Kyle Makes Me Feel Like Shit.
That broken ankle bastard of a man has me rethinking my evenings. While a large group of kids were hanging out in the living room watching a film, Kyle was sitting in the lime green thrown jamming away on his laptop. After awhile I asked him if it was his colloquium that he had been working on. He has written a huge rational and is now one step ahead of me in the graduation game. This means that I may have to disappear for a couple weeks and get my shit together. Don’t be surprised if I fall off the face for a bit, but believe me, if I ever resurface (hell, if I even fall off) it will be big. So big that you may want to wear your old shoes out so the new ones don’t get scuffed up.
Anticipation Rocks.
Yesterday’s office hours were spent daydreaming about Kill Bill. The film’s official DVD release is today, but I knew some shop on St. Marks would have the title ready for purchase. Noah and I checked out FYE after a quick lunch at the Waverly Diner.
Sidenote: Have you all experienced the glory of the Waverly Diner? I have been going to that joint since way back. Credit must be given to Christine Larson for introducing me to its goodness. Christine and I spent many hours discussing absolutely nothing of terrible importance over tuna melts and toasted corn muffins. The Waverly (as it is often refered to) is located on the northwest corner of 6th Avenue and Waverly. Tell them the president sent you.
The clerk at FYE gave a hesitant, “It’s not out till tomorrow,” response when I asked whether or not it was in stock. It felt as though his pause was to give me enough time to flash him some scratch, but I wasn’t going to pay five or ten dollars extra when I knew Norm’s would have it.
After work, I barreled through the rain to Astor Place Wines and Spirits to pick up a huge bottle of Canadian Club that would help keep me indoors this week. The shit is so cheap over there right now, so if you have a strong fondness for that brand of whiskey (I’m looking at you Cami) than cruise over to Astor Place and score the cheap big bottle.
With libations in hand, I pressed on to Norm’s. The clerk had some band news for me. Apparently they have been selling the DVD for weeks, but they were now out of them. It was on to Kim’s where I found numerous copies on the second floor. The clerk in this store was talking to some dude with a British accent. When I looked up, it was this writer for Nerve named Grant whom I’ve grown to know through this photo blog.
With the new gear in hand, and some more on the way thanks to Noah Champion, I was on my way home to hang out before the crew showed up. The dudes seemed to multiply last night. First it was Hawkins who cruised into 186 followed by Kyle, Noah, Matty G, Stevo, Lowel and eventually a D who was a welcomed entrant since she lacks the Y chromosome that was prevalent in all who preceded her. We ordered some grub and settled into Tarantino’s senior directorial effort.
If you haven’t seen Kill Bill than you don’t really know what you are missing. It is for anyone who loves a good revenge story, samurai flick, action movie, spaghetti western, anime picture or Tarantino film. The film is visually stunning and the nod to grindcore gore is genius. It will make you cringe at times, but keep your eyes open because you won’t want to miss a second. This has gotten me all too pumped up for Volume II which comes out this Friday.
Also, if you are wondering the name of Uma's character, Gawker posted that it's stated in this article from the TNY.
Shut Up Jay. Give Me Rock.
In the absence of all things music, I would like to post an email that was sent by Danni Tumbleweed aka Mohawk Jones aka Needsa Culkin regarding the second Unicorn’s set last night at the Knitting Factory. It is a solid recap of what I would expect from those crazy Canadians who hate condoms and love dancing.
In case you missed the 11pm Unicorns show last night at the Knitting Factory, I thought perhaps you might like to hear the highlights. Or lowlights. Depends on how you see it, because it was hilarious yet frivolously frustrating, (Mmm...Alliteration).
"Max Groadie, the World's Best Roadie," apparently the band's roadie, came out wearing a mullet wig and motorcycle glasses. He was either wasted or tripping or, as I came to think as the night went on, just kind of a dramatic jackass. Anyway, the Unicorns' set was almost rhythmically interrupted by Max as he grabbed microphones (broke one)
and told the crowd he was going to kill them, that he was crazy, invited them to kill him, told them all that when we die it's going to be something new, something different, and we can't imagine it, but he can (prompting me to wonder, where does he get his LSD, and can he spare some?).
At the onset of the show, he took out one of those cute-as-hell honey containers shaped like Pooh and poured Honey all over himself and into his mouth and well, it was pretty hilarious, until he got honey on the guitars and one the band members, and the keyboard. Equipment was stickified and fucked up, and after taking the stage an hour and 15 minutes late, they played I'd say a total of 35 minutes of music or so, the rest spent on in-between-song-banter, trying to get Max under control, going to wash off the honey, and getting the opening band's guitar because the Unicorns' own guitar was so honeyed up. But that ever so lovable we-will-stand-here-and-not-move, remembering-instead-how-things-were-once-better crowd at the knitting factory seemed to get a kick out of it.
Nice work Mohawk. Nice work. Oh, and did you notice (I'm sure you have) but your email address is a direct threat to all those in the Washington D.C. area code? You bastard.
Business At Hand.
Go figure. As soon as I write a post concerning my need to buckle down, I remember a number of things that are going on this evening. Don’t blow your load during the week though. We have a long weekend ahead of us. Tonight’s goodies include:
1. Drinks @ Bside in Honor of Jen’s Birthday.
2. Brendan Benson @ The Mercury Lounge (playing w/Mike & Will Realistic)
3. Blonde Redhead w/ Secret Machines @ Bowery Ballroom (Soldout!)
Hopefully I can muster the strength and wherewithal to abstain from my studies and forge ahead in the name of rock and tequila.
Tuesday's News Shorts.
Muse's lead singer Matt Bellamy fucked up his own face due to rock enduced raging. As of right now, the NYC show is still in the air, but things aren't looking good as Matt was flown to NYC to see a plastic surgeon. We may have to wait until Coachella to see these kids.
In other English boy band news, Blur is busy finishing up their new Ep while Albarn plans to head to Africa to get some afrobeat action on the new Gorillaz record.
Hot Hot Heat are still at work on the new record. Get the info here.
I love the MC5 but this tour does not sound like a good idea. Are they still going to do Black Power chants? The same could be said about this tour.
As I've told you before: Go See This Band!
Way to go Karen O! If I were you, I would have dumped Angus after that second record. Karen O! is now shacking up with Spike Jones.
Is it better to burn out or fade away. Well, Debbie Harry of Blondie is hoping the former is true. She gets an interview with Rolling Stones since she is now a diva.
A little late, but not to bad. Dave Eggers of Spin figures out why he loves the Kings of Leon. Make sure to read the ending, its classic.
Yuck.
Make sure you are near a TV at 8:30 this evening. You won't want to miss this press conference.
Today’s Ipod Mix included: The Strokes, Hard to Explain; Wipers, Messenger; Constantines, Thank You for Sending an Angel; Superchunk, Never to Young to Smoke; Beehive & the Barracuda, Cooped Up Like a Slave; Wilco, War on War; Junior/Senior, White Trash; Joy Division, Leaders of Men.
That broken ankle bastard of a man has me rethinking my evenings. While a large group of kids were hanging out in the living room watching a film, Kyle was sitting in the lime green thrown jamming away on his laptop. After awhile I asked him if it was his colloquium that he had been working on. He has written a huge rational and is now one step ahead of me in the graduation game. This means that I may have to disappear for a couple weeks and get my shit together. Don’t be surprised if I fall off the face for a bit, but believe me, if I ever resurface (hell, if I even fall off) it will be big. So big that you may want to wear your old shoes out so the new ones don’t get scuffed up.
Anticipation Rocks.
Yesterday’s office hours were spent daydreaming about Kill Bill. The film’s official DVD release is today, but I knew some shop on St. Marks would have the title ready for purchase. Noah and I checked out FYE after a quick lunch at the Waverly Diner.
Sidenote: Have you all experienced the glory of the Waverly Diner? I have been going to that joint since way back. Credit must be given to Christine Larson for introducing me to its goodness. Christine and I spent many hours discussing absolutely nothing of terrible importance over tuna melts and toasted corn muffins. The Waverly (as it is often refered to) is located on the northwest corner of 6th Avenue and Waverly. Tell them the president sent you.
The clerk at FYE gave a hesitant, “It’s not out till tomorrow,” response when I asked whether or not it was in stock. It felt as though his pause was to give me enough time to flash him some scratch, but I wasn’t going to pay five or ten dollars extra when I knew Norm’s would have it.
After work, I barreled through the rain to Astor Place Wines and Spirits to pick up a huge bottle of Canadian Club that would help keep me indoors this week. The shit is so cheap over there right now, so if you have a strong fondness for that brand of whiskey (I’m looking at you Cami) than cruise over to Astor Place and score the cheap big bottle.
With libations in hand, I pressed on to Norm’s. The clerk had some band news for me. Apparently they have been selling the DVD for weeks, but they were now out of them. It was on to Kim’s where I found numerous copies on the second floor. The clerk in this store was talking to some dude with a British accent. When I looked up, it was this writer for Nerve named Grant whom I’ve grown to know through this photo blog.
With the new gear in hand, and some more on the way thanks to Noah Champion, I was on my way home to hang out before the crew showed up. The dudes seemed to multiply last night. First it was Hawkins who cruised into 186 followed by Kyle, Noah, Matty G, Stevo, Lowel and eventually a D who was a welcomed entrant since she lacks the Y chromosome that was prevalent in all who preceded her. We ordered some grub and settled into Tarantino’s senior directorial effort.
If you haven’t seen Kill Bill than you don’t really know what you are missing. It is for anyone who loves a good revenge story, samurai flick, action movie, spaghetti western, anime picture or Tarantino film. The film is visually stunning and the nod to grindcore gore is genius. It will make you cringe at times, but keep your eyes open because you won’t want to miss a second. This has gotten me all too pumped up for Volume II which comes out this Friday.
Also, if you are wondering the name of Uma's character, Gawker posted that it's stated in this article from the TNY.
Shut Up Jay. Give Me Rock.
In the absence of all things music, I would like to post an email that was sent by Danni Tumbleweed aka Mohawk Jones aka Needsa Culkin regarding the second Unicorn’s set last night at the Knitting Factory. It is a solid recap of what I would expect from those crazy Canadians who hate condoms and love dancing.
In case you missed the 11pm Unicorns show last night at the Knitting Factory, I thought perhaps you might like to hear the highlights. Or lowlights. Depends on how you see it, because it was hilarious yet frivolously frustrating, (Mmm...Alliteration).
"Max Groadie, the World's Best Roadie," apparently the band's roadie, came out wearing a mullet wig and motorcycle glasses. He was either wasted or tripping or, as I came to think as the night went on, just kind of a dramatic jackass. Anyway, the Unicorns' set was almost rhythmically interrupted by Max as he grabbed microphones (broke one)
and told the crowd he was going to kill them, that he was crazy, invited them to kill him, told them all that when we die it's going to be something new, something different, and we can't imagine it, but he can (prompting me to wonder, where does he get his LSD, and can he spare some?).
At the onset of the show, he took out one of those cute-as-hell honey containers shaped like Pooh and poured Honey all over himself and into his mouth and well, it was pretty hilarious, until he got honey on the guitars and one the band members, and the keyboard. Equipment was stickified and fucked up, and after taking the stage an hour and 15 minutes late, they played I'd say a total of 35 minutes of music or so, the rest spent on in-between-song-banter, trying to get Max under control, going to wash off the honey, and getting the opening band's guitar because the Unicorns' own guitar was so honeyed up. But that ever so lovable we-will-stand-here-and-not-move, remembering-instead-how-things-were-once-better crowd at the knitting factory seemed to get a kick out of it.
Nice work Mohawk. Nice work. Oh, and did you notice (I'm sure you have) but your email address is a direct threat to all those in the Washington D.C. area code? You bastard.
Business At Hand.
Go figure. As soon as I write a post concerning my need to buckle down, I remember a number of things that are going on this evening. Don’t blow your load during the week though. We have a long weekend ahead of us. Tonight’s goodies include:
1. Drinks @ Bside in Honor of Jen’s Birthday.
2. Brendan Benson @ The Mercury Lounge (playing w/Mike & Will Realistic)
3. Blonde Redhead w/ Secret Machines @ Bowery Ballroom (Soldout!)
Hopefully I can muster the strength and wherewithal to abstain from my studies and forge ahead in the name of rock and tequila.
Tuesday's News Shorts.
Muse's lead singer Matt Bellamy fucked up his own face due to rock enduced raging. As of right now, the NYC show is still in the air, but things aren't looking good as Matt was flown to NYC to see a plastic surgeon. We may have to wait until Coachella to see these kids.
In other English boy band news, Blur is busy finishing up their new Ep while Albarn plans to head to Africa to get some afrobeat action on the new Gorillaz record.
Hot Hot Heat are still at work on the new record. Get the info here.
I love the MC5 but this tour does not sound like a good idea. Are they still going to do Black Power chants? The same could be said about this tour.
As I've told you before: Go See This Band!
Way to go Karen O! If I were you, I would have dumped Angus after that second record. Karen O! is now shacking up with Spike Jones.
Is it better to burn out or fade away. Well, Debbie Harry of Blondie is hoping the former is true. She gets an interview with Rolling Stones since she is now a diva.
A little late, but not to bad. Dave Eggers of Spin figures out why he loves the Kings of Leon. Make sure to read the ending, its classic.
Yuck.
Make sure you are near a TV at 8:30 this evening. You won't want to miss this press conference.
Today’s Ipod Mix included: The Strokes, Hard to Explain; Wipers, Messenger; Constantines, Thank You for Sending an Angel; Superchunk, Never to Young to Smoke; Beehive & the Barracuda, Cooped Up Like a Slave; Wilco, War on War; Junior/Senior, White Trash; Joy Division, Leaders of Men.
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