The holiday season usually signifies a slow down of sorts, but in my line of work (yes, that of academic administration) it means shit is totally bananas. Students seem to have so many needs at this time of year - exams, registration and general bullshit. For this reason my blog posts may come few and far between, but please hang in there. We will return to our regular update schedule in the very near future. This reminds me, if you are someone who can help me out, I'm looking to get out. I'm tired of my office. I'm tired of working in an industry I generally don't care about. I'm tired of humping the same old procedures without any opportunity for creative development. My walls are tope. My desk is gray. My computer is black. My office doesn't have a door, and I'm surrounded by paper. Labels, publications, public relations firms, booking agencies, marketing firms - anyone - I'm on the auction block. Someone help a driven kid out. Though I often sound like a mess, it's all a front. Ok, maybe it's not all a front, but I'm good at what I do - no matter what it is.

Shut The Fuck Up And Do Something.

So enough bitching and onto the weekend recap. It was a return to the basics that began with the Sinead O'Concert at Webster Hall on Friday night. If you don't know by now, Sinead released a dub or reggae or whatever album this year, and this tour was completely devoted to that record. It wasn't bad, but then again, I'm not the foremost authority on that genre of music, but I can tell you she curses like a sailor. After we closed up shop, Gigs, Christine and I cruised by the Mercury to drop off some towels. It wasn't my intention to go all that crazy, but we found Jersey Dan, Beach, Beana and Adam getting a serious drink on in the front bar while Death of Fashion did their thing in the back. Eventually Amy and Fiona from the Sinead camp showed up to hang and before I knew it, it was 3:30am, I was drunk and without dinner. After a massive Ray's session it was off to the couches.

Saturday was what someone with a limited vocabulary (read: me) would call Super Rad. The day began when Noah met me at 186, and we cruised over to Splashlight Studios where Nate, Homer, Anthony and Matt awaited our arrival. Nate and I are putting together a piece for SLAP that will cover some of our favorite up-and-comers, so Nate reserved one of the studios to shoot Sam Champion and The Big Sleep. After some coffee and a fight over iTunes Nate got down to business and took the Champion photos and then hit up The Big Sleep. Once they finished up, Noah and I managed to get a ride from Gabe downtown.

The plan was simple; rent Fade to Black and hang out on the couches. For some reason the Gods didn't want this to happen. Stevo and I finally found the movie after our third or fourth stop, but then our VCR was a dick so we couldn't run the DVD player. Eventually we rigged the entire operation - well, I rigged it, Noah and Stevo just sat there and laughed at me - so we could watch the film while the VCR tried to eject a nonexistent tape. Anyway, that film still rocks and if you like hip hop or concert documentaries at all, check it out. More folks started to trickle in as evening approached. First Sonya, Gabe and Danny (who knows everything about every movie ever made) popped in followed by Nate, Dee, Kyle, Matty G, Hawk Rock, Dan, Erin, Ackerman and Jack.

The crew had assembled to pregame before parading to the Mercury Lounge for an asault by The Big Sleep. Once again I had yet to eat dinner, so by the time the band went on, I was on my way to a bad way. They destroyed and for the first time I really paid attention to what Gabe did on the kit. The guy never lets up and is incredibly comfortable behind the rhythm wheels. Unfortunately we took a mid-set tequila shot that really jarred the memory, but it was aural bliss to the max.

On Sunday Christina and I met for a brief meeting before Jack stopped by to pick me up. We headed to Park Slope to pick up Chernin and meet Gabe, Danny and their friends for a game of pick up football. It's been awhile since I've played which was more then apparent when I twisted my knee. This prevented me from going to the Park Slope Holiday Hang. I was laid up all night with ice on my knee and a computer in my lap.

Upon going to bed, a trip to the hospital seemed to be in my Monday cards, but I woke up feeling 50% better and able to walk with a painful limp. It was a hellish day at work, but afterwards I was lucky enough to score a ticket to the Knicks game thanks to Dana. We met Kathy and Damien in our awesome seats behind the Knicks bench. We quickly housed some beers, hotdogs and nachos before settling into watch the Knicks get dismantled by the Milwaukee Bucks. If you're wondering, yes, Dana had a Bucks hat on along with some kraut. It's great how she'll support her hometown no matter what, especially while the legions of Knicks fans are booing their own because the Knickerbockers are getting blown out by 20 despite an awesome performance by the rookie Channing Frye. Nate Robinson also played a solid game in that he hustled until the bitter end and even took on the big guys at the basket. They may look like garbage now, but if Crawford starts playing well the Knicks might have a bright future.

We capped the chilly evening with some Beraket and some Monday Night Football. Now the knee is at 75% and I'm listed as questionable for Sunday's game. Did you attend the SESAC or Vice holiday parties last night? I missed both, but thanks to the kids for the invite. I hope they kicked ass and everyone is nursing some serious hangovers, (a la Cara).

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