Happy St. Get Loaded Day!
Today is St. Patrick’s Day which means hordes of New Yorkers will be getting smashed to celebrate a holiday whose traditions are as Irish as a leprechaun. I’d like to know how many of the jackasses who use this day as an excuse to get tanked on green beer really know what this holiday’s back story. We should find more saints to equate with liquor. What if St. Francis had a celebration where patrons celebrated by drinking jager till they puke? Or we could start celebrating St. Maxamillian Kolbe’s memorial day with a shot of heroin. He was the patron saint of drug addicts. We could also go around fucking ugly people on St. Drogo’s day. He was the patron of unattrative people. Why are Christians so weird?
Does The Pope Shit In The Woods?
Last night I managed to up the biggest Big Lebowski fan in existence. While at the Mercury Lounge, Dr. Beach asked me if I would like a cocktail. I retorted, “Does the Pope shit in the woods?” This didn’t come across to clear so I repeated myself for him. He had no idea what I was talking about so an explanation ensued. I claimed that it was one of The Dude’s lines, but he remained positive that it wasn’t. He attempted to bet $100 on his certainty, but the $16 I have in the bank wouldn’t really cover it. We decided on a tequila shot. After returning to the pad, I popped in the DVD and confirmed that The Dude replies to Jackie Treehorn’s question regarding a refill of his White Russian with that quote.
Moral of the story is: Nobody fucks with the Jesus. And by Jesus I mean
Living With Kids.
Yesterday it dawned on me that I may have the two best roommates in NYC. Despite my anal nature and fickle attitude when it comes to a clean ship, Kyle and Builder are so easy to get a long with and they make it impossible to be in a bad mood. For instance, I returned home last night pissed because of the weather and the long day that accompanied it. Kyle was already home and the place wreaked of the good stuff. Kyle emerged from his room properly pie eyed and ready to chat. He told me the longest story about having to carry a meat slicer around Manhattan. His sensation story telling methods will make your sides split. Couple him with Builder who recently taught me the Merlin, and you have a recipe for good times.
British Invasion: Day 2.
Last night Stevo, Oveis and I met in front of the Mercury Lounge in less than ideal conditions. The weather wasn’t going to stop us from catching sets from a couple of Brit bands who were both performing their first gig in New York City and America. I sincerely hope one of these bands that we’ve caught makes it huge so I have something to affirm my coolness. You can bet I’ll be telling my grandkids I was in attendance when Razorlight played their first gig. Grandkids? What the fuck am I talking about?
We strolled in and caught up with Beach before heading to the back room to see the four beanpoles, which make up Razorlight, take the stage. These guys looked like picture perfect junkies. They were skinny as hell, scruffier then hobos and were spouting out jumbled messes of words in barley discernable English accents. The lead singer reminded me of Iggy Pop with out the self mutilation though they did have a song about it. His entire appearance mirrored Iggy. He should check his birth certificate to make sure he isn’t illegitimate.
Their set didn’t knock me down, but it did deliver hits like Rip it Up and Stumble and Fall. Their songs have a grit and grime to them, but they don’t shy away from the pop sensibilities of their predecessors. To be quite honest, they are like the Libertines, but not as punk rock. Their guitars could have been louder, but they did the trick. They didn’t seem very practiced which is something I really like. It adds some space for messing up, which they did, but the integrity of the music isn’t hurt because it never really existed. It’s easy to see why they have been selling out venues in the U.K. (they even dropped the Brixton Academy name), but they may have a tough time breaking in the states. If they start getting press in major U.S. publications, than their mugs could carry them into the land of Pete and Karl.
Athlete was slated to close out the evening’s affairs. They are another U.K. four-piece who made their first pilgrimage to our shores. They played warm pop songs that had a white boy reggae feel to them. It was as though some one was trying to make a Sublime / Postal Service mash up. It definitely leaned to the former band, but they tried to layer some of their songs with blips and beeps that make Postal Service so much fun. It isn’t my particular bag, but they were having a lot of fun which translated over to the crowd. It was a sweet piece of the pop pie that may see some success in America.
A Dash Of News.
Courtney Love might be the dumbest person ever. She can't keep her mouth shut in court, but her hearing was granted a delay. I bet the kids with tickets for the Bowery show are excited to see this crazy bitch in action.
Why don't I own the new Descendents record, Cool to be You, yet? Because no one will buy it for me. The same goes for this record. I need to burn a copy from Sullivan.
If you are unlucky like myself, you will be braving the snow while our brothers and sisters bask in the heat of Austin. At least Filter hasn't forgotten about us.
What were you doing in grade school? Certainly not selling out CBGB's or getting press in the Guardian much like Lil GNR.
If you have yet to hear the new Strokes tune featuring Regina Spektor, I recommend you do so immediately. It's great even though she sucks.
50 Cent actually cares about his music. That's something rarely seen in an artist that has as much exposure as 50.
This show would have been amazing. Mick Jones, who produced the Libertines debut record, joined them onstage. The gig also featured the insane 80's Matchbox Bline Disaster and Miss Black America.
Can you imagine having a class with Dre from Outkast? Well, it may become a reality.
The new Voice catches up with the rest of the press. This week they have features on TV on the Radio and the Liars. They also published the new Consumer Guide.
CTC get some big coverage in the NYT.
Enjoy some new Do's and Don'ts international style.
Today's Ipod mix included: LCD Soundsystem, Yeah 12"; Junior Senior, Shake Your Coconuts (DFA remix), All Night Radio, Spirit Stereo Frequency.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day which means hordes of New Yorkers will be getting smashed to celebrate a holiday whose traditions are as Irish as a leprechaun. I’d like to know how many of the jackasses who use this day as an excuse to get tanked on green beer really know what this holiday’s back story. We should find more saints to equate with liquor. What if St. Francis had a celebration where patrons celebrated by drinking jager till they puke? Or we could start celebrating St. Maxamillian Kolbe’s memorial day with a shot of heroin. He was the patron saint of drug addicts. We could also go around fucking ugly people on St. Drogo’s day. He was the patron of unattrative people. Why are Christians so weird?
Does The Pope Shit In The Woods?
Last night I managed to up the biggest Big Lebowski fan in existence. While at the Mercury Lounge, Dr. Beach asked me if I would like a cocktail. I retorted, “Does the Pope shit in the woods?” This didn’t come across to clear so I repeated myself for him. He had no idea what I was talking about so an explanation ensued. I claimed that it was one of The Dude’s lines, but he remained positive that it wasn’t. He attempted to bet $100 on his certainty, but the $16 I have in the bank wouldn’t really cover it. We decided on a tequila shot. After returning to the pad, I popped in the DVD and confirmed that The Dude replies to Jackie Treehorn’s question regarding a refill of his White Russian with that quote.
Moral of the story is: Nobody fucks with the Jesus. And by Jesus I mean
Living With Kids.
Yesterday it dawned on me that I may have the two best roommates in NYC. Despite my anal nature and fickle attitude when it comes to a clean ship, Kyle and Builder are so easy to get a long with and they make it impossible to be in a bad mood. For instance, I returned home last night pissed because of the weather and the long day that accompanied it. Kyle was already home and the place wreaked of the good stuff. Kyle emerged from his room properly pie eyed and ready to chat. He told me the longest story about having to carry a meat slicer around Manhattan. His sensation story telling methods will make your sides split. Couple him with Builder who recently taught me the Merlin, and you have a recipe for good times.
British Invasion: Day 2.
Last night Stevo, Oveis and I met in front of the Mercury Lounge in less than ideal conditions. The weather wasn’t going to stop us from catching sets from a couple of Brit bands who were both performing their first gig in New York City and America. I sincerely hope one of these bands that we’ve caught makes it huge so I have something to affirm my coolness. You can bet I’ll be telling my grandkids I was in attendance when Razorlight played their first gig. Grandkids? What the fuck am I talking about?
We strolled in and caught up with Beach before heading to the back room to see the four beanpoles, which make up Razorlight, take the stage. These guys looked like picture perfect junkies. They were skinny as hell, scruffier then hobos and were spouting out jumbled messes of words in barley discernable English accents. The lead singer reminded me of Iggy Pop with out the self mutilation though they did have a song about it. His entire appearance mirrored Iggy. He should check his birth certificate to make sure he isn’t illegitimate.
Their set didn’t knock me down, but it did deliver hits like Rip it Up and Stumble and Fall. Their songs have a grit and grime to them, but they don’t shy away from the pop sensibilities of their predecessors. To be quite honest, they are like the Libertines, but not as punk rock. Their guitars could have been louder, but they did the trick. They didn’t seem very practiced which is something I really like. It adds some space for messing up, which they did, but the integrity of the music isn’t hurt because it never really existed. It’s easy to see why they have been selling out venues in the U.K. (they even dropped the Brixton Academy name), but they may have a tough time breaking in the states. If they start getting press in major U.S. publications, than their mugs could carry them into the land of Pete and Karl.
Athlete was slated to close out the evening’s affairs. They are another U.K. four-piece who made their first pilgrimage to our shores. They played warm pop songs that had a white boy reggae feel to them. It was as though some one was trying to make a Sublime / Postal Service mash up. It definitely leaned to the former band, but they tried to layer some of their songs with blips and beeps that make Postal Service so much fun. It isn’t my particular bag, but they were having a lot of fun which translated over to the crowd. It was a sweet piece of the pop pie that may see some success in America.
A Dash Of News.
Courtney Love might be the dumbest person ever. She can't keep her mouth shut in court, but her hearing was granted a delay. I bet the kids with tickets for the Bowery show are excited to see this crazy bitch in action.
Why don't I own the new Descendents record, Cool to be You, yet? Because no one will buy it for me. The same goes for this record. I need to burn a copy from Sullivan.
If you are unlucky like myself, you will be braving the snow while our brothers and sisters bask in the heat of Austin. At least Filter hasn't forgotten about us.
What were you doing in grade school? Certainly not selling out CBGB's or getting press in the Guardian much like Lil GNR.
If you have yet to hear the new Strokes tune featuring Regina Spektor, I recommend you do so immediately. It's great even though she sucks.
50 Cent actually cares about his music. That's something rarely seen in an artist that has as much exposure as 50.
This show would have been amazing. Mick Jones, who produced the Libertines debut record, joined them onstage. The gig also featured the insane 80's Matchbox Bline Disaster and Miss Black America.
Can you imagine having a class with Dre from Outkast? Well, it may become a reality.
The new Voice catches up with the rest of the press. This week they have features on TV on the Radio and the Liars. They also published the new Consumer Guide.
CTC get some big coverage in the NYT.
Enjoy some new Do's and Don'ts international style.
Today's Ipod mix included: LCD Soundsystem, Yeah 12"; Junior Senior, Shake Your Coconuts (DFA remix), All Night Radio, Spirit Stereo Frequency.
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