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Pissed and Hungover...
While looking at myself in the mirror this morning, I couldn't help but think that in some sick way I've distorted the meaning Advent and transformed it into some perverted drunken mess. Last night was amazing, and right now I'm paying for it.
It all started at my favorite time of day, Happy Hour. I strolled up to Bside to see Sivan who was working her bar. She kept the drinks flowing and the conversation rolling. Its always a pleasure to stop into a bar that is run a bitchin girl who treats you like a champ. Karen came through and we all did a little catching up.
Liz reminded me that I was late to the Flavorpill holiday party, so I jumped in a cab and met her by her apartment. We walked into a solid party down at the office. There was a ton of free booze and even more cool people. I haven't been around the office since summer time so see kids like Sascha, Mark, Keats, Jen, Peter, Jocelyn and the list could roll on. My friend Megan also works in the office now, so it was great to hang and drink some wicked party punch, (it rivaled mine). The office was decked out, and I'm really excited to get back down there and start working in the evenings.
By this time I was half in the bag and we had to run out to meet the Beach's at the Mercury. We rolled in and ran into all the kids who were there to catch the Headset's show. We caught the tail end of the Orange Park show and the Hong Kong's entire set. I wasn't impressed by the Hong Kong. I've seen them before and they have the potential to put together a great set, but last night, something seemed off. I'd try to elaborate, but right now, I'm incapable and there are movers her to pack my desk up.
Quick News Bites...
Here are two reasons I should've been in London the past couple days. (one and two). New York is played. I need to jump ship and head across the pond.
Michael Jackson is charged with 7 counts of baby fucking and 2 counts of drugging them. Put him away so we can all forget about him. The King of Pop is dead.
I can't wait to go back to Pennslyvania to see this on the big screen. I also can't wait to go home to visit Walmart who seems to be making a move into the download market.
Noah just passed me this link. It's a hilarious blog list of the Top OC moments of 2003.
Thats it for now. Let me know what's in the mix for this evening.
Tonight's Plans
So here is the rundown for Thursday evening. Try to catch up with me if you get the chance. I will be heading to Bside to see my long lost lovely bartender Sivan. Its been ages, and I couldn't be more excited. Around 8pm I'm going to head to the Flavorpill holiday party. By 10pm I'm hoping to be at the Mercury Lounge to catch Orange Park and the Hong Kong. If you can get to that show early, go check out my good friends, the Headset. Give me a shout if you are interested.
Guess who's DJ'ing...
That's right folks, I'm hitting the decks at Bside in the New Year. Sivan has been kind enough to give me Sunday, January 18, 2004. There will be no excuses because its the night before Martin Luther King Day, so those of you with jobs can't crap out. Come and drink cheap beer while shouting requests at me.
More Holiday Party Good Times...
When visualizing an ultimate Holiday Party there are a few key elements that will make it great. Free booze, free food, hooking up with random co-workers and solid tunes are essential to the success of any festive soiree. Last night a couple of these variables were neutralized at the annual NYU Law party. I regret to say that there was no hooking up and the music was limited to a guy playing stuffy piano bar style music. However, the booze was definitely free and it afforded me the chance to get drunk with Lauren, my new co-worker. This meant that I started boozing at 4pm. The spread was amazing. There was so much food. There was even an antipasto table which appeased the Italian side of me.
Following the party, Lauren and I hopped into a cab and shot over to the Beach's where we met the good doctor and Liz before heading to the Mercury Lounge to catch the Mobius Band. These three kids have an interesting thing going. I have to say it is very Radiohead, and yet it really appealed to me. They have a fresh sound and though their roots lie in the guitar, bass and drums formula, they play with a lot of toys during their set. I hope to see these guys again very soon.
I then ran over to my apartment to catch the NYE episode of the O.C. It was fantastic. Seth's aunt and her crazy escapades made for an interesting night. Poor Ryan. He couldn't drop love bomb on Marissa, but eventually he came around. Ok, enough of that.
During the show my 3rd roommate showed up and put a bed on his loft. Does this mean he's moving in? Who knows? It's been three weeks and we are still waiting.
I got back to the Merc while Lookout Records up-incomers the Oranges Band were playing their last few tunes. This five-piece has three guitars in it which can make for some loud rock, but it suited my mood. Their pop nature mixed well with the straight ahead riffs that often times referenced NYC bands such as the Strokes.
Last on the bill was Max and the boys of the Natural History. They played a decent set that was marred by equipment problems that included two straps breaking. They played all the hits from their record Beat Beat Heartbeat. I think their whole Elvis Costello meets the less punk side of Wire is a great mix and its a sound that no one else is pulling off these days. Check them out next time they play the city.
Beach and I stuck around the Merc to have drinks with Alec and a friend of a friend who was in from Argentina. I don't remember this kid's name, but he had us spellbound with his tales of traveling around the world. As the night raged on, we found ourselves being the last couple kids in the bar. At one point we were talking old Ska music and show promotion with Issac Green who was a pretty nice guy.
It was another night of good people, good music and good times.
Here's some news...
Though I may be linking to Pitchfork again, my feelings haven't changed since yesterday. Eric Marth can eat it. Here is their Top 50 Singles of this year. Their #1 is undeniable.
Franz Ferdinand give NME the skimmy on their future full-length which is slated for Febuary 9th.
Jack White and the rest of the Cold Mountain cast must be pleased with their Golden Globe nomination.
Yeah, this is a great idea. P Diddy can't be stopped.
Morrissey takes his act back to the studio. Will Britpop ever die? Let's hope not.
Guardian lets us know who won and who lost in 2003. Yeah, the Darkness are here, but will they stay. I know one guy who is hoping so.
That's a lot of clams. Rolling Stones tour figures from Chartattack.
That's all for now. I'm trying to fuel back up for the more parties this evening.
Allow me to retort...
Dear Pitchfork Media,
I would like the home address of your contributor Eric Marth so I can go to his house and take a dump in his living room. His bullshit list of Dumbest Hipster Trends of 2003 (scroll down the page) is complete rubbish. I can understand a distaste for Embracing Popular Culture, but this guy should take a second to remove Thom York's dick from his mouth so he can dictate a new list to his assistant.
Let's think about this for a second. Why would anyone bash Pabst? It is a delicious, cheap beer and for most of us, who operate within the indie circut and base our purchasing decisions on our financial status, its the perfect brew. So fuck you Eric. Grow some balls, put down your Heineken keg can and shotgun a PBR.
You also bad-mouth Parliaments. You should be shot. Not only is it a fine cancer stick, but it also makes it easier for the kids to do drugs. I'm sure your grandma licking ass can't understand that.
Now I'm really getting hot. You have the nerve to piss on the Apple innovation that has swept the nation. Who wouldn't want an Ipod? You have the opportunity to carry around your entire catalog in your back pocket, and you would deny yourself the pleasure because you think it is a trend. If I had your address, I would come by and punch you where your balls should be. Enjoy carrying your disc man you poser.
And finally, let's explore the idea of dancing. When did that become a "trend." I guess it started when cunts like yourself began labeling it as "uncool" so you could impress the goth teenagers at a Evanescence show. Go fuck yourself. If you can't enjoy an evening of getting sweaty while boogying with your best gal pal, then you should move to Berlin and join a Neo-Nazi movement.
You are a king amongst blow-hards. Congratulations.
Sincerely,
Jay Belin
Good Times Roll
One more try. But its gonna be short.
My apologies to all the warriors out there. Last night I decided to ditch out on all holiday activities and stay close to home. I managed to open up a Blockbuster account and got knee deep into some shitty flics. Eventually Cami came over and we had some wine with words. Then D, Kyle, Cami and I headed to a cheap Mexican joint on Houston and Clinton. The fajitas I had were absolutely amazing which leads me to believe that I have a new cheap eats fave in the hood. We went back to the APT to finish up the evening. I hope those of you who went to Lance's Party or the Startime Party had a solid time.
Check this Shit Out.
An old friend, John Watts, has finished a clay animation short titled Clay Pride. Check out this hilarious film here and vote for his work.
Check out this weeks issue of Flavorpill. My friend Liz wrote a great review of the new Unicorn's record that does it justice. I bumbled through write-ups for the Startime Party and the Joe Strummer Tribute.
Here are some pictures of Jason Von Bondies face after Jack White had the pleasure of destroying it, (from The Modern Age). The spokesperson for Jack White claims it was self defense, but good god damn it doesn't look anything like it.
The Times gives us the skimmy on Bowie's Madison Square Garden Show. Its good to hear that Mr. Glam is bringing back the good ole guitar rock.
The kids in the Onion's A.V. Club give us a run down on what they thought was the haps of the craps in the year 2003. Its nice to see such an eclectic range of music on their lists.
Pitchfork recaps 2003's biggest music news. It was a year of losses. Strummer, Smith, Cash, Palmer and let us not forget three of the boys from the Exploding Hearts. R.I.P.
This Evening...
So tonight shouldn't be as tame as last night. I'm planning to head home after my work Holiday party at the Law School. Then I'm heading to the Mercury Lounge to see what the Mobius Band is all about. Then we are gonna run back to my place to see my favorite T.V. program. By 10:15pm we should be back at the Merc to see the Natural History.
Holidays = Parties
This time of year is often characterized with high stress attitudes and "to do" lists nearly a mile long. Whether your bothered by gift buying, holiday travel or final taking, one thing is for certain; with the New Year approaching rapidly, the party scene is beginning to pick up. Everyday there is a new email or friendster post announcing another holiday bash with one of three things promised: eggnog, Christmas cookies or making out. In any case, count me in. I'm planning to run a gauntlet of holiday parties throughout the next few days. Pushing yourself to exhaustion is all part of getting into the holiday spirit. This rush is worth the payoff. Nearly 2 weeks off of work will be spent at home doing absolutely nothing while watching crummy reality TV programs.
I'll be back later with party updates.
Go Birds: Monday Night Football and Me
Last night was spent taking a much needed night off. Its been awhile since a serious hang out has been in full effect. Stevo stopped by my apartment before we headed to the Beach's to watch the game between the Eagles and Dolphins while waxing over a couple of PBR's. The Eagles won so the lead warrior was more than pleased, and I was happy because I wasn't too wasted.
Street Fightin' Man: This could get fun.
With the recent Detroit Rock City rumble that took place between Jason Von Bondie and Jack "I'll Kick Your Ass Twice" White, it got me thinking that if this kind of thing happened more often, maybe there would be less indie rock. So I've decided to carve out some fights that would make scenes a bit more edgy if they actually occurred.
Los Angeles: The Bronx vs. Hoobastank (Outcome: Are you serious? Did you see the cover of The Bronx's last record. They would kick anyones ass.)
Detroit: Von Bondies vs. Slumber Party (Outcome: No question. The girls of Slumber Party wail on the Von Bondies whose egos are now the size of guitar picks.)
Philly: Burning Brides vs. The Vexers (Outcome: I hate the Burning Brides and Jen Vexer sounds so punk that she could kick your ass in the pit and out drink you.)
San Francisco: The Vue vs. The Pleased (Outcome: The Vue is lulled to sleep by The Pleased's dreamy rock songs.)
New York(1): Interpol vs. Stellastar* (Outcome: Carlos D uses his black magic to levitate Stellastar* and place them in a cage over the Hudson River.)
New York(2): The Strokes vs. The Realistics (Outcome: The Realistics decide to make the fab five not so pretty.)
New York(3): Sam Champion vs. These Bones (Outcome: I don't know what will happen, but I can't wait to see it. Don't fuck with Ryan, he looks like he can handle himself.)
Seatle: The Blood Brothers vs. Pretty Girls Make Graves (Outcome: Who gives a shit, I hope they both beat each other to a pulp.)
International: The Libertines vs. The Vines (Outcome: Pete Libertine passes out while Craig Vines has him in a sleeper hold, but Carl Libertines knocks out Craig with the Aussie's own bong.)
Finally a bit of quick news...
The Darkness proudly wave their middle fingers at the Pop Idol record as their Holiday song climbs the UK charts.
The Vines firm up their sophomore release's date. Listen to a cut on their web page.
Test your knowledge and take Rolling Stone's 2003 Pop Quiz. But I warn you; it asks questions about John Mayer's height.
That's all for now.
Realistics Updated Website...
I have just received word that the Bklyn boys of the Realistics who own the new-no-wave scene, have just updated their webpage. Check it out here and check them out at the Irving Plaza, Joe Strummer tribute show.
No Weekend Update. Just the news...
In case you didn't watch TV, talk to anyone, read the paper or log on: U.S. Troops finally caught Saddam.
Sticking with the Times, The Rapture apparantly know that the funk comes first.
No more Detroit Love? Jack White and Jason Von Bondie get into a tiff at the Von Bondies record release party.
Things go from bad to worse for industry guru Phil Spector.
Lauren Hill tells it like it is in reference to the Catholic Church. Hey, if priests are here to perform God's will, does that mean God fucks little boys? (From David Cross's record).
Ricky Gervais discusses the reasons why their hit BBC comedy, The Office, has become such a tele stapple.
Fuck Yeah. Time to get excited.
The Killers get band of the week at Rock Feedback. I have yet to hear these guys, but people around town can't stop chatting about them.
Here is a bitching Keith Richards profile from 1976. Read it while it's still free.
So the weekend was a bit of a bust, but I did manage to get nice and loaded.
Big Happy Birthday wishes go out to Mr. Kevin "freak" Smith.
Check This Out...
Everyone go to Google and type the word "failure" into the engine. Then press the I'm Feeling Lucky button.
Don't forget to vote in the next election.
Interpol Loves Sam Champion...
Ok folks I know what you might be thinking; Paul Banks and the dark boys of Interpol wouldn't have a fondness for the jangle pop of Sam Champion... would they? Well, maybe they don't know who Sam Champion is, but after being present at the Luna gig last night, its safe to say that Carlos D and Banks know the score.
Before heading to the Luna Lounge a pile of kids stopped by 186 for some preshow knifers and bevvies. We stretched it out as long as possible before heading to Luna Lounge to watch Noah, Jack and Ryan lay it down. After having a winded discussion with Lance about the beer prices at Luna (why do most of the bevvies cost something that end with 50 cents?), we made our way to the back room for some rock.
Sam Champion did it again last night. All of a sudden I find myself singing along and it hits me, these guys have a solid song craft. At first I was nervous because the mix seemed to piercing, but that was just SC bringing it hard for the opening track. There was a new song in there that (to me) had a real U2 or Oaisis feel to it, but it was only the chord progression, the rest of the song had the patented SC fuzzed out, country fried rock sound. Mix this with all the hits, a sloppy Neil Young cover and Jack sans the glasses and you end up with an eye-catching show that leaves you feeling good about going out.
We shot back over to 186 for a post party that rocked to the early side. I had to pull the plug on the kitchen hang around 2:30am so I could catch some winks. It was great to see all the kids come out and support these guys. I had a lot of fun, I hope you did too.
Oh, and just so he knows I didn't forget... Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan Sean Sullivan
There will be no puking in the Office...
The Whit sent another killer link. If you haven't seen these guys in a major magazine yet, check out Emocapella's web site. This is the dumbest thing every, and yet I'm drawn to it.
Noah asked Robert Smith to come to the show last night to sing their cover, but he was too busy playing his own gig.
Pitchfork Media swears off jadded opinions for a day and attempts to hock some product.
It's official, you must now call him Sir Mick.
Robert Plant is looking for love in all the wrong places. I don't know what the lure is, but he sure is digging for some praise.
Poor little Craig Nichols. Such a troubled soul a wash in a sea of shitty song titles.
One drunk footballer and horrible airline food is not a good mix. Vinnie Jones shows us why.
If its more country tunes you desire, head back to the Luna Lounge on Sunday. The Daily news gives us a preview.
Time Out takes a minute to define the "True New Yorker." If "seeing—or be seen in—a sucky band at CBGB" makes you a New Yorker, than call me mayor.
That's it. I know its early, but lets cook something up for tonight.
Getting tonight started.
Ok folks, here is the info. Prior to the Sam Champion show, I'll be throwing a preparty at mi casa. Call or email me for the address. It's a BYO style and its just a little effort to get the kids together.
Holy Shit, ESG!!!
I was just browsing the NYC bloggers when I came across a link at Coolfer for a new Bklyn club called The Hook. While scrolling through their calendar I nearly freaked out. ESG is playing with TV on the Radio on the 20th of December. I couldn't be more excited for a show.
The Stand in...
Fuck hangovers. Fuck everyone who doesn't have one right now. And Fuck alcohol for being so delicious. Oh and for the record fuck the kids who aren't at work right now fighting for their lives against the most wicked of hangovers.
Back to the task at hand. Last night I was a stand in for Dan at Erin's holiday work party. I know we have all been to these parties before, but this one was out of control. It was The Lustgarten Foundation's Holiday Rock & Roll Bash 3 featuring JD & the Straight Shot. The party was at B.B. King's in the heart of Times Square. It was my first trip into that joint, and I must say, its a killer space.
It was fairly intimidating walking into this room full of suits and old money, but after a glass of red wine and some munchies the spirit began to flow. Erin introduced me around, but the room was so overly crowded it was impossible to carry out the chatty banter that comes with meeting work mates. Erin made a charge to the bar and we found ourselves in front of the biggest shrimp cocktail ever. We proceeded to take a shot of Jager and score a Grey Goose with tonic. Then they opened up the buffet lines so the bar area thinned out a tiny bit. We managed to pound down a couple more shots and drinks before the festivities got under way.
By the time six of the Radio City Rockettes made it to the dance floor, Erin and I were faced and pounding champaign. They did their thing while Erin and I discussed which one I would pick if given the chance. Trust me, it was difficult. Following their dance, the video piece Erin worked on was shown to the room. It was pretty hilarious, but there were a lot of inside jokes so I just laughed like a jolly fat man with the rest of the suits. We b-lined it upstairs for a smoke before some guy made a speech about something I probably don't care about.
Standing in the middle of Times Square for a smoke was kind of weird, but we were so fucking hammered at this point that it didn't matter. We went back downstairs and took more shots and drank more champaign with Missy and George. George was this guy from New Zealand, and he wouldn't stop asking me if I knew The Datsuns. Erin and I snuck off to the buffet and grabbed some eats before joining those two on the dance floor for some Rolling Stones covers. At least, that's what I think happened.
Some quick news...
My Morning Jacket hit the road, but they skip NYC. WTF is up with that? Hopefully they will schedule something at the Bowery.
There is a new Kill Rock Stars compilation on the way and they are promising exclusive Superchunk tracks.
NME gets the skimmy on the new Vines album. Psychedelic is a good way to go.
David Cross is up for a grammy. His record is fucking hilarious. Go buy it now!
ABC pulls a Fox like move during the Peanuts Christmas Special. They have been sent to bed without any dinner.
New Winter Contests posted at Prefix. Featuring goodies from the Strokes, the Stills, Spike Jones, David Cross and many more.
Vincent Gallo gives Buffalo a piece of his mind. This is pretty fucked up.
Sorry about this, here is some sports news. It's a sad day for the Yankees.
That's it, come back for details on tonight.
Startime International Holiday Party
Here is an email from camp Startime:
As evidenced by the erratic behavior of sundry New Yorkers this past week StarTime can clearly tell that the holiday season is in full swing. Although the competition is stiff, a bold prediction can now be made: this soiree will be the most fun holiday party you will attend all year. Really.
FEATURING: THE JOGGERS, DOCTOR DOCTOR (robert palmer cover band), DJ EUCHO
Where?
The Pussycat Lounge (96 Greenwich St)
By Train: Take the 1 or 9 downtown to Rector; or the 4 or the 5 downtown to Wall Street; or the N or the R to downtown Rector
When?
Tuesday December 16th, 2003 9:00pm-2:00am
Beverages
Free Brooklyn Lager 9-10pm
Free Vodka 9-10pm
(so arrive early!)
Now listen up! It will cost a grand total of THREE DOLLARS to get in. This money will go to pay the Joggers who have traveled from Portland, OR so that you can shake your booty next week. Don't stiff them. And come early for those free beverages.
Please let me know if you are coming. StarTime would be heartbroken if you couldn't make it.
Love,
StarTime International
Wednesday's Music News...
First of all let me say that I just got a flu shot after waiting for 1 hour and a half. It was a pain in the ass, but the doctors their told me we are in for one hell of a season. Friends, get out there and protect yourself. You don't want to miss any Good Times because you caught a spot of the flu.
Dear Pixies: Thank you for coming back in anyway shape or form. I'm highly anticipating this release.
This sounds like a party I won't want to miss. Hopefully Graeme will still be in the Glasgow area, and if not, its gonna be a roadtrip, limey style.
Speaking of the Scots, someone at Spin seems to dig Franz Ferdinand.
Can anyone hear that? Its the sound of Noah getting excited.
Pitchfork Media gets their Marquee Moon Reissue review correct. Television is one of those bands whose greatness cannot be denied.
The Darkness, Junior Senior, The Libertines, Kings of Leon, The Postal Service and many more solid records make the Rolling Stones' Top 50 of 2003. For all the hits, there sure are a lot of misses.
Hammer don't hurt um. That's right folks, MC Hammer is back to teach us life lessons through a WB sitcom. Could this be as good as LL Cool J's show? Doubtful.
The Onion gives us an amazing headline and a better story.
The A.V. Club drops their Least Essential Albums of 2003 on the public along with a review of The Darkness' Permission to Land. Can you really say the Macho Man's record isn't essential listening. Damn those Onion kids are bold.
The Post covers the Can the Ban movement. I'd like to say that even though I'm not a smoker, it is an essential activity to night life and now that its cold, let the pretty girls back inside.
Thats all for now kids.
Tuesday night is for loafers.
Last night seemed to drag itself out. I stopped by Stevo's on my way home from work and we watched the extra features on the Jackass DVD which were hilarious. Then I headed home and watched a Troy Duffy film called The Boondock Saints which was ok, but nothing to special. It reminded me off all things Tarantino mixed with Scorsese esque religious themes like his first feature, Mean Streets.
Eventually I stepped out and walked over to the Mercury Lounge. Liz met me out front, and we headed into the club just in time to see the last couple songs by Moonraker. I'm indifferent to their music, not because I dislike it, but because I couldn't hear a damn thing over the pack of chatty chaps in the back of the club where we were standing.
We roamed around the club and ran into Matt and Ryan (whose band is playing CB's on NYE), Adam, all the Beachs and the Butt Wiggler. Ok, for those of you who don't know, I'll explain later. As we waited for Metric to take the stage, their were many discussions on why we love Canada and it boiled down to the fact that Metric's leading lady, Emily Haines, is of the Canuck persuasion. It's too bad her lyrics are just a mottled mess of bullshit teenage drama. They reminded me of pop punk music that focuses on not working and bitching about capitalism. They do take a unique stance in blaming the people rather than just the government for America's downfalls, but in the end, I don't care, I just want to rock. Its a tired act, but they still managed to keep the crowd excited including the Butt Wiggler. This guy is amazing. Beach explained that he goes to all sorts of shows and is really on top of the scene. At every show he manages to do the same dance where he double fists beers while sticking his ass out and moving it from side to side. It was truly an amazing sight, and I can't believe I haven't seen him before (or I have and was to drunk to recall). So back to Metric. Their guitar player had a great Joe Strummer aesthetic going for him. It looked as though he was hopped up on speed, and his riffage reflected it. They were really tight, and her range (soft and vulnerable to seething and swaggering) kept me entertained. Though Emily seemed to be way to into herself (with good reason), I would recommend that you check out their melodic dance-punk sytlings before you have to see them at a venue like Irving.
I'm off to get a flu shot before the city runs out. I'll do the news in a bit.
What kind of indie are you?
I stole the link for this indie quiz from Ultragrrrl's webpage.
And my results are:
You're a True Punk. You know that punk isn't all about studded jackets and mohawks. If you're political, you're actually informed. Most of the stuff you love is from before the 80s, though you know bands like Fugazi kept the spirit going.
All I can say is, Fucking Right.
So much rock, is it really only Tuesday?
I was just looking at tonights menu and there is a plethora of options. First up, Metric is playing at the Mercury and I hear Emily Haines (who also performs with Broken Social Scene) will be more beautiful than ever. Second on my to-do-list would be The Rapture's first gig of a three night stand at the Bowery, but who really gives a shit about that band anymore. Finally, if neither of those options has the ability to tickle your fancy, check out DJ Jazzy Jeff at APT. Thats right, I said it. Flavorpill has been kind enough to give us the low on all three events.
Good Times to get you through the workday...
Vice has posted their lastest Do's and Don'ts column here. I can't decide whether the "Drunk Chicks Really Dig Me" t-shirt or the oversized Trucker cap is my favorite. Either way, the hippie bashing is amazing. Keep it up Vice.
And I used to think Unicorns were Gay.
Mondays are often considered the worst day of the week. Anyone who has seen Office Space knows, having a case of the "Mondays" can be a royal pain in the ass. Fortunately, my Monday blew that assumption out of the water.
After work and a final (yup, I'm still in school), I headed down to my friend Liz's apartment for a home cooked meal. Little did I know, Liz has the goods when it comes to working her way around a kitchen. Consumption of turkey chili and spinach ensued, and by 9pm my belly was happy.
Then we scooted over to my place for some quick freshies prior to heading to the Mercury to meet the Beaches and catch some Monday rock. First on our bill was The Self-Starter Foundation's We Ragazzi. They played an interesting set filled with complex driving beats (damn, their drummer can keep some serious time) and some occasionally off putting, melodramatic singing. Their songs were very sparse and they relied on their vocalist's voice a bit to much, but it was still a fun set. Pick up their album, Suicide Sound System, for a decent representation of their overly confident indie rock.
Second on our bill, and the closers of the evening was Montreal's freshest export, the Unicorns. Let me say it now, these guys are a lot of fun, (maybe to much fun). It was one of those sets that sucks you in and demands you to participate or die. They came out in outrageous 8T's style garb with cheap plastic sunglasses, (think Pretty in Pink era). They sifted through a retro pop set that came with layers of fuzz and piles of beats. Their dark, yet hilarious, lyrics made ever hipster in the house smile uncontrollably for the entire hour. Songs titled Jelly Bones, Sea Ghost and Unicorns are People too were lo-fi gems that should be in everyone's doughnut. I highly recommend this band, and if you don't believe me, following their show I bought their debut cd, Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone, which is something I rarely do. Oh, and believe me, the vibe carries over to the recorded material. (RIYL: Pavement, Adam Green, etc).
Funny Stuff...
All you scurvy turds listen up. My name is Captain Sam Bonney and you can find out your pirate name by taking this quiz, (thanks to Chris H. for this link via Friendster).
Things are getting wild in the NYC. But don't worry, NJ told all the people who own guns to get out there and kill them some animals, (thanks to Liz for the link).
You are a very strong people.
Paris anyone? This could be the show of a lifetime. Pixies opening for Red Hot Chili Peppers, be still my heart.
P Funk era funked out with a cocaine twist. Big George gets busted.
I'm happy to hear that the Music have surfaced. They put on one hell of a show.
Yesterday Ozzy's off the pills, but today he takes a spill. Sometimes I can't help myself.
For all you GBV fans: I found a blurb on this special edition demo sale on Billboard. Pre-order yours now while you still can.
Test your knowledge by taking The Rolling Stones Top 500 Albums quiz.
Here is your WTF picture of the day. Britney dressing up in traditional Korean attire.
I don't know what the Sun's problem is. I think the White Stripes look sharp.
Today on the headset: The Unicorns, Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone.
Who's Got a Copy of This?
If you or someone you know has access to this tape, call me, email me or do whatever is necessary to get it to Noah and I.
2 Eggs with Cheese on a Roll...
Instead of laying down what my sorry ass did during the weekend blizzard, I'm going to jump right into the news. I can say that Noah was drunk by 7pm on Saturday, and when Dan and I went on a beer run, he threw down a few dollars and said, "Hey, everyone has to have a Jewish friend."
Also, it is with a half grin that I say goodbye to Paul who flew in for a weekend of Good Times. We miss that kid, but thank god he went back home.
Start off your Monday with a little fun. Choose Your Own Adventure NYC style. Mine ended with an attack from Yoko, (Thanks to Thomas for the link).
The News Tastes Good...
Go figure. Little Craig and the rest of The Vines make their live return at an Autralian festival with the word bake in its title.
Immitation is the highest form of flattery. Hey, maybe the strokes will get Mick Jones to do one of their albums. NME also lets us know that the Strokes/Regina Spektor track is titled Post Modern Girls.
Hendrix Tribute is in the mix. But does anyone care about these artists and their Hendrix renditions?
Ziggy must have blown a little to much Stardust. Bowie catches the flu and postpones his latest attempt to one up the Stones. Maybe Bowie is just to busy modeling for his wife.
Keep the Christmas List handy. Here is another addition.
Ozzy doped up. Who knew?
Finally, Interpol is planning to head back into the studio following the winter season. It is a follow up of Stokes proportion.
Michael Jackson isn't worth "shit" to Sony anymore. Its all about the catalogs (Beatles and Jacko's).
That's all for now. Sorry about all the news regarding old washed up rockers. I'm living in a past that really isn't mine.
Getting psyched for Thursday on the discman: Sam Champion, Live @ Luna.
So while I'm Humping my desk Job, Hawkins is going International...
This is an email I just received from my buddy Hawkins who is on holiday in Africa.
"The Good Times are Rollin' Africa Style: Touched down a couple of hours ago, its almost midnight on Friday. We're traveling with the wife of the Tanzanian UN Ambassador, who's a chraming lady. We were met at the airport by guys with machine guns and escorted to her friends house, which is near K2. The gentlemen is the Cheif Registrar for the Rhwanda Tribunals being held here in TZ - they just convicted first person today for the genocide that took place almost a decade ago. Sure to be a crazy trip."
Friday Night, White Night
A surprise birthday party is happening this evening for a couple of solid friends who have transplanted to the city in recent months. GoGo Dancers and Hotdogs have been promised. If you are lucky, maybe a little makeout action as well.
Songs in the Key of Biatch
For: Christian and Phoebe
Location: The Slipper Room
167 Orchard St.,(Corner of Orchard and Stanton),NY
When: Friday, December 5, 10:00pm
Ok, if you want to join a preparty, or if you want to hide from the snow, give me a shout.
Thank Christ its Friday.
Ok, so the weather outside is looking frightful, but dammit, it's Friday which means that I don't have to ride the cubicle tomorrow. I'm getting a little sick of my desk job, but at this point I have to remind myself that I work with good people which is what really counts. Oh, and I can pay rent. Paying rent is key.
So last night was a bit of a shitfest. It all started with Kyle and I continuing our Tim Taylor like renovations to our new apartment. A bit of advice to those of you looking to clean your carpets: Do not rent a Carpet Doctor from Key Foods. They smell bad and don't do a damn thing to your rugs. By the time we finished, Daylen (aka Double D aka Neighbor) had showed up to hang out prior to heading to the Mike Doughty show at Bowery. Mr. Beach popped his head in momentarily to check the new digs. Eventually Noah, Sean Bones and Sarah cruised through to have a Bud Lite before heading to 7B.
We couldn't seem to find a seat in 7B and after a round of musical chairs Noah labeled me Goldilocks because I couldn't find a seat that was just right. This was due to the fact that all the damn benches, that are against the wall, are heaters and you couldn't sit without getting some serious SWASS buildup. Anyway, Paul showed up and he was in top notch form. We fell into the same old routine of punching each other in the balls and bashing each other verbally. A lot of kids came out, and it was really a top notch Thursday affair. I couldn't make the night last past 2am, but everyone there seemed to be intent on rocking till the early morn. Good Times.
Check out this hilarious Open Letter Link sent to me from The Whit (aka x-boyfriend) in Washington D.C.
Also, check out this book review by the lovely Ms. McDonald. This girl has the touch of a seasoned wordsmith.
And thanks to Mr. McCormick for Paris Hilton's phone number (310.990.7444). Noah has been calling it for weeks trying to set up a make out session. She has since changed the number, but her message is still there.
Read this news or Die...
Holy Shit! Here is a link to the see the Darkness' video for their new Christmas track titled Christmas Time (Don't Let the Bells End). Enjoy. It's amazing. These guys are stunning. Rocking in the snow... genius. And those pants, I gotta get me some of those pants.
Yesterday Howard Stern was going off on Don Imus with great vengeance and furious anger. I'm sure Dan was listening as well. Today the Post gives us the low down.
This was inevitable. You wonder if a guy like John Peel even gives a hoot about this honor. He is a staple of the rock industry and Peel has taken Radio1 along for the ride.
This link is for Sean Bones. He was waxing about Mr. Albarn last night in my kitchen.
My Christmas List is starting to grow. Thank God Jesus was born.
You know what? I should have just linked to all of Pitchfork's news today. The Dirtbombs and Adult are doing a spilt. They are covering one another's songs. This should be interesting. Long live Detroit.
Has anyone seen Elvis in recent years? I'd like to head to the Beacon, but I'm sure the ticket price will be ridiculous. Does he still play the hits?
Smith fans, you know who you are, its time to get excited again.
I think Keith Richards might be a robot. Ok, Ok, a robot or the second coming of the Messiah.
The Independent gets cozy with the Ravonettes and provides us with info we already knew.
When will this migration into the world of politics end? My fondest memory of Krist Novoselic is from that 120 Minutes (I think) live performance where he threw his bass into the air and decided to catch it with his face.
I can all but promise you that these guys won't be anywhere near our Best of 2003 list.
Sorry for all the Christ references.
Getting geared for this weekend with: TV on the Radio, Young Liars EP
Fuck this noise...
So I just read on Melody Nelson that the Yeah Yeah Yeah's are nominated for a Grammy in the Alternative Category. Though I'm happy for these guys and I think the record kicks some serious ass, it feels kind of weird to see this mainstream acceptance. What the fuck is a grammy anyway?
Tonight's Big Show...
If you didn't already know, tonight Bklyn's finest rock outfit, The Realistics are playing a gig with punk rock legends The Buzzcocks.
Here are the specs:
Irving Plaza
December 4
9pm doors 8pm
16+
I'm like a young school girl...
So I'm hoping all of you stayed in your cozy apartments last night drinking wine and watching Fox. They provided me with enough reason to ward off any alluring shows or bevvie opts.
Allow me to rewind for a second. After work I went to Tower Records to pick up the new box set titled No Thanks! The 7T's Punk Rebellion along with the DVD containing the works of Spike Jones and the Marc Spitz novel, How Soon is Never? Though I haven't jumped into the novel yet, I can say I'm happy with my other purchases. The DVD features video's from Weezer (Undone, Buddy Holly), Wax (California), Beastie Boys (Sure Shot, Sabatage), Breeders (Cannonball) and many others that kick serious ass. Go purchase Spike's DVD now. You won't be sorry.
So I cruised back home and to get geared up for the upcoming episodes of The Simple Life and The O.C. Mr. Hawkins came by to get in some necessary hang time before he heads to this country later today. Unfortunately, Josh, Mike and Miriam showed up as Paris and Nicole were arriving on a Dairy Farm. This threw the whole balance off. I ended up painting during the rest of the show, but settled back in for the O.C. Amy and Katie showed up for the Cali goods, and we were all quite surprised when Summer revealed her Wonder Woman present. Seth handled the situation like a champ, but me, I would have gotten nervous and left. Either way, this is a good point to stop talking about the O.C.
So we drank beers till the day rolled over. We were joined by the Zangrilli sisters. Christie brought over some pictures of the Flavorpill Halloween party, so if you have any need to see me in my HipHop gear, just give a holla.
Tonight we will be heading to 7B for the triumphant return of Sir Paul Von Bothe. He has spent the past 6 or 8 months in Wisconsin selling sheet metal to rednecks. I'm so happy he left, but it will be cool to see him again, even if he is on all fours.
The Ticker...
This is for all my readers who are between the ages 12-18. Phantom Planet has lost Jason Schwartzman and gained a hard edge. Hopefully their will be an O.C. Squared so they can provide another boring theme song.
I can't get enough of these E.O.Y. lists. Exclaim gives us their north of the border opinion on the haps of the craps for 2003.
The Michigan circle of life. Isn't it a beautiful thing? Pop + White = genius.
Someone had better tell Hawkins Pham that security at JFK is taking down any Hawkins who attempt to fly out of their airport. While Justin was getting questioned by authorities, Frankie was showing off his goods.
Keith Richards keeping it punk rock so the rest of the Stones don't have to.
The end of an era for a NYC staple. NYU couldn't have any rock seeping into their community.
Spin gets to know the the Scottish four-piece Franz Ferdinand on their recent trip through NYC. Graeme, a native Glasgwegian, exclaims "Long Live the Arch Duke!" Get on the hype train and ride...
If you ask me, NYC is headed in the right direction. I know a lot of my pals are guilty of stealing center pieces.
Lenny Kravitz usually sucks as much as post Zooropa Bono, but this is pretty fucking hilarious.
Song that won't clear from between my ears: Fear, I Love Livin' in the City.
How did this happen?
Ok, so I don't know why it took so long, but I think I'm obsessed with Liz Phair. She is a serious beauty.
Where did I get my Info?
Ok, sorry folks, I don't know where I got my info regarding tonight's gig at Sin-e, but the Natural History are not playing. Bishop Allen is (thanks to Ms. Jinners for the correct Info)! Go check these guys out if you aren't glued to Fox. I'm not gonna be there because of the TV shows. Listen to me. I'm such a fucking poser.
Late B-Day wishes go out to the lovely Ms. Lizzy Costa!
On time B-Day wishes go out to big O, Mr. Alec Oveis!
My Room was on Fire...
It's been awhile since the last update. My apologies. With the move, the holiday, work and school (and girls... well, maybe not) I've been booked up.
So if you don't know, now you know. On Sunday, Dan, Noah, Kyle, D and I packed up 224 Ave B, apartment #6 and headed South of the Border. We found a bitching place (Kyle likes to call it a fixer upper) on Norfolk and Houston, and I couldn't be happier. In fact, we have enough room to have a kitchen table, so you all must come over for a game of spades, a knifer and some High Life.
So let me tell you about my Tuesday night. After I had canceled dinner on Liz, my roommate canceled moving in, which was a kick in the pants. Nonetheless, Noah came over and we watched The Simple Life, which let us both awestruck. Fox has done it again, and thankfully it involves to rich slutty girls. Some highlights include Paris' dickhead discussion about Walmart, the amount of crack Paris was showing and the comment about having a threesome with their new live in brother. Thank god someone had the gull to fund this show. I can't wait to watch them hook up with locals... Oh shit, I just realized their is a "Special" episode on this evening before the OC. Fuckin Eh!
So Noah left, and eventually Stevo came over. At this point it was 11pm and we were enjoying a couple tallboys while duking it out on the N64. We heard this loud popping sound which sounded like jiffy pop. We wrote it off as a heating pipe, but its persistence got me nervous. I stepped out to the kitchen and followed the sound to a window that looks into a shaft way, only to be surprised by flames that were five feet below. I yelled to Stevo to grab his coat and get the hell out of there. I ran into my room to put on my shoes and a coat. After running around trying to figure out what to save (I thought about my Ibook, but it's a piece of shit), I couldn't stop thinking about the Simpsons episode where they have the fire drill and Lisa grabs her trophys. All I could think was, "I don't have any trophys". As we ran down the steps, the windows were covered in flames. I was calling 911 on my way down to the ground floor, and I believe this is what was said to the operator, "Fire, 1X6 Norfolk Street. Get here now!" As we got to the ground floor, there were already police in the hall rushing us out of the building. We waited outside for the better part of an hour. Kyle showed up and kept us entertained. The good news is that the apartment was virtually untouched and we celebrated with another Tallboy. Folks, that was only day 2 in that apartment. Only 363 more to survive.
Is anyone interested in the Natural History w/ Apollo Sunshine gig this evening? Pregame at my house with the OC and then jump 2 blocks to Sin-e. It sounds like a solid Wednesday, write or call me if you are interested.
Finally, I'm glad to be a part of helping fellow Darkness fan and blogger get into one of the best gigs of 2003.
The News is back...
The soon to be Sir Mick avoids the chance of looking like a tabloid hungry dick.
Fuck you if you don't like this duo. I'm excited to hear what they've been cooking up.
I read this article a couple days ago. Is Iggy Pop really that lame? Miami Beach? He needs to go back to Ann Arbor.
Maybe the Onion should talk to Fox about a new series.
I need to work in an environment like this.
It's not just the weirdo's in Washington Square park. Time Out gives us their list of creepy stuff that settled in the city.
Free Williamsburg gives us their rundown on the best and worst of the 2003 music offerings.
That's all for now.
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