Monday Monday.
The work day seemed to crawl by, but luckily, when the clock struck five, Dano was waiting outside of the Law School ready to give me a lift home. We went back to the house to begin the evening with some beers and Franz Ferdinand. At this point I can’t get enough of that record. I need to get some cash flow so a new obsession can be purchased and spun so many times it makes my roommates hate me. Wait, scratch that, Builder loves the Franz.
Sivan stopped in so we could talk about upcoming dates at Bside. There are some serious parties in the works so make sure to stay tuned. In the near future I will be doing a Sunday afternoon post brunch set so all of you have a reason to get out of bed and ease out of the weekend in style. There is also a 186 birthday party in the mix since Builder’s birthday is on April 17th and Kyle and I both escaped the womb on April 23rd. Finally, I was lucky enough to be chosen for Sivan’s late May birthday bash. These parties will be fantastic, and I will keep you all updated on the dates and times as they grow closer.
Erin and Kevin both came through the apartment last night. This was a treat since I rarely get to see either of those kids anymore. Karen showed up before Demander practice to give me the chop. There was some apprehension when she began to make the cuts. My hair is very important. Ok, maybe not, but I get too many middle school haircuts, so I’ve been shying away from Supercuts. Fortunately Ms. Correa did a great job my locks. I’ve received nothing but good comments all around, so cheers to you Karen.
Some kids took off and those who were left behind retired to the living room for an evening of shitty Fox television. Yeah, that’s right, I said Fox had shitty programming. Normally a statement like this would be considered sacrilege, but after watching the boring finales to The Littlest Groom and My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiancée, the statement is more than warranted. The midget dropped the normi and the fat dude gave everyone money. What fun is that? At least we still have the O.C. tomorrow night so I revitalize my faith in the station.
Speaking of the O.C., there will be no PotLuck tomorrow night. I will be watching the episode and then running to the Bowery to (hopefully) catch what is left of the Apollo Sunshine / Fever / Von Bondies gig. We will be back in action next week so be thinking of menu ideas.
Off The Wire.
Pitchfork does an excellent job covering the official release of Smile. If you don't know about this long lost Beach Boys record and the troubles Brian Wilson had while recording it, check this out. Wilson is also planning to play record live while on a short European tour.
Karl from the Libertines discusses the early workings of their second record along with their fame and fortune in the U.K. I don't care what the naysayers put forth, I fucking dig on this band.
If you haven't heard, Courtney Love is a moron.
Another, If you haven't heard. Morrissey will be dropping his first record since 1997 this May. The album, titled Malajusted, will most likely be supported by a tour. Some people are creaming their pants.
Two of hiphop's biggest names collaborate on a new record. Dr. Dre's label, Aftermath, will be putting out Busta Rhymes new record.
The Liars new record, They Were Wrong, has been hit with a lot of bad press. Pitchfork decides to take the middle of the road and tries to explain why. After a week of bad press, the indies are backing the record. Is it ok to be different? Who knows?
As if this was a surprise. North American Pixies reunion tickets sell out in mere minutes.
The ongoing feud between Jay Leno and Howard Stern gets some serious fuel for the fire. John is leaving the radio show and becoming the announcer for Leno's show. Stern's verbal bashings were childish, but necessary.
Rolling Stones gets on the train and covers the reunion between Rivers and Sharp.
And finally, Light Up the Sky gives us their opinion on the 10 to watch in 2004. Where is Bloc Party? God dammit, I feel like the character in How Soon is Never before he heard the Smiths.
Party. Party. Party.
The work day seemed to crawl by, but luckily, when the clock struck five, Dano was waiting outside of the Law School ready to give me a lift home. We went back to the house to begin the evening with some beers and Franz Ferdinand. At this point I can’t get enough of that record. I need to get some cash flow so a new obsession can be purchased and spun so many times it makes my roommates hate me. Wait, scratch that, Builder loves the Franz.
Sivan stopped in so we could talk about upcoming dates at Bside. There are some serious parties in the works so make sure to stay tuned. In the near future I will be doing a Sunday afternoon post brunch set so all of you have a reason to get out of bed and ease out of the weekend in style. There is also a 186 birthday party in the mix since Builder’s birthday is on April 17th and Kyle and I both escaped the womb on April 23rd. Finally, I was lucky enough to be chosen for Sivan’s late May birthday bash. These parties will be fantastic, and I will keep you all updated on the dates and times as they grow closer.
Erin and Kevin both came through the apartment last night. This was a treat since I rarely get to see either of those kids anymore. Karen showed up before Demander practice to give me the chop. There was some apprehension when she began to make the cuts. My hair is very important. Ok, maybe not, but I get too many middle school haircuts, so I’ve been shying away from Supercuts. Fortunately Ms. Correa did a great job my locks. I’ve received nothing but good comments all around, so cheers to you Karen.
Some kids took off and those who were left behind retired to the living room for an evening of shitty Fox television. Yeah, that’s right, I said Fox had shitty programming. Normally a statement like this would be considered sacrilege, but after watching the boring finales to The Littlest Groom and My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiancée, the statement is more than warranted. The midget dropped the normi and the fat dude gave everyone money. What fun is that? At least we still have the O.C. tomorrow night so I revitalize my faith in the station.
Speaking of the O.C., there will be no PotLuck tomorrow night. I will be watching the episode and then running to the Bowery to (hopefully) catch what is left of the Apollo Sunshine / Fever / Von Bondies gig. We will be back in action next week so be thinking of menu ideas.
Off The Wire.
Pitchfork does an excellent job covering the official release of Smile. If you don't know about this long lost Beach Boys record and the troubles Brian Wilson had while recording it, check this out. Wilson is also planning to play record live while on a short European tour.
Karl from the Libertines discusses the early workings of their second record along with their fame and fortune in the U.K. I don't care what the naysayers put forth, I fucking dig on this band.
If you haven't heard, Courtney Love is a moron.
Another, If you haven't heard. Morrissey will be dropping his first record since 1997 this May. The album, titled Malajusted, will most likely be supported by a tour. Some people are creaming their pants.
Two of hiphop's biggest names collaborate on a new record. Dr. Dre's label, Aftermath, will be putting out Busta Rhymes new record.
The Liars new record, They Were Wrong, has been hit with a lot of bad press. Pitchfork decides to take the middle of the road and tries to explain why. After a week of bad press, the indies are backing the record. Is it ok to be different? Who knows?
As if this was a surprise. North American Pixies reunion tickets sell out in mere minutes.
The ongoing feud between Jay Leno and Howard Stern gets some serious fuel for the fire. John is leaving the radio show and becoming the announcer for Leno's show. Stern's verbal bashings were childish, but necessary.
Rolling Stones gets on the train and covers the reunion between Rivers and Sharp.
And finally, Light Up the Sky gives us their opinion on the 10 to watch in 2004. Where is Bloc Party? God dammit, I feel like the character in How Soon is Never before he heard the Smiths.
Party. Party. Party.
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