I Wear Black On The Outside.
I'm fucking sick of this. If I can't wake up without freezing my ass off then I'm moving. It’s about time to get out of this city and head for high water. My lease (if you can call it that) will be up in December at which point it will be time to hit the road. San Diego sounds like a stretch at this point, but damn it would be nice.
Moving On.
Noah cruised by in the early evening so we could cook some dinner. We made a batch of turkey tacos that were quite delicious. If you didn't know, my new nickname is Ortega.
We got our hang on prior to heading over to the Mercury for another fine set by the Vietnam. We ran into Jen and Asako when we entered the club. Jen told me they now have a permanent 4th roommate in their tiny 3 bedroom. It sounds tough, but she's a trooper. The Vietnam had the early slot on tonight’s bill, but they still managed to play to a decent number of kids. They have a couple of jams that really stick out and last night they delivered. I knew from talking to Joshua outside that he was nicely drunk which may explain why he was so damn sloppy, but their set still shined where it needed to.
Noah, Daylen and I headed back to 186 after the Vietnam's set. The two of them took off for Daylen's place so I just stuck around and got some work done. Around 10:30pm I headed back to the club to see Eugene Mirman's set. He is a stand up comedian that is on Empire's roster (or whatever offshoot of Empire books the comedians). A lot of his jokes flopped and he jumped all over the place, but he did drop a few bombs that had me giving up a healthy gut laugh. The best part of his set was the phone call he had recorded with a collection agency. Mirman also played some videos that were hilarious. One of which was a biographical piece that was so schizophrenic that it had me rolling.
During the changeover I got some chat in with Beach, Dan, Uncle Mike, Cami, DTL, Ben and Liz who had all congregated in the back. Noah and Daylen made their way over before we settled into the lush sounds of All Night Radio. Despite the short set (it felt like 7 songs), ANR delivered the hits including You'll Be On Your Own, We're On Our Wave, and Daylight Til Dawn which was a fitting closer. ANR created huge sound waves that softly swooped through the room and then stormed back down to the floor with some crazy drum fills. Jimi Hey is one hell of a drummer. He was going nuts, but what made him special was the inability to predict where he would take the songs. He was the Bobby Knight of drumming. He abused his kit, but that was the only way he could get what he wanted. They added a bass player to the mix which may be a good decision from what I was told by Noah. With a delightful live show added to their resume, All Night Radio is set to become a favorite in the indie scene.
Fucking People. Not Fucking People.
After work I got a crazy email from one of my best pals back home. He had to tell me that one of our other solids had gotten into some serious trouble and is now in rehab. This kid, who is a dear friend of ours, has developed a habit that requires a lot of money and makes you crazy which lead to him deciding credit card fraud was his best option. He then broke out of his house (his parents had locked him in his room) before being sent to rehab. This is just a minor example of the kids I grew up with. It's starting to fuck with me, but Trevor and I reassure ourselves that this kind of thing isn't going to happen to either of us. With our friends dropping like flies its tough to figure out why we are the last guys standing. All I can say is don't move to Clearfield, PA to raise your kids because though it may seem like candy and kittens when you are young, once you hit 12 years old, things start to get fucked. How did I avoid this lineage? Why was I the one who got out?
Eat My Shorts.
What the fuck is wrong with us?
Does this mean Loretta Lynn is going to fight Marci of the Von Bondies?
The NY Post lets the masses know that Stellastarr* has made with a big profile in the daily. They also take this opportunity to inform us about other unknowns like TV on the Radio and the Rapture?
Cashing in on sucking tits.
Franz Ferdinand get it while the getting’s good. They announce a huge tour.
Another awesome column from Filter. Just kidding.
Junkmedia has new reviews of Runner and the Thermodynamics, Snow Patrol and Broken Social Scene. They all get the same score. Nice and safe.
Har Mar Superstar, whom you may remember from the dance off in Starsky and Hutch, gets heckled by some Texas folk at this year's SXSW. Maybe if he kept his pants on people would stop throwing giant cocks at him.
Today's Ipod mix included: Weezer, Only In Dreams; The Smiths, Unlovable; Bishop Allen, Coupla Easy Things; Pulp, Lipgloss; Pavement, We Are Underused; Led Zeppelin, Since I've Been Loving You.
I'm fucking sick of this. If I can't wake up without freezing my ass off then I'm moving. It’s about time to get out of this city and head for high water. My lease (if you can call it that) will be up in December at which point it will be time to hit the road. San Diego sounds like a stretch at this point, but damn it would be nice.
Moving On.
Noah cruised by in the early evening so we could cook some dinner. We made a batch of turkey tacos that were quite delicious. If you didn't know, my new nickname is Ortega.
We got our hang on prior to heading over to the Mercury for another fine set by the Vietnam. We ran into Jen and Asako when we entered the club. Jen told me they now have a permanent 4th roommate in their tiny 3 bedroom. It sounds tough, but she's a trooper. The Vietnam had the early slot on tonight’s bill, but they still managed to play to a decent number of kids. They have a couple of jams that really stick out and last night they delivered. I knew from talking to Joshua outside that he was nicely drunk which may explain why he was so damn sloppy, but their set still shined where it needed to.
Noah, Daylen and I headed back to 186 after the Vietnam's set. The two of them took off for Daylen's place so I just stuck around and got some work done. Around 10:30pm I headed back to the club to see Eugene Mirman's set. He is a stand up comedian that is on Empire's roster (or whatever offshoot of Empire books the comedians). A lot of his jokes flopped and he jumped all over the place, but he did drop a few bombs that had me giving up a healthy gut laugh. The best part of his set was the phone call he had recorded with a collection agency. Mirman also played some videos that were hilarious. One of which was a biographical piece that was so schizophrenic that it had me rolling.
During the changeover I got some chat in with Beach, Dan, Uncle Mike, Cami, DTL, Ben and Liz who had all congregated in the back. Noah and Daylen made their way over before we settled into the lush sounds of All Night Radio. Despite the short set (it felt like 7 songs), ANR delivered the hits including You'll Be On Your Own, We're On Our Wave, and Daylight Til Dawn which was a fitting closer. ANR created huge sound waves that softly swooped through the room and then stormed back down to the floor with some crazy drum fills. Jimi Hey is one hell of a drummer. He was going nuts, but what made him special was the inability to predict where he would take the songs. He was the Bobby Knight of drumming. He abused his kit, but that was the only way he could get what he wanted. They added a bass player to the mix which may be a good decision from what I was told by Noah. With a delightful live show added to their resume, All Night Radio is set to become a favorite in the indie scene.
Fucking People. Not Fucking People.
After work I got a crazy email from one of my best pals back home. He had to tell me that one of our other solids had gotten into some serious trouble and is now in rehab. This kid, who is a dear friend of ours, has developed a habit that requires a lot of money and makes you crazy which lead to him deciding credit card fraud was his best option. He then broke out of his house (his parents had locked him in his room) before being sent to rehab. This is just a minor example of the kids I grew up with. It's starting to fuck with me, but Trevor and I reassure ourselves that this kind of thing isn't going to happen to either of us. With our friends dropping like flies its tough to figure out why we are the last guys standing. All I can say is don't move to Clearfield, PA to raise your kids because though it may seem like candy and kittens when you are young, once you hit 12 years old, things start to get fucked. How did I avoid this lineage? Why was I the one who got out?
Eat My Shorts.
What the fuck is wrong with us?
Does this mean Loretta Lynn is going to fight Marci of the Von Bondies?
The NY Post lets the masses know that Stellastarr* has made with a big profile in the daily. They also take this opportunity to inform us about other unknowns like TV on the Radio and the Rapture?
Cashing in on sucking tits.
Franz Ferdinand get it while the getting’s good. They announce a huge tour.
Another awesome column from Filter. Just kidding.
Junkmedia has new reviews of Runner and the Thermodynamics, Snow Patrol and Broken Social Scene. They all get the same score. Nice and safe.
Har Mar Superstar, whom you may remember from the dance off in Starsky and Hutch, gets heckled by some Texas folk at this year's SXSW. Maybe if he kept his pants on people would stop throwing giant cocks at him.
Today's Ipod mix included: Weezer, Only In Dreams; The Smiths, Unlovable; Bishop Allen, Coupla Easy Things; Pulp, Lipgloss; Pavement, We Are Underused; Led Zeppelin, Since I've Been Loving You.
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