God bless Rosh Hashanah. Since most of you Hebrews out there were celebrating the New Year yesterday, my office was quite slow which made it a day for me to catch up on some paperwork, (I’m such a fucking herb). Upon entering 186 after the quiet work day, I was startled by Adiera who was in the kitchen preparing harvest food for the roommates holiday dinner. She baked up an apple pie that could rival most I’ve seen. She kept me company until I retired to my bedroom to finish up a recent rental.
As I sat in bed watching the piss-take of a film titled Elephant, I couldn’t help but think that Gus Van Sant was capitalizing on the numerous tragedies throughout the country. The film felt so self effacing and extremely transparent. Van Sant allowed his camera to do most of the talking which was a poor decision on his part. The steady cam work in the hallways of the school was so nauseating, not because of the continuous movement, but because it didn’t lead you anywhere. The see-through character development barely broke the surface of any character, and it didn’t emotionally attach the viewer to anyone in the story. The non-linear nature of the movie may have been the only redeeming quality of the film. Seeing the characters lives woven together through a series of scenes shot from different p.o.v.’s was a nice touch, but then again, it didn’t matter because I simply didn’t care. I’ve been a big fan of Van Sant’s previous work, (My Own Private Idaho, To Die For and Good Will Hunting) but Elephant was downright terrible. Gus, please stop with the fancy camera work and concentrate on the story.
Unfortunately, I’m the type of person that allows horrible films and emotional films to affect my attitude. That’s great news for the filmmaker, but it threw a wrench in my game. Luckily Chernin showed up and we hit the kitchen for another installment of breakfast for dinner. For a jew, Noah sure can cook up some wicked bacon, (I stole that line frome K-money). Kyle did the toast while I rocked the potatoes and eggs. We feasted like kings. Adira hooked us up with some caramelized apple crisps for desert that were so tasty. With a solid meal down the hatch, Noah and I stopped by the Mercury for a quick drink with Beach before walking over to the Bowery.
Last night the stars were aligned because I was lucky enough to get invited to the Rolling Stone party at the Bowery Ballroom. Miller sponsored the event so there was free MGD and Miller Lite all night long. We picked up Ryan Champion and DTL on our way into the venue and after a 15 minute wait we had our first beer. Beach commented on how psyched he was to see everyone in the Bowery double fisting cups of beer. He couldn’t have been more right. While Wolf Parade bounced through a herky-jerky set, everyone aimed to get sauced before the main event. There isn’t much to be said about Wolf Parade except for the one legged Moonwalk their guitar pulls off when he’s singing. When Wolf Parade was finishing up, we popped up the stairs so I could see the Moonwalk from the backside angle. While we were on the steps, Issac came down, and his size surprised me. For a man with such a powerful and commanding stage presence, he is just a small guy. He looks like he could kick some ass if needed.
After their set we ran into Joey and Robin who looked fabulous and poised for the Modest Mouse set. Daylen, Beach and I decided to warm up with a monstrous tequila shot that nearly had me puking. The Bowery was rocking some L.E.S. mixtape that included The Walkmen, The Rapture, Interpol, Bloc Party and The Killers. It felt like a little piece of home.
Now it was time for the main event. Modest Mouse took the stage in the same fashion as the previous evening except the stage didn’t accommodate them as comfortably. They played a similar set, but they mixed it up a bit. They kicked things off with my favorite track 3rd Planet and then rocked out Black Cadillac. The View also came quite early which was another welcomed treat. They also hit us off with a rousing rendition of Paper Thin Walls. They played all the hits from the new album and had me bopping for a solid hour and a half.
The Mouse was kind enough to grace us with an encore. Ryan, Noah and I made our way to the third row of kids and gladly watched them close the set with The Good Times Are Killing Me. Ryan’s love for the percussionist had me in stitches. We were all quite sauced and stuck around talking Chilis with Mia while she gawked at the Melvins drummer. After another round of beers I walked home and called it a day.
*** This is grrrrrreat news for all of us with bikes. Thieves now know how to break into U-Locks. Fuck dude, just leave us alone.
*** Beck doesn't want you to dance... yet. He put a hold on his new record until 2005. Bummed? You bet.
*** The Super Freak was super fucked. Rick James went out in rockstar style; old and druged up.
*** This is strange because I can't figure out if anyone cares?
*** So Dan and Yackie Boy have been raving about this record for quite some time. I may have to give Swedish metal a chance.
*** A great piece on the fallen hero, Johnny Ramone.
*** At this rate, the Strokes will never put out a new record. Julian wasn't happy with the quality of the master so he scrapped the live release.
*** And finally, having big tits can get you in trouble.
*** One more Pitchfork link for you. They are eatting up Bloc Party and rightfully so. I enjoyed this blub about their track especially the DFA name check.
2 Comments:
dude, you've got me into bloc party. they're pretty fucking solid, i'll agree. thanks for that. two more things: first about "u-locks". they are easy to break in two ways. i've had it done to a few of my own bikes and it sucks. either with liquid nitrogen, which freezes the part where the key enters and then allows it to be smashed and opened, or more simply with a crow bar at the perpendicular meeting of the u and the base where the key does not enter (that's a very bad explanation, sorry). the second way is more common, and can be prevented with a small t pipe, like the kind used in plumbing. if you fit that over where the u enters the base it makes the lock a lot harder to crack. but the only fool prool method is abstinence. try not to lock your bike anywhere. that's what i've learned, the hard way. laugh if you will, but i had a bike stolen the same day i bought it. i told you i'm a loser. finally, i loved that link to that article nobody cares about. i laughed pretty hard, because i thought the exact same thing. i guess they had a quota to fill. scat turdly
s.t. it sounds like you have a bit more experience in the matter than anyone would ever welcome. i'm only had one bike stolen and it wasn't even mine. the kid still thinks i sold it for crack money, but that was when i was off the rock. i'm kidding, but getting a bike stolen is no joke.
get your bloc party tickets now. its gonna be hot shit.
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