Alone Together.
After yesterday’s busy day at the office, I cruised over to Hawkin’s apartment. He skipped town for the week, and I figure it is my civic duty to keep his pad company while he is on holiday. So I managed to get the girls in the third floor apartment to buzz me in. The key situation needed some sorting out, but after some rummaging through the empty apartments in search of keys, I found what was needed to make me a permanent resident. With the joy of living alone on my mind, I rode Blue Steel down to 186 to bid farewell, (not really) to my roommates.
Kyle just got a couple turn tables so I spent a few minutes mixing a War record with some funk whose name escapes me at the moment. He has a killer set up going in his room, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Studio 186 opens soon. Ian from the Mud Spot stopped by to hang out while I cooked us some fucking amazing dinner. At this point of my life, I’m starting to consider culinary school. Cooking is the one activity that brings me peace. When you are cooking something, you are completely locking into a process while everything outside of it seems unimportant. It’s truly a beautiful thing.
Builder, Beach and Rob cruised in during our kitchen hang. They were taking strides to get shitty prior to heading to the Bowery for Wrens and Hold Steady show. I’ve been so tired lately that rock hasn’t been on the agenda, but tonight I’m hoping to finally see Robbers on High Street and Benzos. I’ve managed to be at their shows, but it doesn’t feel like I’ve actually seen either of these bands. If you are going, try to get there early for Johnny Lives, I don’t really know their sound, but I can vouch for Johnny.
Anyway, I packed a bag of clothes and rode back to what I’m calling my new apartment. It is the sickest fucking apartment I’ve ever populated. Smoking bones on the terrace while sipping Corona’s is a cathartic experience I recommend you try. Later in the evening the now homeless Zangrilli sister’s stopped by. They needed a place to crash so I bit the bullet and welcomed new roommates into my home. Hawkins, sorry for using your house like a hostel, it’s only temporary.
On a sidenote: It seems like I signed up for a My Space account during some midday boredom. Does anyone know how to use it? Find me and hook me up. My last name is Belin or Bail'n pending on what time of day it is.
Guns For Show. Knives For A Pro.
*** Did A Rod hit 6 home runs in one game? No. Did Derrick Jeter complete an unassisted double play? No. Did Vasquez pitch a no hitter with 27 strike outs? No. Last night’s Yankee record wasn’t a good one. The Bronx Bombers got wasted by the Indians 22-0. TWENTY TWO TO ZERO! Come one guys. A week ago we had a 10 game lead and now the Sox’s are knock knock knock’n on Joe Torre’s door.
*** Carrie "I'm the cutest" Von Bondie decides to split with the band following a perfomance across the pond. It doesn't sound like there is any bad blood, but maybe she started dating Jack White. You heard it hear first, (I'm joking).
*** Matt D. from RANA has joined the blogsphere. Check out his digs. Stay updated on his 15 bands and his relatives. Matt is so cute he makes me want to have kittens.
*** Glassons, a clothing company in New Zealand, has a fresh new face fronting their line. Check her out. You know her. We love her.
*** Pete gets off a bit easy. Though the Libertine is facing jail time for his weapons offense, the sentence will be suspended. Does this mean he will show up at their Webster Hall gig?
*** Music gets political. CNN gives us the breakdown of where artists are standing on the firmly divided political landscape. Do we listen to the Boss or the Nugge? I'm so conflicted. What's the deal with mentioning Ministry, but leaving out Fat Mike? Oh yeah, Ricky Skaggs needs a Culkin.
*** Check out the solid review These Bones received in the latest Fashion Follower update. Viva la Bones!
*** Check out the Top 100 records of the 1970's in the opionion of the wordy, tasteful staff of Pitchfork.
*** I always thought Bobby Knight's antics like hitting players and throwing chairs were hilarious. Now someone at CBS agrees.
*** The Faces play a bit of a reunion show during a Rod Stewart concert out in California. I bet they sounded fantastic.
*** Does any band kick more ass than these guys? Why did it take me so long to catch on? Check out their Bowery shows in early October. This band kills live.
After yesterday’s busy day at the office, I cruised over to Hawkin’s apartment. He skipped town for the week, and I figure it is my civic duty to keep his pad company while he is on holiday. So I managed to get the girls in the third floor apartment to buzz me in. The key situation needed some sorting out, but after some rummaging through the empty apartments in search of keys, I found what was needed to make me a permanent resident. With the joy of living alone on my mind, I rode Blue Steel down to 186 to bid farewell, (not really) to my roommates.
Kyle just got a couple turn tables so I spent a few minutes mixing a War record with some funk whose name escapes me at the moment. He has a killer set up going in his room, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Studio 186 opens soon. Ian from the Mud Spot stopped by to hang out while I cooked us some fucking amazing dinner. At this point of my life, I’m starting to consider culinary school. Cooking is the one activity that brings me peace. When you are cooking something, you are completely locking into a process while everything outside of it seems unimportant. It’s truly a beautiful thing.
Builder, Beach and Rob cruised in during our kitchen hang. They were taking strides to get shitty prior to heading to the Bowery for Wrens and Hold Steady show. I’ve been so tired lately that rock hasn’t been on the agenda, but tonight I’m hoping to finally see Robbers on High Street and Benzos. I’ve managed to be at their shows, but it doesn’t feel like I’ve actually seen either of these bands. If you are going, try to get there early for Johnny Lives, I don’t really know their sound, but I can vouch for Johnny.
Anyway, I packed a bag of clothes and rode back to what I’m calling my new apartment. It is the sickest fucking apartment I’ve ever populated. Smoking bones on the terrace while sipping Corona’s is a cathartic experience I recommend you try. Later in the evening the now homeless Zangrilli sister’s stopped by. They needed a place to crash so I bit the bullet and welcomed new roommates into my home. Hawkins, sorry for using your house like a hostel, it’s only temporary.
On a sidenote: It seems like I signed up for a My Space account during some midday boredom. Does anyone know how to use it? Find me and hook me up. My last name is Belin or Bail'n pending on what time of day it is.
Guns For Show. Knives For A Pro.
*** Did A Rod hit 6 home runs in one game? No. Did Derrick Jeter complete an unassisted double play? No. Did Vasquez pitch a no hitter with 27 strike outs? No. Last night’s Yankee record wasn’t a good one. The Bronx Bombers got wasted by the Indians 22-0. TWENTY TWO TO ZERO! Come one guys. A week ago we had a 10 game lead and now the Sox’s are knock knock knock’n on Joe Torre’s door.
*** Carrie "I'm the cutest" Von Bondie decides to split with the band following a perfomance across the pond. It doesn't sound like there is any bad blood, but maybe she started dating Jack White. You heard it hear first, (I'm joking).
*** Matt D. from RANA has joined the blogsphere. Check out his digs. Stay updated on his 15 bands and his relatives. Matt is so cute he makes me want to have kittens.
*** Glassons, a clothing company in New Zealand, has a fresh new face fronting their line. Check her out. You know her. We love her.
*** Pete gets off a bit easy. Though the Libertine is facing jail time for his weapons offense, the sentence will be suspended. Does this mean he will show up at their Webster Hall gig?
*** Music gets political. CNN gives us the breakdown of where artists are standing on the firmly divided political landscape. Do we listen to the Boss or the Nugge? I'm so conflicted. What's the deal with mentioning Ministry, but leaving out Fat Mike? Oh yeah, Ricky Skaggs needs a Culkin.
*** Check out the solid review These Bones received in the latest Fashion Follower update. Viva la Bones!
*** Check out the Top 100 records of the 1970's in the opionion of the wordy, tasteful staff of Pitchfork.
*** I always thought Bobby Knight's antics like hitting players and throwing chairs were hilarious. Now someone at CBS agrees.
*** The Faces play a bit of a reunion show during a Rod Stewart concert out in California. I bet they sounded fantastic.
*** Does any band kick more ass than these guys? Why did it take me so long to catch on? Check out their Bowery shows in early October. This band kills live.
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