This May Answer Some Questions.
Some of you may wonder why I continue to love my friend Whitney who graced us with his presence last weekend. Even though he destroyed my apartment, he still manages to pass on emails like this one. Read this and you may just understand the affinity:
My man,
Last night I had this dream that you and I were at Disney World and I had to do this big concert thing with Madonna. At first I was all psyched but then I had to wear roller skates and do all these choreographed moves while she sang and like hug her all sexual and shit. Also I guess the whole thing was sponsored by Starbucks because while I was roller skating around in some tight jeans and a leather vest, I had to hold a Starbucks cup full of coffee. And I was sucking at skating, I just kept eating shit and spilling really hot coffee on Madonna and I was worried she would get pissed because I was burning her and shit. Then she bit my ear all sexy and hard and grunted while shaking her head, "I love rough play." Then they were getting ready for some big finale where Madonna was going to strike a pose front and center of the stage and all these fireworks were going to go off behind her. But I just kept sliding all around and running into all these other dancers that were dressed like those crazy bird guys from that Bill Cosby movie "Leonard Part 6." Finally right before the finale, the producer/choreographer told me that I had to literally kiss Madonna's ass and hold it there for the finale. I rolled over to Madonna and pushed her down and jumped off stage but sprained my ankle. You picked me up on your shoulder and we ran away from the police. The part I really wanted to tell you about though, was that you were all greasy like you haven't showered for days and you were wearing high top white Cons with gross logger socks, like green and brown plaid shorts from eighth grade, and an old primus shirt with a really, really stretched out neck hole. I think this dream means I'm obsessed with the early nineties.
Whit
Last Night, She Said.
Wow, what a fucking evening. I'm so sick. I'm so tired. And I'm so pissed about it. It all started when Stevo stopped by 186 to catch some O.C. PotLuck leftovers. We sat around the table with Kyle for a bit before heading to Bside to grab some cheap happy hour drinks served up by Sivan and her trainee Willis. They kept me pumped up on Vodka Cranberry (since I was sick I opted for the juice instead of tonic) while Stevo and I laid claim to the pool table. Eventually Builder cruised through to partake in the happiest of hours. It was cool to see some Dan (of Matt Pond) and the young barrister Gideon in the bar. Its been awhile since I've seen Gideon, and each time its a distinct treat. Karen rolled through for a couple of drinks as did Jordache. Around 10pm Karen, Sivan and I headed downtown with my evening plans in heavy deliberation.
Karen and I cruised back to 186 and had a PBR with Builder before he took off for the Franz Ferdinand show at the Bowery. My plan for the evening had been to go with him, but my increasing lack of wellness kept me on the fence. I am currently fighting a serious cold, but the consistent calls of my friends who were requesting my presence got me motivated. With my window of opportunity growing ever smaller, I decided, just in the nick of time, to run out of the apartment and jump in a cab.
Much to my relief, Franz Ferdinand had yet to take the stage as I approached the front entrance of Bowery. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I looked across the bar and saw the faces of Noah, Beach, Builder, Daylen and Mr. Oveis. We met up and headed above ground to take our place in the crowd for what was my first time seeing the Scottish wonder boys. All we had to do was wait.
My foggy memory coupled with my lack of sleep will prevent me from articulating how good this band performed. They played MOST of the hits. I say most because those cheeky bastards didn't play my favorite track off their debut record, Dark of the Matinee, which left me a little disappointed but even more revved up to see them again at Coachella.
Sidenote: I purchased my flight and my Coachella Tickets yesterday, so it is now official.
Despite the flu their drummer was fighting, these four guys from Glasgow really brought the rock. Don't hold me to this, but I believe they opened with the track Shopping for Blood and then followed that up with a killer rendition of Jacqueline (aka Better on Holiday). They also played their singles Take Me Out and Darts of Pleasure, but they played the version Darts of Passion which can be found on the Ep, Darts of Pleasure. The gem of the entire evening was their energy filled tune, This Fire which had my head banging, hips shakin and feet tapping. They gave NYC a little shout out by changing one of the courses to: This fire is out of control we're gonna burn this city, New York City. It was everything I had come to expect from these guys, and I hope they continue to be as arty/indie/dancey/fuckingrockandroll as they are now. I highly recommend this band, this album and their lifestyle. It may just change the way you feel about music.
After the show, Oveis, Builder and I headed back to the neighborhood. Karen was passed out when I got back, but we watched a bit of Lost in Translation which may be the best film I've seen in ages, but I believe that has been established. Now I'm at work, practically dying, but let me tell you, it was all worth it.
Good Times Roll Update.
FYI faithful readers, today is the day that 186 finally gets the internet. That means that I will be able to devote more time to this website and hopefully get Builder to create a new template so you can stop looking at these heinous shades of green. Expect big changes in the near future. People get ready!
Here's the News. Sorry It's So Late, but I Spoil You.
Pitchfork reports that The Hold Steady are preparing their debut album, The Hold Steady Almost Killed Me, which will drop in march. They are also planning to embark on a mini tour so catch them if you can. They are a solid rock act, and ex Lifter/Puller for all you junkies out there.
Pitchfork also publishes the complete track listing for their We Are The World mix tape for December 2003 and January 2004. I have to bow to this one. These people know how to pick the hits.
Filter gives the Shins a thumbs up for their Valentine's Day show at Irving Plaza. I hope the Shins continue to reach out and touch the masses with their beautiful pop songs.
The Independent sits down with the southern boys of My Morning Jacket. Jim James compares his sets to football. I have a new favorite band.
Spin covers the 5th Annual Voodoo Music Experience in New Orleans and gives mad props to the man and the myths: Iggy and the Stooges.
I still have to get my hands on this Bloc Party's 7inch. If any of you have leads, please help me out. It may be my favorite band I've never heard.
And finally, 75 Words or Less agrees with me regarding LCD Soundsystems' new single. This shit is so hot it will strip the paint off your ass.
What's doing tonight? Let me know. I may make it out of the house.
Some of you may wonder why I continue to love my friend Whitney who graced us with his presence last weekend. Even though he destroyed my apartment, he still manages to pass on emails like this one. Read this and you may just understand the affinity:
My man,
Last night I had this dream that you and I were at Disney World and I had to do this big concert thing with Madonna. At first I was all psyched but then I had to wear roller skates and do all these choreographed moves while she sang and like hug her all sexual and shit. Also I guess the whole thing was sponsored by Starbucks because while I was roller skating around in some tight jeans and a leather vest, I had to hold a Starbucks cup full of coffee. And I was sucking at skating, I just kept eating shit and spilling really hot coffee on Madonna and I was worried she would get pissed because I was burning her and shit. Then she bit my ear all sexy and hard and grunted while shaking her head, "I love rough play." Then they were getting ready for some big finale where Madonna was going to strike a pose front and center of the stage and all these fireworks were going to go off behind her. But I just kept sliding all around and running into all these other dancers that were dressed like those crazy bird guys from that Bill Cosby movie "Leonard Part 6." Finally right before the finale, the producer/choreographer told me that I had to literally kiss Madonna's ass and hold it there for the finale. I rolled over to Madonna and pushed her down and jumped off stage but sprained my ankle. You picked me up on your shoulder and we ran away from the police. The part I really wanted to tell you about though, was that you were all greasy like you haven't showered for days and you were wearing high top white Cons with gross logger socks, like green and brown plaid shorts from eighth grade, and an old primus shirt with a really, really stretched out neck hole. I think this dream means I'm obsessed with the early nineties.
Whit
Last Night, She Said.
Wow, what a fucking evening. I'm so sick. I'm so tired. And I'm so pissed about it. It all started when Stevo stopped by 186 to catch some O.C. PotLuck leftovers. We sat around the table with Kyle for a bit before heading to Bside to grab some cheap happy hour drinks served up by Sivan and her trainee Willis. They kept me pumped up on Vodka Cranberry (since I was sick I opted for the juice instead of tonic) while Stevo and I laid claim to the pool table. Eventually Builder cruised through to partake in the happiest of hours. It was cool to see some Dan (of Matt Pond) and the young barrister Gideon in the bar. Its been awhile since I've seen Gideon, and each time its a distinct treat. Karen rolled through for a couple of drinks as did Jordache. Around 10pm Karen, Sivan and I headed downtown with my evening plans in heavy deliberation.
Karen and I cruised back to 186 and had a PBR with Builder before he took off for the Franz Ferdinand show at the Bowery. My plan for the evening had been to go with him, but my increasing lack of wellness kept me on the fence. I am currently fighting a serious cold, but the consistent calls of my friends who were requesting my presence got me motivated. With my window of opportunity growing ever smaller, I decided, just in the nick of time, to run out of the apartment and jump in a cab.
Much to my relief, Franz Ferdinand had yet to take the stage as I approached the front entrance of Bowery. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I looked across the bar and saw the faces of Noah, Beach, Builder, Daylen and Mr. Oveis. We met up and headed above ground to take our place in the crowd for what was my first time seeing the Scottish wonder boys. All we had to do was wait.
My foggy memory coupled with my lack of sleep will prevent me from articulating how good this band performed. They played MOST of the hits. I say most because those cheeky bastards didn't play my favorite track off their debut record, Dark of the Matinee, which left me a little disappointed but even more revved up to see them again at Coachella.
Sidenote: I purchased my flight and my Coachella Tickets yesterday, so it is now official.
Despite the flu their drummer was fighting, these four guys from Glasgow really brought the rock. Don't hold me to this, but I believe they opened with the track Shopping for Blood and then followed that up with a killer rendition of Jacqueline (aka Better on Holiday). They also played their singles Take Me Out and Darts of Pleasure, but they played the version Darts of Passion which can be found on the Ep, Darts of Pleasure. The gem of the entire evening was their energy filled tune, This Fire which had my head banging, hips shakin and feet tapping. They gave NYC a little shout out by changing one of the courses to: This fire is out of control we're gonna burn this city, New York City. It was everything I had come to expect from these guys, and I hope they continue to be as arty/indie/dancey/fuckingrockandroll as they are now. I highly recommend this band, this album and their lifestyle. It may just change the way you feel about music.
After the show, Oveis, Builder and I headed back to the neighborhood. Karen was passed out when I got back, but we watched a bit of Lost in Translation which may be the best film I've seen in ages, but I believe that has been established. Now I'm at work, practically dying, but let me tell you, it was all worth it.
Good Times Roll Update.
FYI faithful readers, today is the day that 186 finally gets the internet. That means that I will be able to devote more time to this website and hopefully get Builder to create a new template so you can stop looking at these heinous shades of green. Expect big changes in the near future. People get ready!
Here's the News. Sorry It's So Late, but I Spoil You.
Pitchfork reports that The Hold Steady are preparing their debut album, The Hold Steady Almost Killed Me, which will drop in march. They are also planning to embark on a mini tour so catch them if you can. They are a solid rock act, and ex Lifter/Puller for all you junkies out there.
Pitchfork also publishes the complete track listing for their We Are The World mix tape for December 2003 and January 2004. I have to bow to this one. These people know how to pick the hits.
Filter gives the Shins a thumbs up for their Valentine's Day show at Irving Plaza. I hope the Shins continue to reach out and touch the masses with their beautiful pop songs.
The Independent sits down with the southern boys of My Morning Jacket. Jim James compares his sets to football. I have a new favorite band.
Spin covers the 5th Annual Voodoo Music Experience in New Orleans and gives mad props to the man and the myths: Iggy and the Stooges.
I still have to get my hands on this Bloc Party's 7inch. If any of you have leads, please help me out. It may be my favorite band I've never heard.
And finally, 75 Words or Less agrees with me regarding LCD Soundsystems' new single. This shit is so hot it will strip the paint off your ass.
What's doing tonight? Let me know. I may make it out of the house.
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