I'm Warming Up to Tequila.
Another packed house for the O.C. last night. Luckily it was a repeat because I don't remember much of the episode. The problem began when Mike showed up at 7pm and we started with some Silver Bullet. A quick tequila shot later, and Sivan was in the kitchen. Everyone began to trickle in and by American Idol time, we had a full house.
Sivan and Mike were kind enough to provide the rest of us with some strong margaritas. I know they were strong because I was shitcanned by 9:30pm. Good looks to everyone who came out last night and made the magic happen. There is some leftover tequila, so maybe we should do it again tonight. Or not.
Tonight, Tomorrow, and the Like.
It's gonna be a busy as hell weekend, but in the commanding words of John Kerry, Bring it On! The next few days will be filled with rock and booze, and this guy couldn't be more excited. Here is what's on tap:
Thursday: Killers & The Stills @ Bowery (Or you may elect for the Liars and Panthers at NYU)
Friday: Hit the road to see My Morning Jacket @ Chameleon (in Lancaster, PA)
Saturday: If I haven't been detained, The Stills @ Bowery
Sunday: Super Bowl (aka: PBR and Wings day)
I Fucking Hate Rock Journalism.
The Los Angeles area is petitioning to have a piece of Echo Park renamed in honor of Elliot Smith. Now you can goto the park, reflect on a wonderful singer songwriter and get tacos at the Rodeo Mexican Grill.
Filter covers the upcoming Strokes tour. Why would they call the record Is This It Version 1.33. Those fucking idiots should check themselves. While they are creaming over garbage like Shore, they have the nerve to put down a solid follow from a band that has perfected the sound they produced on their debut. Does every record have to be a complete change? What were you expecting... Pinkerton? You ass clowns would have put that down anyway.
More Bullshit Journalism. Pitchfork covers the Sleepy Jackson tour, but not without wasting our time. Is that second paragraph really needed? Why is Brian Howe using a news section to prance around his "writing career"? Can we put these people in a barn and burn it to the ground... Ok, that was harsh. Maybe we should just line them up and Culkin them repeatedly. Keep your subjective opinions in your own asshole. No one wants to see your shit.
Wilco loses an valuable piece of their formula.
James Brown gets arrested on assault charges. If anything, open up this link to see his picture at the Sheriffs office. And yes, he is 37 years older than his wife. Fucking Pimp.
Junkmedia has a brief sit down with Chicago based label Touch & Go. No real information is given, and its not funny. What's my problem today?
A Chicago Judge will not let child molesters unite at the Grammy's. Its a shame, I heard the youngest Hanson brother would be there, and you know he has to be a fan of man meat.
In one fail swoop, Billboard lets us know that the Cochella line-up continues to grow, Little Richard will be at SXSW, and Fugazi has yet to break up.
Prefix has a feature on why our society may be so fucked up. But you know what, they took the pretension off of it and had a little fun. Viva el Jackass! A cultural revolution may be in order, but really, who cares. Its controlled by republicans (who hate Bono) anyway.
Rolling Stone relives Beatle Mania. Aren't they interested in the new American Idol. Sometimes I don't know who picks these cover stories. Ok, sarcasm may be moot at this point.
Spin gives us a teaser on the Cooper Temple Clause. No real info here either.
Fuck this, I'm done. I need to go yell at someone.
Another packed house for the O.C. last night. Luckily it was a repeat because I don't remember much of the episode. The problem began when Mike showed up at 7pm and we started with some Silver Bullet. A quick tequila shot later, and Sivan was in the kitchen. Everyone began to trickle in and by American Idol time, we had a full house.
Sivan and Mike were kind enough to provide the rest of us with some strong margaritas. I know they were strong because I was shitcanned by 9:30pm. Good looks to everyone who came out last night and made the magic happen. There is some leftover tequila, so maybe we should do it again tonight. Or not.
Tonight, Tomorrow, and the Like.
It's gonna be a busy as hell weekend, but in the commanding words of John Kerry, Bring it On! The next few days will be filled with rock and booze, and this guy couldn't be more excited. Here is what's on tap:
Thursday: Killers & The Stills @ Bowery (Or you may elect for the Liars and Panthers at NYU)
Friday: Hit the road to see My Morning Jacket @ Chameleon (in Lancaster, PA)
Saturday: If I haven't been detained, The Stills @ Bowery
Sunday: Super Bowl (aka: PBR and Wings day)
I Fucking Hate Rock Journalism.
The Los Angeles area is petitioning to have a piece of Echo Park renamed in honor of Elliot Smith. Now you can goto the park, reflect on a wonderful singer songwriter and get tacos at the Rodeo Mexican Grill.
Filter covers the upcoming Strokes tour. Why would they call the record Is This It Version 1.33. Those fucking idiots should check themselves. While they are creaming over garbage like Shore, they have the nerve to put down a solid follow from a band that has perfected the sound they produced on their debut. Does every record have to be a complete change? What were you expecting... Pinkerton? You ass clowns would have put that down anyway.
More Bullshit Journalism. Pitchfork covers the Sleepy Jackson tour, but not without wasting our time. Is that second paragraph really needed? Why is Brian Howe using a news section to prance around his "writing career"? Can we put these people in a barn and burn it to the ground... Ok, that was harsh. Maybe we should just line them up and Culkin them repeatedly. Keep your subjective opinions in your own asshole. No one wants to see your shit.
Wilco loses an valuable piece of their formula.
James Brown gets arrested on assault charges. If anything, open up this link to see his picture at the Sheriffs office. And yes, he is 37 years older than his wife. Fucking Pimp.
Junkmedia has a brief sit down with Chicago based label Touch & Go. No real information is given, and its not funny. What's my problem today?
A Chicago Judge will not let child molesters unite at the Grammy's. Its a shame, I heard the youngest Hanson brother would be there, and you know he has to be a fan of man meat.
In one fail swoop, Billboard lets us know that the Cochella line-up continues to grow, Little Richard will be at SXSW, and Fugazi has yet to break up.
Prefix has a feature on why our society may be so fucked up. But you know what, they took the pretension off of it and had a little fun. Viva el Jackass! A cultural revolution may be in order, but really, who cares. Its controlled by republicans (who hate Bono) anyway.
Rolling Stone relives Beatle Mania. Aren't they interested in the new American Idol. Sometimes I don't know who picks these cover stories. Ok, sarcasm may be moot at this point.
Spin gives us a teaser on the Cooper Temple Clause. No real info here either.
Fuck this, I'm done. I need to go yell at someone.
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