The Oh!C.
Holy Shit that was an amazing episode and a Rockstar PotLuck. First let me give a big thank you to Mikey, Sivan, Builder, Josh, Karen, Hole, Megan, Stevo, Hawk, Oveis, Jack, Noah, Bones and Lance for making it a solid dinner. The O.C. breakfast with mimosas was executed to perfection, and I thank everyone for their contributions. Just 6 more days till the next O.C. PotLuck so lets get some menu item ideas out there.
Besides Mikey spilling everything (beer, water, bacon grease, his guts) all over the kitchen things went really well. The food got finished with just enough time for everyone to eat and shut up for the big come back show. I'd like to sit here and recap the show, but that might make some of you question the sexuality of this writer, so instead I'm just gonna give the top three highlights of last nights episode:
#1. Luke is gonna bone Ms. Julie Cooper. He could end up his x-girlfriend's step dad!
#2. Oliver's freak out. We may have seen the end of this head pounding, pill popping, gun touting psycho. And I will miss him.
#3. Sandy Cohen's plea for the keys. Maybe you thought he wasn't gonna let Ryan go to Marissa, and then boom, he decides to drive. Give me the keys. Give me the keys. Give me the keys. I'm driving.
Worst O.C. Moment: That scene in the hall where they used quick cuts and scattered dialogue to make us feel uncomfortable, but really, was any of that necessary? Could they draw out the Anna / Seth break-up any longer?
Ok, Ok, enough of that, I'm gonna have to go engage a co-worker in a conversation about football or red meat.
Shot Through the Heart.
Following the show, Karen, Hole and I headed to the Mercury Lounge to catch the French Kicks set. Unfortunately, there was no list that night, and thus no name on the list. I 86'd the idea and went back home to hang with a tipsy Mike who apparently loves the Stellastarr* record. Eventually Alister, Amy and Builder showed up and we got to eat delicious cupcakes that Amy brought with her.
The evening was capped off with air guitars and head banging from Mikey, Builder and myself. We holed up in my room and listened to NOFX.
Let's Hope I Pull This Off.
As you may know, I had a huge news section worked out yesterday, but one slip of the old index finger led to its deletion. I'm gonna give it another go, so cross your fingers, (sidenote: I don't know why a sentence like the last one would be written. It doesn't make sense to include it, but I'm gonna let it go).
First off, here is the blurb about next week's O.C. episode: It's Valentine's Day and Marissa tries to make up with Ryan just as his ex from Chino drops in, complicating things. Will Seth's day end with a special gift?
This was inevitable. The success of Apple's Ipod has spawned many imitators, but none that are greater than the original. I'm a proud wearer of my white box.
PopMatters has a great review of the sophomore effort from the Walkmen. Bows and Arrows may have to be purchased.
Pitchfork doesn't look to kindle on Kurt's widow's new record, America's Sweetheart. I only disagree with this sentence: Because in the end, journalists and fans have always been more than happy to swallow the goofy, satisfying sleaze of hair metal bands and poorly-aging cockrockers, but a drug-addled, sexually aggressive woman still grosses everybody out. No Way! Plus she skips court... that's hot.
You may have read this in NME yesterday, but here is Pitchfork's coverage of the EMI / DJ Danger Mouse scuffle over the Grey Album. It's too bad EMI can't see what kind of gold mine they are sitting on. That record is the hot music, the hot music.
Today, all over the globe, stoner rock fans will smoke a huge jbird at 4:20 for their fallen heroes.
Paramount pictures gets the rights to Dylan's Life. Expect a poorly done, big budget, biographical picture to be released in the future. Should anyone even try to mess with Don't Look Back?
The most influential people in British culture get listed. Ipod, Potter and The Office. That's some solid company.
Yesterday's Billboard Bits informed us all that Simon Cowell will be on an upcoming episode of the Simpsons. That assbag gets to be a character when they haven't even approached Rivers Cuomo?
Filter provides us with the Track Listing and Album Art for the new Vines record, Winning Days. There is also complete tour info for their North America tour with fellow Aussies Jet and The Living End.
Could this be true? If it is, this boy will be smiling all the way to the box office. On a side note, if the film gets finished, they will legalize joint smoking in the theaters during the viewing.
Ok, so Franz Ferdinand is RockFeedback's band of the week, but do we really have to start with all that "I'm not jumping the bandwagon" bullshit. I mean really, who gives a fuck about how many people dig the record. If I had it my way, your mom, your sister, your dog, your cousins would all be listening to this new record and shitting their pants (yes, literally) because its so fucking good. Give me a break RockFeedback, do you really have to protect your cred.
Click here to learn how to be a punk. This isn't very punk rock. And coming from a Blink 182 loving post punk nerd like myself, that’s a real blow to the ego. When did Pitting become a class at Crunch?
Don't forget about the show tonight. I'll remind you later.
Holy Shit that was an amazing episode and a Rockstar PotLuck. First let me give a big thank you to Mikey, Sivan, Builder, Josh, Karen, Hole, Megan, Stevo, Hawk, Oveis, Jack, Noah, Bones and Lance for making it a solid dinner. The O.C. breakfast with mimosas was executed to perfection, and I thank everyone for their contributions. Just 6 more days till the next O.C. PotLuck so lets get some menu item ideas out there.
Besides Mikey spilling everything (beer, water, bacon grease, his guts) all over the kitchen things went really well. The food got finished with just enough time for everyone to eat and shut up for the big come back show. I'd like to sit here and recap the show, but that might make some of you question the sexuality of this writer, so instead I'm just gonna give the top three highlights of last nights episode:
#1. Luke is gonna bone Ms. Julie Cooper. He could end up his x-girlfriend's step dad!
#2. Oliver's freak out. We may have seen the end of this head pounding, pill popping, gun touting psycho. And I will miss him.
#3. Sandy Cohen's plea for the keys. Maybe you thought he wasn't gonna let Ryan go to Marissa, and then boom, he decides to drive. Give me the keys. Give me the keys. Give me the keys. I'm driving.
Worst O.C. Moment: That scene in the hall where they used quick cuts and scattered dialogue to make us feel uncomfortable, but really, was any of that necessary? Could they draw out the Anna / Seth break-up any longer?
Ok, Ok, enough of that, I'm gonna have to go engage a co-worker in a conversation about football or red meat.
Shot Through the Heart.
Following the show, Karen, Hole and I headed to the Mercury Lounge to catch the French Kicks set. Unfortunately, there was no list that night, and thus no name on the list. I 86'd the idea and went back home to hang with a tipsy Mike who apparently loves the Stellastarr* record. Eventually Alister, Amy and Builder showed up and we got to eat delicious cupcakes that Amy brought with her.
The evening was capped off with air guitars and head banging from Mikey, Builder and myself. We holed up in my room and listened to NOFX.
Let's Hope I Pull This Off.
As you may know, I had a huge news section worked out yesterday, but one slip of the old index finger led to its deletion. I'm gonna give it another go, so cross your fingers, (sidenote: I don't know why a sentence like the last one would be written. It doesn't make sense to include it, but I'm gonna let it go).
First off, here is the blurb about next week's O.C. episode: It's Valentine's Day and Marissa tries to make up with Ryan just as his ex from Chino drops in, complicating things. Will Seth's day end with a special gift?
This was inevitable. The success of Apple's Ipod has spawned many imitators, but none that are greater than the original. I'm a proud wearer of my white box.
PopMatters has a great review of the sophomore effort from the Walkmen. Bows and Arrows may have to be purchased.
Pitchfork doesn't look to kindle on Kurt's widow's new record, America's Sweetheart. I only disagree with this sentence: Because in the end, journalists and fans have always been more than happy to swallow the goofy, satisfying sleaze of hair metal bands and poorly-aging cockrockers, but a drug-addled, sexually aggressive woman still grosses everybody out. No Way! Plus she skips court... that's hot.
You may have read this in NME yesterday, but here is Pitchfork's coverage of the EMI / DJ Danger Mouse scuffle over the Grey Album. It's too bad EMI can't see what kind of gold mine they are sitting on. That record is the hot music, the hot music.
Today, all over the globe, stoner rock fans will smoke a huge jbird at 4:20 for their fallen heroes.
Paramount pictures gets the rights to Dylan's Life. Expect a poorly done, big budget, biographical picture to be released in the future. Should anyone even try to mess with Don't Look Back?
The most influential people in British culture get listed. Ipod, Potter and The Office. That's some solid company.
Yesterday's Billboard Bits informed us all that Simon Cowell will be on an upcoming episode of the Simpsons. That assbag gets to be a character when they haven't even approached Rivers Cuomo?
Filter provides us with the Track Listing and Album Art for the new Vines record, Winning Days. There is also complete tour info for their North America tour with fellow Aussies Jet and The Living End.
Could this be true? If it is, this boy will be smiling all the way to the box office. On a side note, if the film gets finished, they will legalize joint smoking in the theaters during the viewing.
Ok, so Franz Ferdinand is RockFeedback's band of the week, but do we really have to start with all that "I'm not jumping the bandwagon" bullshit. I mean really, who gives a fuck about how many people dig the record. If I had it my way, your mom, your sister, your dog, your cousins would all be listening to this new record and shitting their pants (yes, literally) because its so fucking good. Give me a break RockFeedback, do you really have to protect your cred.
Click here to learn how to be a punk. This isn't very punk rock. And coming from a Blink 182 loving post punk nerd like myself, that’s a real blow to the ego. When did Pitting become a class at Crunch?
Don't forget about the show tonight. I'll remind you later.
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