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Some Early Afternoon Junk.
Breaking the afternoon boredom can be quite difficult. Luckily there are other kids who have the same problem who send me links on my busy days. Speaking of busy days, today has smelled of suckiness. My boss isn't very happy with me because I told her I never want to work again. She then called me out, but I didn't move from my desk. Now I'm being watched like a hawk (but not a good hawk like Hawkins). Here are some links for your viewing pleasure.
Maybe John Kerry should rethink his campaign strategy. Trading high school kids beer for votes is a genius idea though some may frown on it, (thanks Stevo).
An interesting twist on the idea of reparations. At first glance I thought this kid was just another crazy Jewish dude (are there a lot of crazy Jews? I don't know, maybe I'm just upset because you killed my savior), but after thinking about it, it's kind of logical.
So Cami thinks she can start eating meat and then all of a sudden join this organization? Doesn't she have to earn her stripes by eatting hot dogs at Rudy's on 9th Ave? Well, we are happy to have her anyway. Check out the pictures and find the crazy terrorist beard, (werd to Cami).
Who knew PBR was making a comeback? I mean besides every 18-24 year old in this country? Good bless the Blue Ribbon, (cheers Stevo).
Finally, all of you kids with girlfriends, be careful. If she asks you to "talk" the next couple of days, beware. You may be getting the ax. Just turn the goddamn TV off dude, the worst that could happen is that you might have to have sex.
I Intend To Be Independently Blue.
If you haven't seen Monsters, Inc than take some time out of your day, head to Blockbuster and pick up the solid Disney flick. Why am I such a puff? Well, I'm not. Just see the movie, you'll know what I'm saying. When Liz Costa and I saw it opening night back in 2001 we were smitten with delight. Last night I finished my second round of the animation gem and couldn't have been more pleased. Ok, you're right. I am a puff, but rent it anyway and find a friend to cuddle up with. From what I read its better that way.
So my evening was quite bland. After a couple hours of writing I had to help Lowel move a bunch of stuff for my crippled roommate. Now my back hurts. Maybe I'll break my ankle so my roommate has to do everything for me. Just kidding Kyle. It's my pleasure.
Billy Corgan Sucks.
Tonight, Tonight. It's only 9:09am and I'm already thinking about this evenings plans. Unfortunately I won't be able to see the O.C. live, but rest assured it will be taped. This may come as a dissappointment to some of you due to the cancelation of the O.C. PotLuck. Tonight the rock is calling my name in the form of a trip to Irving Plaza to see The Killers and maybe even Ambulance Ltd and Stellastarr*. My original plan was to watch the O.C. and then shoot over to the Mercury to catch the Sleepy Jackson set, but Sivan has detered me from those plans and pointed me in the Las Vegas direction. Is anyone else planning to attend the show this evening?
Weak Post. Strong News.
The Darkness start a media war over their exclusion from the Glastonbury Festival. I don't see Justin Hawkins apologizing any time soon, especially after Michael Eavis called for it publically.
Filter reveiws the Aussie Invasion Tour that threw down at Irving Plaza on St. Patty's day. This show was so damn predictable and this dude just proved it. Thank god Tom kept his cred by not mentioning anymore Jet songs. Whew! that was close.
It's official. Morrissey will play the Appollo Theater on May 3,4,6,7 & 8. Get your tickets Friday, and don't forget to buy an extra for this poor kid.
Lollapalooza seems to be making a come back with the inclusion of Morrissey, Sonic Youth, Modest Mouse, The Flaming Lips and The String Cheese Incident? What the fuck. Why would they put the String Cheese Incident on the bill? I guess its a good chance to attract hippie money while giving those who aren't douche's the chance to goto the beer tent.
John Kerry greases the palms of the Hollywood elite. Of course they are going to support Kerry, who else is there?
Who knew the Dell Dude was in the Secret Machines? Ben Curtis and the rest of the gang get a feature on Filter.
Ok, I just got the worst project ever at work. Now I'm done. Fuck everything.
Today's Ipod mix included: Minor Threat, Salad Days; Warlocks, The Dope Feels Good; The Kinks, Set Me Free; Weezer, Fall Together; Nina Simone, Love Me or Leave Me; Elvis, Way Down; Rolling Stones, My Obsession; Walkmen, No Christmas While I'm Talking; The Strokes, Modern Girls and Old Fashion Men.
New Flavorpill Means New Self Promotion.
Another Tuesday means another issue of the pill has hit most of your mailboxes. If you aren't one of the lucky ones who is on the mailing list than do yourself a favor and sign the eff up. This week I had the pleasure of writing up The (International) Noise Conspiracy show this coming Monday at the Bowery. Check it out here. There is also a great Bent2004 listing by Liz and a killer MF Doom inclusion by Nick.
Being A Kid Was Fun.
Cami sent me this link today. Mash was a great time killer in grade school and it definitely crosses over into the young professional life style. My results were:
You will live in House.
You will drive a Yellow Mini Coop.
You will marry Mischa Barton and have 1 kids.
You will be a Tour Manager in Amsterdam.
How fucking awesome is that? Post your results in the comments section.
I Wear Black On The Outside.
I'm fucking sick of this. If I can't wake up without freezing my ass off then I'm moving. It’s about time to get out of this city and head for high water. My lease (if you can call it that) will be up in December at which point it will be time to hit the road. San Diego sounds like a stretch at this point, but damn it would be nice.
Moving On.
Noah cruised by in the early evening so we could cook some dinner. We made a batch of turkey tacos that were quite delicious. If you didn't know, my new nickname is Ortega.
We got our hang on prior to heading over to the Mercury for another fine set by the Vietnam. We ran into Jen and Asako when we entered the club. Jen told me they now have a permanent 4th roommate in their tiny 3 bedroom. It sounds tough, but she's a trooper. The Vietnam had the early slot on tonight’s bill, but they still managed to play to a decent number of kids. They have a couple of jams that really stick out and last night they delivered. I knew from talking to Joshua outside that he was nicely drunk which may explain why he was so damn sloppy, but their set still shined where it needed to.
Noah, Daylen and I headed back to 186 after the Vietnam's set. The two of them took off for Daylen's place so I just stuck around and got some work done. Around 10:30pm I headed back to the club to see Eugene Mirman's set. He is a stand up comedian that is on Empire's roster (or whatever offshoot of Empire books the comedians). A lot of his jokes flopped and he jumped all over the place, but he did drop a few bombs that had me giving up a healthy gut laugh. The best part of his set was the phone call he had recorded with a collection agency. Mirman also played some videos that were hilarious. One of which was a biographical piece that was so schizophrenic that it had me rolling.
During the changeover I got some chat in with Beach, Dan, Uncle Mike, Cami, DTL, Ben and Liz who had all congregated in the back. Noah and Daylen made their way over before we settled into the lush sounds of All Night Radio. Despite the short set (it felt like 7 songs), ANR delivered the hits including You'll Be On Your Own, We're On Our Wave, and Daylight Til Dawn which was a fitting closer. ANR created huge sound waves that softly swooped through the room and then stormed back down to the floor with some crazy drum fills. Jimi Hey is one hell of a drummer. He was going nuts, but what made him special was the inability to predict where he would take the songs. He was the Bobby Knight of drumming. He abused his kit, but that was the only way he could get what he wanted. They added a bass player to the mix which may be a good decision from what I was told by Noah. With a delightful live show added to their resume, All Night Radio is set to become a favorite in the indie scene.
Fucking People. Not Fucking People.
After work I got a crazy email from one of my best pals back home. He had to tell me that one of our other solids had gotten into some serious trouble and is now in rehab. This kid, who is a dear friend of ours, has developed a habit that requires a lot of money and makes you crazy which lead to him deciding credit card fraud was his best option. He then broke out of his house (his parents had locked him in his room) before being sent to rehab. This is just a minor example of the kids I grew up with. It's starting to fuck with me, but Trevor and I reassure ourselves that this kind of thing isn't going to happen to either of us. With our friends dropping like flies its tough to figure out why we are the last guys standing. All I can say is don't move to Clearfield, PA to raise your kids because though it may seem like candy and kittens when you are young, once you hit 12 years old, things start to get fucked. How did I avoid this lineage? Why was I the one who got out?
Eat My Shorts.
What the fuck is wrong with us?
Does this mean Loretta Lynn is going to fight Marci of the Von Bondies?
The NY Post lets the masses know that Stellastarr* has made with a big profile in the daily. They also take this opportunity to inform us about other unknowns like TV on the Radio and the Rapture?
Cashing in on sucking tits.
Franz Ferdinand get it while the getting’s good. They announce a huge tour.
Another awesome column from Filter. Just kidding.
Junkmedia has new reviews of Runner and the Thermodynamics, Snow Patrol and Broken Social Scene. They all get the same score. Nice and safe.
Har Mar Superstar, whom you may remember from the dance off in Starsky and Hutch, gets heckled by some Texas folk at this year's SXSW. Maybe if he kept his pants on people would stop throwing giant cocks at him.
Today's Ipod mix included: Weezer, Only In Dreams; The Smiths, Unlovable; Bishop Allen, Coupla Easy Things; Pulp, Lipgloss; Pavement, We Are Underused; Led Zeppelin, Since I've Been Loving You.
Have You Seen My Weiner?
As I mentioned below in the weekend recap, Noah helped me do some grocery shopping early Saturday afternoon. What I neglected to tell you is that we found this amazing product in the meat section. After my initial apprehension towards purchasing the product, Noah quickly assured me that it would be the best decision we could make. So we picked up a package of Oscar Meyer brand corn dogs. We cooked them in the oven and were nicely surpised by their goodness. Here is a picture of the victors with their spoils.
We Don't Got No Place To Go.
Tonight All Night Radio will be playing at the Mercury Lounge. My sources just told me that there are still plenty of tickets available so make sure to cruise through if you want to see an amazing show. If you missed it, I wrote it up for Flavorpill this week. Check out the listing here. These guys are poised to be Sub Pop stars so see them at the Mercury while you still have the chance.
Also come through early if you have the chance. The Vietnam will be playing a set around 8:30pm and their guitar rock may make your ears bleed, but their Dylan esque vocals may tickle your fancy.
Monday Worthy News.
The king is dead, but Queen may live on. Justin Hawkins has discussed a possible collaboration with one of his main influences. Though he could never be Freddie, its a pretty good match and should prove to be a lot of fun. In related news, I got a call on Friday night from Paul who had just grabbed Justin's ass at their tour kickoff show in Milwaukee.
The good doctor has given up on Detox! Dr. Dre has decided to 86 his new record. It could have been the hot joint, but Dre (for reasons that seem cloudy) has decided to pull the plug on the project.
The Irish decide that the pub is no place to have a fag.
Do yourself a favor and read some of this.
Morrissey unleases his track listing for his upcoming record. Rumor has it that Moz will be playing five nights at the Apollo Theater. Wait until you hear who may be opening, you may need to change your underpants. In other news, Morrissey hates Clay Aiken.
CNN talks with Kevin Smith about the new direction he has taken with Jersey Girl.
Howie Day can't get laid!
Do you consistently quote films as much as Dan? Can you rattle off lines like its your job? Then try this. I might if it wasn't on the same night as the O.C.
Who knew R.E.M. was so fucking cool.
Culkin lurks among us.
Just When You Think You're Safe.
Leaving the office early on Friday afternoon is a special treat unless you are checking out early so you pick up your roommate at the hospital. The good news is that Kyle's operation went well and he is now into the healing process. The bad news is that he will be laid up for quite some time. He has been a trooper throughout this whole process while slipping through the day on a copious amount of pain killers. When I arrived at the NYU Medical Center, it took me some time to find where Kyle was recovering. Eventually one of the nurses led me to the right place where I waited for D to show up. We went into the post op room and found Kyle all out of sorts. After an hour or two we managed to get him up, in a cab and headed back home. Give him a shout if you have the chance. The kid can only talk to himself for so long.
Everyone You Know Is In A Band.
Friday night was the Stammers first gig with their new line up, but before we could proceed to the rock a pile of kids came over to 186 for some beers. It was my intention to play a song for everyone who came through the door. Let me explain. On Friday I managed to slide into Other Music to catch up on a few releases with the Blue Album reissue being the most important. The two disc release has the original record coupled with a second disc of Bsides, live tracks and rarities. One of these rarities is the song Paperface which has since changed my life. How has this song eluded me for so long? It is hard, fast and a bit of everything that Weezer is not. There are obvious Nirvana riffing nods coupled with emo screeching that make my blood boil with excitement. Simply put, this song is amazing, and if you haven't heard it than do yourself a favor.
My crusade to bring the =w= rock to all those who entered was going quite well. Kids like Dan, Vin and Chris were impressed by the track, but I felt they weren't feeling it to the degree of myself. Speaking of Chris, he busted out his New York ID card and the picture gave me such a laugh that I had to post it. Here it is:
The kitchen began to fill up with kids. At this point I looked around the room and said to Noah that everyone we know is in a fucking band. It's true. Let me give you a quick rundown: Noah (Sam Champion), Sean (These Bones), Simon (Stammers), Dilly and Vin (Arbor Day), Sivan (Demander), Lou (Stammers & The Bahamas), and Dan (Arbor Day & The Bahamas). I'm sure someone is being left out here, and I apologize for it, but good goddamn I felt like we were at a trade show. Let's not forget the Queen cover band who has yet to practice, but call themselves Queens. The entire band was in my kitchen. Fucking right. Sean seemed to be the most excited about the Weezer song. We hung out in the room and talked records for quite some time. Despite his ranting and raving about the importance (or lack there of) of the Blog community for a bands early success, he managed to stay on my good side. At one point he got so excited that he made this face while I gave the finger:
L-R:Me & Sean
At this point the evening had run late. The clock was ticking so Mike, Hawk, Anna and I made haste and sped to the Luna Lounge. My apologies to the kids left behind, I didn't mean to run out so quickly. Well, actually I did because I didn't want to miss any part of Karl's debut behind the mic stand. Just look at how cool he is in this picture with Scott. Notice that Karl is flipping someone off:
So after some brief hellos I made it to the back room as they struck their first note. For a first show together the Stammers did quite well for themselves. Though they were showing flashes of a nervous band, they were still right on with their songs. At this point of the evening I was proper bevvied so I tossed the camera to Mike. He proceeded to a take a few more pictures:
L-R:Scott, Karl, Simon
L-R:Karl, Simon
Louis Miller
It's worth noting that I didn't get any pictures of their punk as fuck drummer, Sascha. Ok, he may not be as punk as he was in the past, but he still plays with the fury and intensity that accompanies the ethos. Mike and Sivan started to pass the camera around, but I was too drunk and too into the music to notice what was happening. With some solid practice the Stammers can perfect some solid songs and finally make a serious go at the game. If you are wondering, Mike gave the band two thumbs up!
After the gig, Mike, Noah, Amy and I went back to my place to pound a couple beers before heading over to 2A where we met Sean, Sarah, Jacklyn, Dallia and Rachel. We had a couple drinks there before trying to meet up with the kids at Sofie's which had become a bust. We ran into Erin and some kids on the street who were on their way to 85A so we tagged along. A tequila shot later I was back at 2A for a night cap before going home and crashing out.
Conan, What Is Best In Life? PBR And Basketball.
Saturday was fucking gorgeous. If you don't live in NYC you may not have been privy to our shitty winter that finally broke on Saturday. It was fucking shorts weather! Anyway, I met Noah in Washington Square Park and he gave me a hand in some grocery shopping. We picked up a ton of food and headed back home to hang out with Kyle. After a wicked corn dog session, Noah and I set up some equipment and had a jam session in my bedroom. It's been a good four months or so since I've busted out the kit. I have been apprehensive up till Saturday, but it seemed like Salsa music was emptying out of every apartment in my building so a little kick and snare wouldn't hurt anyone. Mike, Sean and Greg showed up and we got down before settling into the NCAA tournament. Beach and Oveis joined us for the games. We got tossed while seeing UConn and OKState win bids to the Final Four.
After the games, I got myself cleaned up for Liz's Birthday digs at her crib. When I walked into her apartment she greeted me and explained that her parents where throwing this party. Now I had no idea that her rents were going to be in the house, so I was dressed in my normal Saturday night garb. A little preface would have been nice, but I managed to do fine. Liz was happy with the vodka and mix CD's I presented her and that's all that mattered. It was great to catch up with kids like Nick, Jocelyn, Tony, Melissa, Ben, Aaron, David and Nora. It has been a long time since I've seen some of them, and being in that environment with them was so inviting. Hawkins and Julia showed up for a bit, but as the night grew later, we were itching to go out.
Even though we didn't have the birthday girl in tow, the night turned out great. The three of us met Karl and some kids at Fish Bar on 5th street. I was surprised to see Sarika even though I knew she had returned from London. It's great to know that another possible show companion has returned to the NYC. Ando and I did a couple shots before it was time for me to check out.
No more than a block away from 186, I decided to call Beach and heckle his answering machine. Much to my surprise the warrior was still out raging so I met up with him and some kids over at 2A. All of a sudden it was last call and this blogger was fucking tossed. Miriam and Jeannie were in the same boat so we decided to head out. On our way down Avenue A we ran into Nick who had been drinking at the Library. It was funny seeing the before and after of Nick. He showed up at Liz's fresh from work and with his wits about him. At that point of the evening (4am or so) he was in the same state as me and having a great time with it. Jeannie and Miriam decided to crash at 186 and Jeannie's feet were killing her so naturally I offered the piggy back ride. We all retired and woke up horribly hung-over and ready to waste the day.
Birthday Wishes!
Before I forget, today is officially Liz McDonald's birthday, so this shout out goes to her. Have a great day hot shot!
Sunday's Are For Brunch.
After Sunday's fantastic brunch I'm considering moving to a commune so I can just cook all day long for a bunch of happy stoner kids. Noah and Andrew were the first to show up at 186. Sunday's games were a bit earlier so we knew this meal had to be cooked a bit earlier. As Noah, Andrew and I worked the kitchen, Beach, Oveis and Matt showed up to get their hang on. Noah was in charge of the breakfast meat while I made some chocolate chip pancakes. After I got out of the way, Ackermann cooked up a solid scramble that was packed full of goodness. Beach and Oveis made a Dunkin run for coffee while Matt worked on desert. The food was ready 5 minutes before the games begun and the meal was fantastic. We spent all day watching some top notch basketball. In the end, Duke and Georgia Tech had won the last two spots in this year’s Final Four. Oveis stuck around late and Builder came back to town so we hung out through a great episode of Arrested Development.
Another killer weekend in the books. Little was accomplished, but a lot was done.
Today's Ipod mix includes: All Night Radio, Spirit Stereo Frequency.
Choice Cuts.
So I'm sitting at my desk trying to waste the last 40 minutes of my day. I have to leave early in order to pick up Kyle at the NYU Medical Center at 3pm. While waiting I've come across some hilarious Craig's List Postings. Enjoy.
1. What a head case. Could this guy have been serious? I love skirts too but this is down right scary.
2. This is fucking criminal, but a couple of things in here don't add up. This guy stopped to perform oral sex on her? And what is a reverse 69 position? Does that mean they were back to back or just straight up missionary? Paul, will you explain?
3. What happened to the days of finding a dollar bill or some candy? Now people are finding hard drugs. This guy found coke, but can't he wait to get home? Nothing I like more than being coked up at the office.
4. Yeah, this seems like a dream girl. Donkey punches anyone?
Big News.
Word on the street is that a certain 5 foot nothing wonder child will be joining this line up. It isn't official yet, but additions to the festival are being made.
Beach told me there were plans for a Franz Ferdinand show in the mix. Then I checked Product Shop NYC and it was confirmed. They will be playing Webster Hall on June 17th. Tickets go on sale Friday, April 2nd at 11am. This Fire is so fucking out of control.
These Times Are A Changing.
So I’ve gone a whole week without going to a rock show. I did post some options last night, but as mentioned the lure of the futon was too great. This prompted me to think about getting my act together while still maintaining the love of the rock. While sitting on the couch I got to thinking about how my desire for certain vices has steadily decreased. Once the New Year hit it was bye-bye to the worst kinds of drugs. Since Lent started it’s been adios my little green friend, (though I did relapse for a weekend but have pulled it back together). Though my drinking habits have yet to see a decrease in their frequency, I feel like there has been a reduced consumption rate. The funny thing is that I’m saying all this on the day of a friend’s show which is in my neighborhood. This is a laugh because if I see any of you later, I’m sure to be blistering drunk. Call me a light weight. Call me a school girl. Just don’t call my cell phone.
The Stammers Debut Gig!
Tonight Bourbon Hallo, I mean The Kick, I mean Red Circle, I mean the Stammers are playing their first gig at Luna Lounge. Throughout the past few years we have all supported these guys in their many different lineups, but tonight they become the super group we’ve been waiting for. They have shed the old material and that kid Tim who danced around a bit too much. Tonight they will be playing under the banner of The Stammers. The lineup is: Karl Roman (vox), Scott (guitar), Simon (guitar), Louie (bass) and Sascha (kit). I’m interested to see Karl as a lone front man. That kid’s personality should carry him a long way. As for vocal ability, I’ll make a decision on that after tonight. They have a pile of new material and rumor has it that they won’t be playing any of the old songs. The gig is at Luna Lounge (read: FREE) and they should be hitting around 11:30pm. Come out and support the kids! Lou will be there, but he won't look this scary.
In an effort to spread the rock and help the boys fill the room, I want to invite you all to a preparty at my crib which is only 2 blocks from the venue. If you aren’t going to the show, then I don’t want to see your mug. Sorry, dem is the breaks. Let’s get shitfaced early and go have a great time. Call me or email me if you don’t know where the apartment it. Builder is out of town so we can trash his room, and Kyle will be recovering from his surgery so we can kick his leg and steal his pills!
But I Just Can’t Look. It’s Killing Me.
Last night’s games were tough to watch. With Pittsburgh’s loss, I’m pretty much out of the pool. A miracle could push me through since it’s still very tight, but right now it’s not looking good.
After work I met up with Noah to celebrate the completion of his colloquium at Bside. Kristen met us at the bar and she updated us on her dental work that has been needed since her spill at Lit. Sivan hooked me up with a Demander demo since I am writing up that gig for Flavorpill. It’s pretty damn good, but I’m having trouble thinking about what I’m going to say. It will come after a few more listens, but I’m afraid Karen will be pissed with any comparison that is drawn. After a couple drinks I noticed a slight buzz so my exit came quickly.
After a Subway visit Beach came over to catch some basketball action before heading to Mercury for the big show. Noah, Oveis and Stevo came through and we got our drink on while watching the games. Eventually Noah went to the !!! show without me because I decided to pull the plug on the evening. We hung out and finished up the games while discussing the obscene amount of nudity that occurs at Yale.
You Think NYC Rocks. Try Milwaukee.
Despite being hung like the bottom of an exclamation point, Paul Bothe isn’t such a bad guy, (when he’s not trying to rub you off). If you don’t know him by now, maybe you will meet him at Coachella where we will be reuniting and causing pain to all those who lay eyes on our retarded drunken asses. In the mean time, Paul has been warming up and taking some nods from Good Times Roll. He has been checking out a lot of great bands as they pass through the Midwest. He recently wrote me this email explaining that we should give homage to the birthplace of cool, Milwaukee. All you hipsters (this includes me) take note. Just look at this picture. It says it all.
Hey gayness.. Do you believe in a thing called cum? Just listen to the rhythm of my nuts. Seriously though...do you know where The Darkness are opening their US tour? Do you know what day it is? That’s right motherfucker---tonight in Milwaukee. I'm stoked. The reason I'm telling you this is because alongside all the shit I talk about your website I actually take a lot of it in, and I've been checking out things that you speak highly of---The Darkness being one of these bands--which I’ve fallen in love with like a pre-teen for Ryan Seacrest.
Secondly, along the same line, two other bands that I’ve checked out (and really liked) on your recommendation are playing in Chicago at the empty bottle tonight—Franz Ferdinand and TV on the Radio---not together (FF is playing at like 7:00 then TVR at 11), but I had to skip over those motherscratchers to see the Darkness. Oh well, I believe in a thing called Coachella. Oh yeah---and one more awesome thing about the Darkness---no NYC shows, but a tour opener in a little city that Pabst built.
This brings me to my last point. Now, I don't want to sound like a cock, but a lot of the hipster thing is fundamentally based on the culture of Milwaukee...Pabst, High Life, Schlitz, Hamm's, mesh caps, chain wallets, shitty haircuts---I mean give us a little credit because decades before all that fucking crap became fashionable in New York, we Mil-towners were wearing our mesh caps and shitty haircuts into the factory with a sixer of Pabst in a cooler in the car for the ride home...and none of us had even heard of Vice magazine and the only 'The' band we were into was Frankie Yankovic and the Yanks (made popular by polkas like "In Heaven There Is No Beer" "Champagne Taste and Beer Bankroll" and the "Too Fat Polka" which was immortalized by the timeless lyrics, "I don't want her you can have her she's too fat for me-hey! She's too fat for me-hey! She's too fat for me-hey!"). I hope this didn't burst any bubbles, and I know central Penis-vania has its share of colorful rural culture, but I thought it was important to properly represent this fair city. Take it easy brother, and thanks for turning me onto those bands...I hoped I turned you on to a little history of Milwaukee, or I hope I just turned you on. Kiss it.
---Righty Lefty Bothe
Today's Ipod mix included: The Rentals, My Summer Girl; Broken Social Scene, KC Accidential; The Killers, Mr. Brightside; These Bones, Rugburns; Ambulance LTD, Primitive; Bob Marley, Redemption Song; The Smiths, Rubber Ring.
Can You Feel It? Intensify.
Dilemma's are such a bitch. At 3pm I'm stuck in the office contimplating the evenings various options. The most attractive dish on tonight's menu seems to be the never getting off my couch because I'm too busy watching basketball entree. With my lack of genuine energy (I'm idling off a fading coffee buzz) and my need to see these games, the Sweet 16 sounds like a little touch of heaven. But alas, there is rock to be heard.
Unfortunately the Dios, Clearlake & Decemberists show at the Mercury has sold out. Those of you hoping to see these acts are a bit out of luck, but you do still have the chance to see them (minus Dios) at the Bowery tomorrow night (but I believe it is sold out as well). I may try to sneak in to see Dios tonight, but it will be tough.
If you are in the mood for a cheap show with some serious potential, than look into !!! (chk chk chk)'s gig at NYU. It's in Kimmel Hall, but I don't know exactly where. Noah and I are planning to hit this one up, that is of course if the lure of the couch isn't too strong. But a little bit of dancing could do a body good. Don't they look fun? Drop a Comment and let me know what you are planning.
Ch-Ch-Changes.
So they may be little, but they are significant. As you may have noticed, I’ve figured out how to add pictures to the blog. Though it is difficult for me to do so from work since I don’t have an FTP program, but I’ll do my best to steal images from the web and work from home to make this site a little more visually pleasing.
There is also the added option to post your own opinion on this page. I’m sure it will open the flood gates for gay jokes from Paul, but it should make this blog a bit more exciting. So if you don’t agree with me or you want to comment on my general awesomeness, all you have to do is click on the Comment option at the bottom of each post and fill out the link.
Whoa, Now I’m Confused.
How many plot lines does it take to complete an episode of the O.C.? After last nights barrage of twists and turns, I was left drooling uncontrollably on my couch. First of all can we run down how stupid Seth and Summer have become? Where is Anna? I want my Anna back. Summer could use a donkey punch or two. What does Cohen see in this girl besides a pair of tits? And trust me; tits can only get you so far. Wait, calm down, it’s just a TV show.
Can we take bets on what method of suicide Marissa will attempt next? After the bombshell that rocked her world last night, she is sure to try something drastic. Next weeks previews showed her running to Chino for help. What the fuck is up with that? She would never do that. She is such a dunce. Donkey punches for everyone!
O.C. Order In.
Despite the lack of promotion, the O.C. hang turned in some big numbers. It started off slowly, but by show time 186’s living room had Kyle, Builder, D, Miriam, Oveis, Karen, Dan, Sivan, Mikey and Stevo crammed into it. It was great that all these kids knew it was a new episode and that they should stop by. We put a gigantic order into Tiny’s and despite their tardiness; everyone was full and happy by the end of the show. Stevo, Builder and I hung out for awhile after everyone trickled out. I was all set to crash out by 12am, but a tape of the Sopranos caught my attention and kept me up till 3am. Now I’m paying for it.
It’s funny how a lack of funds can turn you into a TV whore. Speaking of TV whores tonight is the first day of the Sweet 16. What are we doing for the games?
Lot Of Action. Double Down.
The Beatles at Shea. Hammer playing for Oakland. The famous Disco Sucks scene in Chicago. These are just a few of the links that rock has had to the baseball diamond. Check them all out here. Enjoy this one Yaps!
The Strokes and Franz Ferdinand are the latest to throw their hats in the boycott of MTV Europe due to the reduced royalty fees. Let's bring MTV to their knees!
This could get ugly. And this almost got scary. Last year it was Jeter... and this year? Whew, it was just a false alarm.
If you didn't already know, Snoop Dogg is the fucking man. He sits down with Spin to tell us which of his co-stars is whiter and why the hell he loves AOL so much. This guy is hilarious. I want him to be my brother.
Do you hear that? Seriously, what is all that noise? Oh, wait never mind, its just the sound of the devil fucking Ray Charles in the ass. How does it feel Ray? You are off the artistic payroll.
Cami! I didn't know that your boss is running from the law.
Finally, an interesting column from Filter, but it does pertain to Hip Hop. Chza is lying out is a basic skeleton for all genres of music that have been rapidly commoditized since there conception. Reproducing the urgency and necessity of the originals is nearly impossible and even a rebirth of any genre can only get so far. When something "new" and exciting is created, it is more often than not wrapped around a rebellion or a set of circumstances that induces a public struggle. We can't expect artists who spend hours in studios and afternoons in their 3 bedroom apartments to reproduce the struggle of the forefathers anymore than some artist like Nelly or John Mayer who are in it for the scratch.
Damon Albarn fans, look away. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Your daily dose of Libertines news: The Libertines are slated to launch a new London club night that sounds like a good time. Are there any English readers who can find me a flat for $100 a week? Or free. Free is awesome.
Ronnie, how could you hurt us like this?
The notion of "Cult Classics" gets a modern makeover. Film fiends who were once turned off by the genre are now changing it to mean something entirely different. Basically this link is for Leah.
I bet Morrissey secretly loves In and Out Burger. It's probably a serious vice that only a few of his dearest friends know about. In public he is all Meat is Murder!
And I thought Rush was a bunch of pussies. Guess I was wrong.
Richard Simmons gets cited with assault charges for bitch slapping some guy in the Phoenix airport. Can you imagine seeing that pile of man love slapping some dude? It's enough to get Paul off.
Jay likes to dance. Bring it on.
The Hold Steady get a solid review from Pitchfork. Did I mention that when we saw them live at their Mercury Release show, they had a saxophonist with them who reminded me of Rob Lowe from St. Elmo's Fire? Yeah, its that cool.
Today's Ipod mix includes: The Jam, 'A' Bomb on Wardour Street; The Jam, News of the World; Television Personalities, Family Affair; Stephen Malkmus, Church and White; Velvet Underground, What Goes On; Primal Scream, Jailbird.
Kyle Is Going In For Surgery.
It's official, Kyle is going to get his ankle operated on this Friday. Here is a picture of our fearless hero. Wish him luck in the newly added Comments section.
Yeah, that's right. In one day I've added a comment link and pictures. Look out Pitchfork, I'm coming.
Learn Something New Everyday.
Well, I've been dicking around all day and I've finally figured out how to add pictures to this blogger. How fitting is it that I have Dan from Arbor Day as the first picture. Funny enough he has a Jager shirt on which could be considered the catalyst to the breaking of Kyle's ankle. Hopefully more pictures will come, (picture from Jasper's site).
Sign Of The Times.
As some of you know, my friend Liz works for VH1. This afternoon they were given "Go Bags" that include a radio, flashlight, water and a mask. They were also advised to bring in sneakers and perishable food items. Her office is in the heart of Times Square. Are they preparing for the inevitable or do they know something we don't? The world is so fucked up these days and our President isn't helping much. How does it feel being a walking target?
The Lighter Side Of Politics.
I was reading Stereogum this afternoon who had a link to this sight which posted jokes from various U.S. Senators. Wouldn't you know it? Rick Santorum of my home state couldn't think of a joke. Luckily those who oppose him have made a joke out of him.
Greasing The Palm.
Yesterday I had the pleasure of visiting Tang again. If you missed last weeks post regarding the restaurant in the Gershwin Gallery Hotel, than allow me to explain my involvement. As many of you may know, Hawkins is supervising my final 6 credits as an internship for Candis Communication. We are doing some PR for the Gallery Lounge, and one of our responsibilities is to assist in branding it. We have been in the process of putting together an event that will fuse the outstanding food of Chef Sho with some element of the music business. At this point we are hoping to have advanced listening parties with the possibility of dj's, prefix dinners and a little bit of dancing. It is still in the proposal stage, but keep your ear to the ground because these parties (if open to the public) should not be missed.
Anyway, Hawkins and I met at the gallery and waited for a rep from Caroline Distribution to show up. He arrived with his lady friend around 7pm and we settled in for a long dinner coupled with some solid brainstorming. The dinner included some more of that Almond Crusted Seared Tuna which is absolutely spectacular. I could eat a bowl of it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. We also had some tangy Whitetail Ceviche and some Octopus Carpaccio that was dressed with radishes and baby dills which gave it a light pickled vinegar flavor. Muy Bueno! The dinner consisted of all of Sho's specialty rolls that span a unique spectrum of taste and texture. My favorite has to be the roll with sliced apple thrown in the mix. It may sound strange, but its a welcomed surprise.
After our first round of rolls, Karen showed up. She had been working out at a gym in the neighborhood, so it worked out perfectly. She took a seat with the rest of us and jumped right in. Then we were served some pieces of sushi with my favorite being the Arctic Char which is a fresh water trout from Canada and Alaska. As the rest of the table got up for a mid dinner cigarette break, Karen and I were able to catch up a bit since the band spent half of last weekend in Providence playing their first gig. When they returned we were graced with a couple more rolls including the infamous Sex Tang with its special sauce.
Dinner finally wrapped up around 10pm and we all went on our ways overly stuffed and pleasantly buzzed. Karen and I headed to the subway singing Bouncing Souls tunes, (be still my heart). We hopped the F train and separated at Delancy Street where she made her transfer while I started my walk home. Another great night was had at Tang, and I highly recommend you check out the menu if you have the scratch.
It's Wednesday Already!
The day has finally come. Three long weeks of waiting and now the day is upon us. The return of the O.C. will be glorious. I can't wait to see who hooks up with Paris Hilton, but rumor has it, Seth gets a little num num. The kids are headed to L.A. and debauchery will most definitely take place. There is no cooking tonight (sorry Ms. Pancake), but we do plan on hanging out and watching so cruise through 186 by 8pm so we can get our order on. Ms. Pancake, I will cook you all the flapjacks you can handle next week.
But I Don't Want To Be A Pirate.
Things are not looking to good for the King of Pop. The kids he is accused of fucking will be testifying at his trial. Oh Michael, when you asked us all "Who's Bad?" we didn't figure you were the answer.
Atlanta's The Hiss are in CMJ's Artist Spotlight. Though you may have yet to hear these guitar rockers, they have gotten some serious attention overseas. Their show at Sin-e a while back wasn't anything special, but they are young and have a lot of room to develop.
David Byrne takes his audience in a different direction. Instead of songs like Psycho Killer, his new album will feature some opera tracks. Can I get a collective, "What the fuck?"
Elvis Costello puts down the guitar and picks up a pen. So what if he uses a laptop, pen sounded cooler. Either way, this could be interesting.
The Darkness are in high demand in the U.S., but I still haven't heard about them stopping into NYC. Will someone give me the inside scoop?
The Unicorn's also respond to requests for more. They have extended their tour and released a 7". Go check them out at the Knit or at a city near you, but make sure you are happy drunk because its more fun that way.
Lots of good records were released yesterday including albums from Lou Reed, The Fall, Dios and The Vines. Let’s not forget about the Weezer DVD and reissue of the Blue Album with bonus tracks. If you have gotten either Weezer release, please invite me over for a viewing, burn me a copy or just buy them for me. I will love you forever.
Mischa Barton likes Stellastarr* among others, (Link from Whateves).
Sometimes I wish John Lennon was my dad.
If you haven't noticed, I fucking love the Libertines. I get a lot of shit for it, but listen to their record, it is a good one. They have been playing new and old songs at secret shows all over London. It's enough to make me want to pack my bags. Expect me in line for their new record.
I'm going to cut out the middle man here. Listen to the Bob Dylan and Jack White collaboration here.
Former Hogan Family star Jason Bateman interviews with the A.V. Club and talks about his new hit show Arrested Development and sharing the camera with Knight Ridder. If you haven't seen this yet, take a moment to pull yourself away from the Sopranos and watch it. It gets both Oveis' and my own stamp of approval.
Usher finally realizes he is a man. Poor guy.
Today's Ipod mix includes: The Pleased, Don't Make Things.
My New Favorite Blog.
Go to Casa de Punk right now and read his most recent post. It feels like something I would have written. It makes me feel bad, but at the same time it completely redeems me. It’s nice to know that I'm not the only wannabe nice guy out there. Its true. Though I try my hardest to be sweet and sincere, I find myself doing the wrong thing more often than not. Why is that? Can anyone tell me? What the fuck is wrong with me? As many of you already know, I'm what doctor's call girl crazy, but as soon as one gets close to me, I find some dumbass reason to push them away. Is there any hope for me? I'm guessing no, but why is that?
Can I break this down? Should I try to dissect? Probably not, but my boss is out sick today so I've got some time.
First of all, what’s the deal with dating? Am I the only one who is sick of this practice? Maybe it isn't so much the idea of dating that makes me never want to get out of bed, but quite possibly the act itself. I must choose my words wisely here because I'd say that I'm seeing someone now. You know who you are, so please don't take any of this personally. This is just me ranting, and I'm happy where we are, but that doesn't change how I feel about dating. My jadedness toward dating could stem from the fact that I've been doing it for over a few years now. As some of you might remember, my last serious lady friend used to live with me on 12th Street and as trying as that whole situation was on a 20 year old kid, I'd like to give it another shot just to see if I'm still capable of those emotions. Since that time there has been different girls who have come and go (including some incredibly sweet ones), but I've yet to feel that same connection that got me so dedicated to my X. There are girls out there, who have me by the balls, but relationships with them have never worked out and I'm finally realizing that they never will. So here I stand, left in dating limbo. Forced to hide feelings, protect my interests and at the same time convey to a young lady that I do care about them without letting my guard down.
You may ask why do you have to put up a guard? Well my friends, I don't listen to emo (despite my affinity for Seth Cohen) and I was never one to wear my heart on my sleeve. My Grandfather was a man of little emotion, and he tried his hardest to pass that down to me. His old school attitude (he lived from 1901-1997) severely rubbed off on his only grandson, Jay M. Belin. So I've never been one to cry, use the word love lightly or even show my emotions outside of being perturbed. In no way am I a tough guy, but my up bringing is the root of my inability to convey my true feelings. This hasn't always been the case, and I've laid things on the line before, but these kinds of chances have only served as a recipe for thickening my skin.
So what the fuck does any of this mean? Right now I can't answer question. Having idle time to mill over it doesn't really help out. Distraction has been the only means of keeping my sanity throughout the years, but now it seems as though these distractions have substituted meaningful relationships which doesn't seem all too healthy. I'm so fucking tired of being distracted, and in the middle of a city with millions of other people, I'm tired of being empty.
Ok, so there has been an inner deliberation regarding this post, but I'm going to throw it up anyway. It's not the best decision I've made today, but it is the first. Did it make any sense? At this point I could give a shit.
Thanks to Casa de Punk for provoking this. I won't be lucky enough to score a lesbian girlfriend like yourself, but everyone should have those simple pleasures. And you mentioned the O.C. Fuck yeah!
New Week. New Listings.
Sitting behind a desk all day with nothing to do can be detrimental to your mental health. With eight long hours to let my mind run wild, I've grown increasing skeptical about everything. This idle time, coupled with my consistent cynical trend does not create a situation that is conducive to being happy, but if I want to continue operating in our capitalist system then the game has to be played. This leads me to options for passing the days away without going absolutely crazy:
Option 1: Find a Sugar Mommy to love me, fund me, feed me and pay for everything that is needed for me to accomplish my goals. I'm not (that) gay so a Sugar Daddy will do, but my preference lies in the female sex.
Option 2: Read the new Flavorpill in which I contributed a couple of solid listings for a party at the Coral Room and the All Night Radio gig at Mercury.
Right now I'm going to stick with the latter option and hope things pick up a bit.
Strikes And Gutters.
When I decided to give up the green for Jesus, there was no particular reason why. I felt tired. I felt old. I felt like it was time for a change. This weekend I went back on my promise to the son of God and smoked a battie with some kids. Since then I've been back on the team, but this morning I'm reconsidering. Not only do I feel like a cloudy mess, but I didn't do a damn thing last night. Ambition has been replaced with the desire to drift. So once again I'm jumping back on the train, because its just something that needs to be cut out of my daily routine. Sorry to tease you, but as Jay-Z would put it, "it's so necessary".
We Believe In Nothing.
Yesterday I paid a visit to Kyle who has been staying over at D's while he awaits his appointment to set up the surgery. He was in high spirits despite being all hocked up on Vikes. We hung out for a bit before I returned to 186 where Josh and I hung out. Kyle had passed some of his pills off to me so we split one and I fell asleep so early. That was the extent of my evening. Nothing done. Nothing accomplished. In fact, who knows if it really happened?
One Reason To Keep The Habit.
If you live under a rock, then you didn't hear about the assassination of Sheik Ahmed Yassin who is the Hamas spiritual leader. He was gunned down by an Israeli helicopter missile attack outside of a mosque. With all the uncertainty in that part of the world, do Israeli leaders believe this will help the situation? Making a martyr out of Yassin could strengthen the loyalty of his followers and create a radical faction hell bent on revenge. This revenge has been sworn against Israel and the United States. Why us? Because this could never have happened without our approval. This kind of sanctioned killing is not going to help our international relations. Condoleezza Rice needs to get her story straight. If she keeps giving flip flop addresses, then we are going to be in a world of trouble. First she claimed that he is a terrorist and that the region should begin to rebuild without him. Later she condemned the Israelis for their actions. The Bush Administration had better make the right moves if they want to keep Homeland Security intact.
Diversionary Tactics.
Arethea Franklin has been hospitalized, but all those who are close remain tight lipped on the Queen of Soul's condition.
Pete Townshend's kiddie porn arrest will be part of a documentary. Way to go Pete!
I hate Lesley Barger and I hate her columns. This is preposterous. How does this get past the editors? What's your fucking point Lesley? Are you claiming that records that have stood the test of time should have to endure the same scrutiny of a record released last month? Should the phrase "instant classic" be over used just so we feel like our generation is contributing something new? If you are the voice of my generation, remind me to dislocate myself from your label.
The NY Times covers Sunday night's Sun Kill Moon show at the Bowery. Even Mark Kozelek of the Red House Painters has Courtney Love fever.
Speaking of the dreaded Ms. Love, one man finally has a chance to cash in on sucking her breast outside of Wendy's. This guy is a serious bag of snacks. Does he really think tonguing her titty will make him famous? This guy had the gull to be offended when people labeled him as homeless, "It was an assassination of my character. I'm not homeless. I graduated from SUNY-New Paltz last year. I majored in public relations." Yes, he did just say it was an assassination of his character.
Morrisey has decided to play in the city that may love him as much as Manchester. Los Angeles shows have been scheduled for late April. Does this mean that he will be playing NYC in the near future? You can bet the farm on it.
I want my MTV! Well, maybe not if they keep black balling the artists. Do they still play videos anyway?
Malcolm MacLaren tries to get back on the bike. He is claiming that 'Chip Music' or Gameboy rock is the next big thing. This sounds like a last ditch effort to create something cool by a man who helped shape and define a youth revolution. Whatever he is trying to do, he still sounds full of himself.
Someone needs to help me out and burn me some of their better material. I don't know much about My Bloody Valentine because the kid who used to listen to them at my High School was really scary and he would try to push their records on to me, but I was to busy with the latest Lookout! release. JR was his name. He has since gone bald, but he would still be excited about this.
When I think Joaquin Phoenix, I think Johnny Cash. Maybe not, but a lot of people will.
Beavis said it once, and I have to agree: Sluts Rock.
Today's Ipod mix included: Dirty On Purpose, Monument & Go Back to Sleep; All Night Radio, Daylight Til Dawn; Black Lipstick, Voodoo Economics, Hot Sinners & Ease Back.
Show Update!
Check out the show listings on the side of the page. I've updated those along with my Top 5 records for this week. The new shows list has some gems from My Morning Jacket, Brendan Benson and the Prosaics. Make sure to get tickets early because most of these will sell out.
Now I'm off to comfort Kyle by kicking him in the foot.
The Culkin Registers Its Worst Injury To Date.
Friday night's shitfest started early. Christie and I met Beach over at Nice Guy Eddie's for a bite to eat and some 2 for 1 beverages. We quickly took over the place when kids like Matt, Justin, Liz, Stevo, Oveis, Kyle, D, Alister, Builder, Jordan, Chernin, Travis, Ryan and Matt all showed up. We started at 7pm and left the bar somewhere after 11pm. Our $342 dollar bill is a testament to some serious damage. My favorite part of the evening was when Beach and Oveis had sugarless cheesecake with a single candle in it sent to me along with a tequila shot. The waitress put it down in front of me and said, "Those guys wanted you to look like a gay fag." A Gay Fag! First of all, they didn't even ask her to say anything, but the fact that she picked those words really makes me believe that Nice Guy Eddie's is hiring the cream of the crop.
We stumbled out of that bar and headed in the direction of Grassroots where people were celebrating in honor of Flynne and Lou's birthdays. The place was packed with new and old friends. For awhile it felt like the good old days. Bouncing from conversation to conversation while cruing in and out of shot sessions sent me back to a time that I used to want to forget, but on Friday it had a strange comfort that was a little off putting. In any event, we all got trashed and rowdiness ensued.
It almost became necessary to stand with your back to the bar or something solid because Culkins were abound. The first official victim (many were tried before this) was my roommate Kyle. Builder and I pulled a picture perfect Culkin of the kid. He went down with little grace and proceeded to give me rib shots after getting back to his feet. The next Culkin was performed on me. I don't know who pushed me, but Builder was definitely behind me. The first push came and I threw my arms out in an attempt to grab anything I could. For a second my body indicated that I had prevailed, but a second push came and put me down. To my own credit, I managed to spill a beer all over Builder while going down.
The final Culkin of the evening was most devastating. Though the story has yet to be fully confirmed this is what has been going around. As Dan went to get down for a Culkin on Stevo, he brushed against his leg which tipped Stevo off to the whole deal. Stevo proceeded to give Dan some swift kicks to the ribs. Dan then rolled over in avoidance of the kicks, but he rolled up onto Kyle's ankle. Kyle looked at me and said his ankle was fucked and he needed to go.
We got him in a cab and were on our way down to 186, but halfway there Kyle pulled the puking out of a moving cab move. It was pretty classic and though I feel sorry for the the kid, it was pretty damn funny. We got him out and he was sitting on the pavement, with no shoe on looking like quite the vagrant. Eventually we got him upstairs so we could ice and elevate the softball size ankle. The plan was to assess the situation in the morning and decide whether or not he would need to see a doctor.
Saturday morning came and I quickly rolled out of the house to go watch the NCAA Tourney with Beach and Noah. Around 4pm Kyle called and asked me to come help get hit in a cab so he could go to the emergency room. After helping the crippled kid out, I went back to basketball. Beach, Oveis and I were in Quizno's grabbing a sandwich when I called D for an update. She told me the horrible situation. Kyle broke his ankle in three different places and had to get surgery. He got a plaster cast on and is now waiting for the swelling to go down before he goes into surgery later this week. He is going to get a plate and some pins inserted. So its safe to say that if you have some time or something, you should give the kid a call and wish him some luck. The poor guy is hurting.
So went my Saturday night. Christie and I awaited his arrival, and once he got home we got him buzzed up as quickly as possible. My Saturday night ended up being so uneventful, but I didn't want to leave that kid hanging. Dan came over to chill for awhile and he is now claiming that he will no longer be drinking. Fat chance, but the kid does have a serious will.
Sunday slipped in and out without any real happenings. Noah, Beach, Oveis and I popped back into Nice Guy's to do battle with some more chicken wings. I cruised up to Bside to hang out and play some records in the quite of Sunday afternoon. Thanks to kids like Builder, Karl, Alex, Janeanne, Lou, Hole, Ando, Will, Hawk, Sivan, D, Nate, Laura and some others the afternoon wasn't a bust. We had a great time hanging at the bar and listening to some records. Laura promised to take me along to the next Misshapes so I could shake my ass. Josie took great care of me, like she always does. She may have my vote for my favorite Bside bartender that is of course if you discount Sivan.
The night ended with a hang back at the apartment. We managed to catch Arrested Development on Fox. Did anyone else catch it? David Cross is the man. And also, if you have HBO (I'm looking at Oveis and Leah) on demand, can I come watch the Sopranos episode? Do they replay it tonight? Someone help me out here.
The O.C. Returns With Big Surprises.
If you noticed that there has been a lack of O.C. talk on Good Times, its because there hasn't been much to report. The show has been on hiatus until this Wednesday when it returns. Fox is pretty excited. They even have an official countdown on their website. This means that the O.C. PotLuck will once again be in full effect. A decision has yet to be made on food. We don't know whether we are cooking or ordering, but I'll keep you in the loop.
A Heroic Dose.
Green Day is going to record 35 tracks for their upcoming release. They will all be 20 seconds long. Ok, they won't be 20 seconds long, but with 35 songs, they have to be short.
Pitchfork claims to like the On! Air! Library! record. This Brooklyn band should prepare for take off. They are the talk of the town. Apparently they didn't like the set of Bsides released by Broken Social Scene. I'll have to make my own judgments. Can anyone burn me these records?
Speaking of burning me records, Adam! I have to get that Seachange record from you.
The Irish lads that make up The Thrills are back in the city creating a follow up to last years So Much for the City that has won them some praise.
The band Jordan manages, Runner and the Thermodynamics gets some press in CMJ. I haven't heard the record yet, but this review seems like it could be right on. This band needs to be seen live. The fucking kill.
If you don't like this band you are crazy. White diner jackets? I can't wait for the new record.
Start saving your money now. Trust me.
More new records. This one is coming from Trail of Dead. They plan to get weirder than they have been. Make sure to bring ear plugs. This could get noisy.
So I want to go see this movie very soon. Michel Gondry rocks. Everyone has been creaming over it.
The NY Times has a feature on last weekends SXSW festival. Watch out, now they know what we are doing. They will start exploiting us more than usual. They also cover our scene. This could get scary.
Today's Ipod mix includes: 50 Cent, In Da Club; Beastie Boys, Check Your Head; Creedence, Fortunate Son; Queen, Somebody to Love; Shins, Know Your Onion!
Friday Night Shit Show.
It's not to often that we all come together for an evening of debachery at the rediculous level of last night, but I want to say I'm proud of each and every one of you for your efforts.
While I won't waste my time trying to explain the incidents that lead to Kyle being at the emergency room as I type, but needless to say, a full report is on the way.
This post is to remind you all that Sam Champion is playing tonight at Tribeca around 9:30pm. Come on down to the show to catch the boys play a improv set. Following SC is Rana who will be playing 2 full sets so smoke some grass and come enjoy some big guitar solos.
Busy Lips.
I'd like to publically apologize to the lovely Flynne Wiley for not including her on my birthday wish list. Flynne shares the same birthday as Mr. Miller, but she can rest assured that I'm saving all my birthday kisses for her. Sorry Lou, you are cute and everything, but I've been waiting for an excuse like this for years.
If you want to join in the celebration for these two fantastic kids, we will be getting down at Grass Roots Tavern tonight (Friday!) around 11pm. Grass Roots is on the south side of St. Marks Place between 2nd and 3rd Avenue. We are going to throw down old school!
Birthday Kisses.
If you are a girl (and fuck it, if you are a boy) make sure you find Louis Miller tonight so you can give that cute fuck a birthday kiss. That is of course, if you can steal him away from me. | | | |
