it much, but Thanks for reading!
After a quick brunch at Sidewalk this past Saturday, I was trying to convince Dan, Noah and Christie to shoot over to Union Square so we could catch the tail end of the Idiotarod. No one wanted to brave the cold, including myself, so we opted for a session of spades at the apt. I mention all this only because of the crazy incident that surrounded the beginning of the race. Explosives and Subway maps are enough to make people nervous.
Weekend's are for Brunch.
A weekend devoid of shows. It doesn't happen much, but this weekend I took a break from the clubs and caught up with a lot of friends.
My first stop was Welcome to the Johnson's where I had a quick beer with Liz and Melissa before heading home to continue the pregame with some of the Bahamas. We eventually made it to HiFi to celebrate Ms. Leah Holzer's birthday. Everyone was in high spirits despite the less than optimal conditions. The joint was packed to the gills with thristy hipsters looking for carbonated libations and lowered inhibitions. Both were delivered on point. It got too late for me, but the rest of the warriors kept rocking till Dan passed out and got penises drawn on his face.
Note to Self: Never attempt to buy curtains without a lady friend there to help you. You will be wasting your time. Inept? Maybe. Thanks to Cami for trying to lend a hand via the mobile.
After Saturday's brunch we cruised down to 186 and had a listen to the rough mix of the Sam Champion record. Trust me, you are gonna like this disc. Noah has written some great sing-a-longs and catchy tunes that stick to you more than motzah. They are heading back into the studio this week to finish the mix. I can't wait to hear the finished product. Get ready for a 10 song jem that could only lead to bigger and better things. This kids future is so bright he wears sunglasses at night.
Following the two listens of the record, we settled down for a viewing of The Pirates of the Carribbean. I didn't know what to expect, but I heard good things. It was outstanding. So entertaining, but maybe that's because I'm married to the sea. I'm now thinking of heading to ECU for a graduate degree just so I can become a part of this.
All of a sudden it was 1am and I was in my kitchen with a bunch of ladies. That wasn't a problem, but I figured we should get out and go dancing. We headed to Rififi which was deader than the scurvvy turds on the Black Pearl so kicked it over to Lit. The Blue Sparks had played a bit earlier, but I was trying to keep my no show policy in tact so the late arrival didn't bother anyone. The place was packed, but we made out way to the back where we carved out a dance space. It was a heck of a good time.
Sunday was a nice slow day. After a cup of coffee at Cami's place with her and Leah, I headed downtown to catch brunch with Beach and Noah. We headed back to Beach's pad and gave the new Walkmen record, Bows and Arrows, a listen. None of the tracks really jumped out at me, but I plan to give it some more time this evening.
The evening ended with a quick set at the Continental by Kevin Smith's new band and some wings at East 4th. Noah and Kristen came over to catch a new episode of Arrested Development. If you haven't seen that show yet, pencil it in for the next weekend that doesn't have a Super Bowl being played. While we are on the topic of Fox, tonight they are airring the "Lost Episode" of The Simple Life. Is that porn I smell?
Viva el Huevos Beacheros!
It ain't over till it's over. And now it really is. R.I.P. Bottom Line. I can't wait to see how NYU replaces the Village legend with some gaudy po-mo building that is uglier than sin.
Congratulations to the Office for getting their well deserved award. This show is a riot, and if you haven't seen it yet, buy a dutchie and come on over to 186.
I was reading the new NME yesterday and saw the complete line-up for the Awards week. It is phenominal. And this opening show is just the beginning. Lucky Brits.
Senior Editor and Author of my current read, Mark Spitz, sits down with the Fab Four (Paul Interpol, Brody Distillers, Justin Darkness, and Who Gives a Damn Thursday) for a discussion about being the next big things.
The Flaming Groovies get reissued. I've gotta get to the record shop and pick up these solid gold records. I know Karl will be happy.
The Bush Administration has a cleft asshole. What the hell is so offensive about the Darkness record?
Does anyone have downloading capabilities? If so, please burn me this cover song and I will be happy to make out with you. (Either sex. For this track I won't discriminate.)
Spin explains why American's aren't very fun.
This is a must post article from Filter Mag. You've seen it before, here is the Mod Lang import list. This weeks list isn't to impressive, but Franz is on there.
Finally, Jason Von Bondie sits down with the Guardian in a great story that tries to explain what happened when Jack White threw him a beat down. Jack sounds like a troubled man, but hey, you would be too if all you could wear was red and white.
Thats it for now. And I don't say it much, but Thanks for reading!
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