All Right. All Right. All Right. All Right.
Another Wednesday night, and yet another great O.C. PotLuck only this time it was the O.C. Picnic. Sivan and I discussed the idea at its conception, I was skeptical about the turnout for the O.C. party. It was my presumption that after the first week, attendance would drop and the idea would live one through a few diehards. I couldn't have been more wrong. Since the first week and each week there after, it seems like more and more people show up to share in the festivities. Some of the newcomers for last night's episode included Wackerman, Cami, Leah and Jodee. The apartment was stuffed to the gills with kids hungry for some delicious food and a killer program.
Can we just sit back and reflect on this episode for one second. First of all, good for Ryan, he shouldn't let Marissa run right back into her arms. Next up, who knew Summer would still be holding onto her V-Card. How about Sandy and Seth having "the talk?" And finally, Luke is now hooking up with his x-girlfriend's mom. Who writes this garbage? Someone and I believe it might have been Builder, told me that the show is becoming predictable, but I highly disagree.
Following the show and a quick clean-up (a big thanks to those who helped out on this), Sivan, Karen and I took a cab down to the Knitting Factory to catch the Ace Fu showcase that was getting on in the Tap Bar. This promised to be an evening of loud guitar rock (aka some sort of core) and the bands we caught delivered on it. We walked in during Lot Six's set, but I didn't really listen to any of it because I was being introduced to kids and trying to get a PBR. Next up was Officer May which was the band that Sivan really wanted to see. These three Boston based boys really brought some serious rock that stemmed from what sounded like a lot of angst with their present surroundings in life. Their lead singer was a little guy with a huge voice. It is easy to compare them to what was going on in the 9T's in Seattle, but they seemed more mature than their grunge predecessors. They might have trouble finding the right fan base, but once they do, they will get on the board.
The final band to hit was the Philly shit rock band An Albatross. There isn't much to say about these guys. Three songs into their set and I was ready to go. It felt like 9th grade in the basement of some VFW. They play fast. They play loud. The lead singer screams intelligible lyrics while the drummer seemed to hammer away at the same repetitive beat. To make things worse, they threw in some circus like keys that really brought the whole thing together like the coils of some neatly laid dog waste.
Another quick cab ride later, and I was back home where Builder, Alister and I huge out around the kitchen table talking about nothing important and everything essential.
The highlight of the evening was walking into the Knitting Factory and seeing a "Ska is Dead" show billed in the upstairsâ space. It really took me back to the days of shitty taste and punk rock girls. The bill boasted three bands that I proudly listened to in the past: Big D and the Kids Table, Mustard Plug and Catch 22. Ok, maybe I am not proud that I used to listen to those bands and many others like them, but you can't deny the past, especially when I was an alienated kid in central Pennsylvania looking for a punk rock princess. Wait, has anything changed?
Tonight It All Comes Together.
The day is finally here. I haven't been this excited about a show since the Libertines played at CBGB's. Tonight the Scottish boys of Franz Ferdinand with be at the Bowery Ballroom, and this time, I'm definitely going. Since I was passed a copy of their upcoming debut full-length it hasn't left the cd player. You can get the import or wait for it to drop domestically. Either way, bring on the rock.
The Knews.
There is an amazing article regarding Elliot Smith posted on Spin's website. Check this out and believe it. This is and will continue to be a great loss for the rock world and those close to the troubled soul.
The Beastie Boys have been in the studio cooking up a new record set to drop this summer on Capitol.
Can somebody explain the buzz around this band? I really don't get it.
Let's all give Filter a round of applause for another shitty review. Maybe if this writer wasn't so fucking caught up in the scene she could have written something that truly reflected the music. Isn't that what reviews are supposed to be about? It's the music right? Your affected interviews bore me. Please stop writing them and get back to study hall before the bell rings.
I really want to hear this Fitness record. Does anyone have a copy for me to burn?
Hmmm... The Shins will be making an appearance on the Gilmore Girls. I can't wait to listen to the part of my interview where James talks about being an American Capitalist. It is ringing so true. Also, what the fuck it Pitchfork's problem? Why do they have to write with this tone?
Rolling Stone gives the new Liars record a single lonely star.
It looks like Justin Hawkins, of the Darkness, will have to switch back to the PBR.
This sounds like a dream for filmmaker Kevin Smith. I can't wait to see Jersey Girl, but his next project may take the cake, (thanks to Noah for this link).
Poor Ozzy. Poor, poor Ozzy. He can't lay off the pills.
And finally, Pitty Sing has their mom send Ms. New York Doll a letter. What the fuck?
Another Wednesday night, and yet another great O.C. PotLuck only this time it was the O.C. Picnic. Sivan and I discussed the idea at its conception, I was skeptical about the turnout for the O.C. party. It was my presumption that after the first week, attendance would drop and the idea would live one through a few diehards. I couldn't have been more wrong. Since the first week and each week there after, it seems like more and more people show up to share in the festivities. Some of the newcomers for last night's episode included Wackerman, Cami, Leah and Jodee. The apartment was stuffed to the gills with kids hungry for some delicious food and a killer program.
Can we just sit back and reflect on this episode for one second. First of all, good for Ryan, he shouldn't let Marissa run right back into her arms. Next up, who knew Summer would still be holding onto her V-Card. How about Sandy and Seth having "the talk?" And finally, Luke is now hooking up with his x-girlfriend's mom. Who writes this garbage? Someone and I believe it might have been Builder, told me that the show is becoming predictable, but I highly disagree.
Following the show and a quick clean-up (a big thanks to those who helped out on this), Sivan, Karen and I took a cab down to the Knitting Factory to catch the Ace Fu showcase that was getting on in the Tap Bar. This promised to be an evening of loud guitar rock (aka some sort of core) and the bands we caught delivered on it. We walked in during Lot Six's set, but I didn't really listen to any of it because I was being introduced to kids and trying to get a PBR. Next up was Officer May which was the band that Sivan really wanted to see. These three Boston based boys really brought some serious rock that stemmed from what sounded like a lot of angst with their present surroundings in life. Their lead singer was a little guy with a huge voice. It is easy to compare them to what was going on in the 9T's in Seattle, but they seemed more mature than their grunge predecessors. They might have trouble finding the right fan base, but once they do, they will get on the board.
The final band to hit was the Philly shit rock band An Albatross. There isn't much to say about these guys. Three songs into their set and I was ready to go. It felt like 9th grade in the basement of some VFW. They play fast. They play loud. The lead singer screams intelligible lyrics while the drummer seemed to hammer away at the same repetitive beat. To make things worse, they threw in some circus like keys that really brought the whole thing together like the coils of some neatly laid dog waste.
Another quick cab ride later, and I was back home where Builder, Alister and I huge out around the kitchen table talking about nothing important and everything essential.
The highlight of the evening was walking into the Knitting Factory and seeing a "Ska is Dead" show billed in the upstairsâ space. It really took me back to the days of shitty taste and punk rock girls. The bill boasted three bands that I proudly listened to in the past: Big D and the Kids Table, Mustard Plug and Catch 22. Ok, maybe I am not proud that I used to listen to those bands and many others like them, but you can't deny the past, especially when I was an alienated kid in central Pennsylvania looking for a punk rock princess. Wait, has anything changed?
Tonight It All Comes Together.
The day is finally here. I haven't been this excited about a show since the Libertines played at CBGB's. Tonight the Scottish boys of Franz Ferdinand with be at the Bowery Ballroom, and this time, I'm definitely going. Since I was passed a copy of their upcoming debut full-length it hasn't left the cd player. You can get the import or wait for it to drop domestically. Either way, bring on the rock.
The Knews.
There is an amazing article regarding Elliot Smith posted on Spin's website. Check this out and believe it. This is and will continue to be a great loss for the rock world and those close to the troubled soul.
The Beastie Boys have been in the studio cooking up a new record set to drop this summer on Capitol.
Can somebody explain the buzz around this band? I really don't get it.
Let's all give Filter a round of applause for another shitty review. Maybe if this writer wasn't so fucking caught up in the scene she could have written something that truly reflected the music. Isn't that what reviews are supposed to be about? It's the music right? Your affected interviews bore me. Please stop writing them and get back to study hall before the bell rings.
I really want to hear this Fitness record. Does anyone have a copy for me to burn?
Hmmm... The Shins will be making an appearance on the Gilmore Girls. I can't wait to listen to the part of my interview where James talks about being an American Capitalist. It is ringing so true. Also, what the fuck it Pitchfork's problem? Why do they have to write with this tone?
Rolling Stone gives the new Liars record a single lonely star.
It looks like Justin Hawkins, of the Darkness, will have to switch back to the PBR.
This sounds like a dream for filmmaker Kevin Smith. I can't wait to see Jersey Girl, but his next project may take the cake, (thanks to Noah for this link).
Poor Ozzy. Poor, poor Ozzy. He can't lay off the pills.
And finally, Pitty Sing has their mom send Ms. New York Doll a letter. What the fuck?
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