Rock to the Roll.
You know how sometimes you can get caught in a bad mood and nothing could change your disposition? No matter how hard you try you can't bring your attitude around despite the internal efforts to change your feelings. Well, following work yesterday evening, I was caught in one of those. With a big night ahead of me, I didn't know how things would change. Lucky for me, I've got one hell of a support group who wouldn't let me even show a glimmer of content for the evening a head of me. Things quickly flip flopped once Kyle came home from work.
Kyle and I hung out until I began cooking dinner for the newly reinstated carnivore named Cami. It has been a long time plan for me to cook her a steak if and when she ever came back to the Dark Side. Since her trip upstate Cami has been munching the meat like its her job. So last night I decided to cook her a dinner of steak, potatoes and some veggies. It turned out to be scrumptious, (naturally, I never had my doubts). We shared the leftovers with Noah and Ryan who had loaded in at the Luna and wanted somewhere to chill out. Eventually Flynn showed up and we drank our way to the show.
Around 9:30pm we shot over to the Luna to catch the big rock show. Much to my pleasant expectation the place was packed and ready for the well crafted tunes of Sam Champion and These Bones. Everyone came out to the show, and the band thanks you for it. You guys made the show great, (even during the impromptu call and response during the Pavement cover). Noah, Jack and Ryan turned it up for a room littered with blonde girls and dudes in tight jeans. Their studio time truly did them well, as they sounded tighter and more confident than ever before. Finally, I could look on and see Noah brimming over with the rock confidence that has always been there, but has yet to fully manifest itself. They played the entire record (I think), and if you are lucky, you already have a copy of their work. If you don't contact Noah or even me, I'd be happy to pass it along. Noah was nice enough to plug the Dj party this Sunday at Bside as well as dedicating one of my favorite tracks, Company Dance, to moi. They brought Matt (of Rana fame) up on stage for Can't See the Stars and holy shit, that boy was on point. He wields a harmonica like Neil Young sans the cocaine. I may not be much of a jangle country fried man, but a couple more shows and I could be fully converted. Keep bringing the rock, we appreciate it.
Between sets I got good chats on with a bunch of kids who had assembled for the big show. Sean came down from upstate. Karen and Sivan canceled practice. The SF crew came out in full force. Stevo hid the best he could in the back. Mandel braved an oncoming cold. And even Oveis took some time off his campaign to show up for the boys. Good thing Sam Champion brought it so hard.
Next on the bill was These Bones who are also fresh off some studio time. I haven't seen these boys since their crazy set in the basement of Lit, so needless to say, this fan was pumped. The always dramatic Kyliee took his place behind the mic and ripped through a song or two before Mr. Sean Sullivan took command of the singing stick. They played the three songs from their old demo, and the new song off the new demos. They were all great. I was standing at the bar when I heard the beginnings of Rugburns. I looked across the bar and saw Noah. I grabbed him and we went it to pay some serious head bang homage to the boys from the north. These Bones have some really solid tracks, and I can't wait to get a hold of a full length. So if you own a label and you are looking for a serious guitar rock band with some real chops on guitar, a front man who plays his role and a tight as hell rhythm section, then get off your ass and sign these guys. You'll be kicking yourself if you don't.
Following the gig, we were standing outside and rumors of Max Fish were floating around. Not being a big fan of that bar and also being sick of hanging out front of the Luna, Cami and I ducked out to head to Johnson's for some $2 PBRs. We were walking down Ludlow when a group of fuckfaces started to yell shit at us. Then I glanced over my shoulder and saw that one of the kids was walking right up behind me. I turned around to ask him if he had a problem, and before I could get to excited I realized it was my friend Brandon (of Alabama Black Snake). We exchanged middle fingers and went on our way. Eventually Mikey, Alister and Builder joined us at the bar and we shot some pool. The night ended with the boys back around the kitchen table talking shit and making fun of Builder's new Steve Urkle inspired style.
The moral of the story is.... I need to quit being a grumpy bitch because no matter how hard I try, it's impossible for me to not have a good time when I'm out with my friends. Rock and Fucking Roll.
It's Friday. You Ain't Got Shit to Do.
Check out the full list of winners from this years NME awards. They seemed to forget one of the biggest U.K. bands of this year. Why the hell don't we have an awards show like this? Well, at least we have the CMAs. Thank Christ.
The BBC newswire covers Courtney's call into Howard Stern's radio show. A girl with a mouth that dirty is only fit for Paul.
I guess when you aren't all smacked out on junk you can accomplish things. Take note all you brown horse riders. Pete may not be the cutest, but he's still my favorite.
Looks like I'm going to be in the business of buying a Cold Mountain soundtrack. But really Pitchfork... Kenny Wayne Shepherd?
The Queens of the Stone Age's line up continues to disinegrate in front of their fans glassy eyes.
Pull out your Burks. It's Boonaroo Time. Is that patchouli I smell?
Liars get the artist spotlight on CMJ. At this point isn't everyone over this band? I have yet to hear the new record, so I'm with holding judgment.
The Sounds put some of their "Living In America" tour on hold so they can open for the Strokes. This is a good ploy for the boys to get into Maja's pants. Lord knows they should try.
If you are the person who stole all of Apollo Sunshine's equipment, you should give it back. That shit isn't cool.
Well, I'm off to begin my Friday. Did I say Friday. That's right folks.
You know how sometimes you can get caught in a bad mood and nothing could change your disposition? No matter how hard you try you can't bring your attitude around despite the internal efforts to change your feelings. Well, following work yesterday evening, I was caught in one of those. With a big night ahead of me, I didn't know how things would change. Lucky for me, I've got one hell of a support group who wouldn't let me even show a glimmer of content for the evening a head of me. Things quickly flip flopped once Kyle came home from work.
Kyle and I hung out until I began cooking dinner for the newly reinstated carnivore named Cami. It has been a long time plan for me to cook her a steak if and when she ever came back to the Dark Side. Since her trip upstate Cami has been munching the meat like its her job. So last night I decided to cook her a dinner of steak, potatoes and some veggies. It turned out to be scrumptious, (naturally, I never had my doubts). We shared the leftovers with Noah and Ryan who had loaded in at the Luna and wanted somewhere to chill out. Eventually Flynn showed up and we drank our way to the show.
Around 9:30pm we shot over to the Luna to catch the big rock show. Much to my pleasant expectation the place was packed and ready for the well crafted tunes of Sam Champion and These Bones. Everyone came out to the show, and the band thanks you for it. You guys made the show great, (even during the impromptu call and response during the Pavement cover). Noah, Jack and Ryan turned it up for a room littered with blonde girls and dudes in tight jeans. Their studio time truly did them well, as they sounded tighter and more confident than ever before. Finally, I could look on and see Noah brimming over with the rock confidence that has always been there, but has yet to fully manifest itself. They played the entire record (I think), and if you are lucky, you already have a copy of their work. If you don't contact Noah or even me, I'd be happy to pass it along. Noah was nice enough to plug the Dj party this Sunday at Bside as well as dedicating one of my favorite tracks, Company Dance, to moi. They brought Matt (of Rana fame) up on stage for Can't See the Stars and holy shit, that boy was on point. He wields a harmonica like Neil Young sans the cocaine. I may not be much of a jangle country fried man, but a couple more shows and I could be fully converted. Keep bringing the rock, we appreciate it.
Between sets I got good chats on with a bunch of kids who had assembled for the big show. Sean came down from upstate. Karen and Sivan canceled practice. The SF crew came out in full force. Stevo hid the best he could in the back. Mandel braved an oncoming cold. And even Oveis took some time off his campaign to show up for the boys. Good thing Sam Champion brought it so hard.
Next on the bill was These Bones who are also fresh off some studio time. I haven't seen these boys since their crazy set in the basement of Lit, so needless to say, this fan was pumped. The always dramatic Kyliee took his place behind the mic and ripped through a song or two before Mr. Sean Sullivan took command of the singing stick. They played the three songs from their old demo, and the new song off the new demos. They were all great. I was standing at the bar when I heard the beginnings of Rugburns. I looked across the bar and saw Noah. I grabbed him and we went it to pay some serious head bang homage to the boys from the north. These Bones have some really solid tracks, and I can't wait to get a hold of a full length. So if you own a label and you are looking for a serious guitar rock band with some real chops on guitar, a front man who plays his role and a tight as hell rhythm section, then get off your ass and sign these guys. You'll be kicking yourself if you don't.
Following the gig, we were standing outside and rumors of Max Fish were floating around. Not being a big fan of that bar and also being sick of hanging out front of the Luna, Cami and I ducked out to head to Johnson's for some $2 PBRs. We were walking down Ludlow when a group of fuckfaces started to yell shit at us. Then I glanced over my shoulder and saw that one of the kids was walking right up behind me. I turned around to ask him if he had a problem, and before I could get to excited I realized it was my friend Brandon (of Alabama Black Snake). We exchanged middle fingers and went on our way. Eventually Mikey, Alister and Builder joined us at the bar and we shot some pool. The night ended with the boys back around the kitchen table talking shit and making fun of Builder's new Steve Urkle inspired style.
The moral of the story is.... I need to quit being a grumpy bitch because no matter how hard I try, it's impossible for me to not have a good time when I'm out with my friends. Rock and Fucking Roll.
It's Friday. You Ain't Got Shit to Do.
Check out the full list of winners from this years NME awards. They seemed to forget one of the biggest U.K. bands of this year. Why the hell don't we have an awards show like this? Well, at least we have the CMAs. Thank Christ.
The BBC newswire covers Courtney's call into Howard Stern's radio show. A girl with a mouth that dirty is only fit for Paul.
I guess when you aren't all smacked out on junk you can accomplish things. Take note all you brown horse riders. Pete may not be the cutest, but he's still my favorite.
Looks like I'm going to be in the business of buying a Cold Mountain soundtrack. But really Pitchfork... Kenny Wayne Shepherd?
The Queens of the Stone Age's line up continues to disinegrate in front of their fans glassy eyes.
Pull out your Burks. It's Boonaroo Time. Is that patchouli I smell?
Liars get the artist spotlight on CMJ. At this point isn't everyone over this band? I have yet to hear the new record, so I'm with holding judgment.
The Sounds put some of their "Living In America" tour on hold so they can open for the Strokes. This is a good ploy for the boys to get into Maja's pants. Lord knows they should try.
If you are the person who stole all of Apollo Sunshine's equipment, you should give it back. That shit isn't cool.
Well, I'm off to begin my Friday. Did I say Friday. That's right folks.
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