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Let's Do This.
The time is rapidly approaching when I will bid a fond farewell to all you east coasters and then hop a JetBlue plane to Ontario, (California you idiot). My flight doesn’t leave until 8pm, but rest assured it will be a shit show since I’m traveling with Builder, Cami, Flynne, Beach, DoubleD, Mohawk Jones, Lucy and Warrior Perry. We may never get out of the terminal. So we will land at 11pm and hustle to the car rental joint. We have a long drive to the hotel, but who gives a shit when you are sucking down sweet California air. It may be a blogfest out there, and I for one wholly endorse it. Oh, and in case you are wondering, I’m less than 15 hours away from my first trip to In and Out Burger.
If you are going to be at the festival, call me so we can make out during Phantom Planet's California.
A Sweetheart Send Off.
Last night I stayed in the office for and extra hour to tie up some loose ends that will be flailing on Monday. Then I returned home to throw together a back pack of extra undies and Culkin proof shorts. Lowel, the roommates and I took the liberty of hanging on the fire escape for a last time before Builder and I hit the friendly skies.
After everything was in order at the casa, I met up with Liz Mc for a wonderful dinner at some Italian joint on 7th Street. Even though it took us three tries to find a table that wouldn’t wobble, we enjoyed a great bottle of blanco vino, (I’m trying to be classy). Our meal was good, but it was trumped by the company. I’ve said it before, but Liz and I get on great, and one day, (soon actually) she is going to meet my mom, and then I may just have to marry her. Did I mention that Liz hooked the whole dinner up as a belated birthday present? You are a rockstar, and next time, the tequila shots are on me!
We took off from the eatery and headed down 1st Avenue in search of libations. We ended up taking a seat at a downstairs booth in 2A. We marveled at the hip parade that gleefully skipped by. Liz and I were both getting a little drunk so naturally we decided to head upstairs for a better, less pauperize like view. Miki was working the bar upstairs so I shot him a quick hello, and the guy hooked me up. He is a really nice bartender so treat him well and go see his band.
Eventually Stevo, Ghor, Hawk, Vaughn and Anoush showed up, but by that time Liz and I were crunked so we said hello and goodbye in the same breath. The night was over, and my buzz was perfect.
Have A Kick Ass Weekend My Fellow New Yawker’s.
The Latest Coachella Schedule.
Tumbleweed just passed this link to me. It contains a Coachella line-up puzzle. Put it together and find me the major conflicts. Beck and Juinor Senior are on at the same time. Well fuck me! Is anyone else getting excited? We are within one day of departure.
Beach has just sent me this link with the set times.
The Best Show On Television.
Harkin back to the days of elementary school when it was perfectly normal to take a sick day and hang out with mom while she watches All My Children, (please hold the gay comments Paul). I remember watching Erica Kane and her (8th?) husband Dimitri Marick navigate through the web of gossip and desire that existed in Pine Valley. The only setback to this program was the fact that all the characters, with the exception of a few, were adults and they were dealing with adult issues. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t relate to the car accidents and lost pregnancies. Then 90210 was conceived. Even though they embodied the perfect American family, the Walsh’s did not appeal to a kid who was more interested in ska music, Natty Ice and making out. Though the bulk of the series was seen by yours truly, it was never burned into memory.
This past summer the Fox phenomena known simply as The O.C. stepped into our lives and stole our attention spans. We are facing the season finale next week, but what a year it’s been. Ryan was saved by Sandy and got into many scuffles, Seth got laid, Luke fucked his x-girlfriends mom, got shot and moved to Portland with his gay dad, Marrissa was held at gunpoint by loose cannon Oliver and almost overdosed on pills while in Mexico, Jimmy Cooper lost his family and his fortune only to score a hot x-girlfriend’s sister, Sandy left the PD office, joined a firm then quit to open a restaurant, and we lost the beautiful comic book loving, bad outfit wearing Anna. Thanks for the memories.
Last night was the second to last episode of the freshman season and it was full of fireworks. Fights were abound and hookers/stripers ran wild. To quickly recap, the boys crashed Caleb’s trip to “The Vegas” while the ladies stayed home (with the exception of summer) and had a bachelorette party. While in the desert, unbeknownst to him, Seth was making out with a whore while Ryan won a pile of cash with Seth’s Bar Mitzvah stash. Marrissa found out that Teresa has been preggers and Ryan may be the father. Sandy broke up a shady business deal that Caleb lined up. Jimmy managed to come in during desert just to knock out the old bastard. Caleb’s bride to be was about to get her bones jumped when she discovered it was a set up and decided to fight with Kristen’s little sister.
Speaking of awesomeness, last night’s episode featured music by Jonathan Rice, Franz Ferdinand (Holiday), and a new cut by the Beastie Boys. If you didn’t get a chance to hear the Bboys track, look on the back of this week’s Village Voice for a LA phone number that, if called, will play you the chorus of the same track.
We had a decent sized crew, and despite someone’s (you know who you are) comment that I’m a name dropper, I’m going to list the kids who came through for the O.C. hang. We had Hawk, Kyle, Dee, Oveis, Sivan, Karen, Elise, Noah and Christie were present at 186. Earlier in the evening, Noah and I hit up Tiny’s for a quick bite before returning to the apartment for the festivities.
Later that evening, Hawk, Christie, Dee, Kyle and I sat around the kitchen table getting drunker than anticipated. It was good to hang out with the kids before our trip out west which is rapidly approaching.
Hopefully we can get together this evening and throw together a quick hang before the long awaited rock weekend.
One more note: Mr. Mohawk has asked me to post the fact that tomorrow night, Ted Koppel will be reading the names of the fallen soldiers. Watch, respect and realize it didn't have to happen.
Today’s Ipod Mix included: Weezer, Photograph; All Night Radio, All Night Radio; The Flaming Lips, Slow Nerve Action; Girls Against Boys, Pleasurized; The Thermals, Goddamn the Light; Bouncing Souls, Dirt; Pavement, Speak, See, Remember; The Impossibles, Stand Up; Joy Division, Digital; The Impossibles, Erin with an E, The Flaming Lips, Race for the Prize.
Appease The Beach.
Beach just dropped me an email with this link to the layout and lineup of Coachella. This could get hectic.
He also reminded me, though I wasn't present, the first one man Culkin was registered by Ian "the warrior" Perry on Monday night at the Cake Bowery gig. This is a revolutionary tactic that I have been attempting to perfect. Perry has a different take on the move, but it was effective. We will compare notes in the grass.
We Come To Rock Your Face Off.
Yesterday’s administrative scramble was hell, but with the help of some practical joke by my coworker (The Fake Tell) the afternoon went by on the quick side. I’ve got to send out a big thanks to Hawkins for helping me out with some bureaucratic bullshit for my internship. Let’s make this party happen boss. After work, I returned home to finish transcribing the Thermals interview that was done earlier this month. Slap is pretty lax on deadlines, which makes it difficult to get your work done, but I digress. Here is a little blurb from the interview regarding the name for their mid-May release:
Slap: Was there any pressure to change the title of Fuckin A?
Hutch Harris: No, but then they (Sub Pop) don’t love the title and I’m sure they wish we went with something else.
S: I think it’s a fucking fantastic idea. Can you explain the meaning behind the name?
H: You can just put the record on and you are like, “Fuckin A, this is a great record.” It’s a great description of the record and it should be the reaction if you like the record. Or even if you don’t you can be like, “Fuckin A, that record sucks.”
Onward Young Warrior.
I made my way to Noah’s dorm around 7:30pm to catch a quick one with him and Kristen. Noah resides in some crazy NYU dorm that has the dumbest layout this side of the Atlantic, but he only has to deal with it for a couple more weeks. I can’t imagine how he would escape a fire in that building. At least he has a kick as security guard who said, “I’ve been tied down for years. I may be tied down, but I’m still a pllllllllayer.” We sucked down a quick bone and then hit the streets.
We parted ways with Kristen and rolled over to Shades of Green on 15th Street right by Irving Plaza. If you aren’t aware that this bar sits so close to the Plaza, check it out because they have decent pub food, though it can lean toward the pricey side, and they will poor you an Irish Car Bomb. Before we knew it, we were joined by Kristen and Hela who were both trying to fight off studying, (Kristen has her GRE’s today and Hela is preparing for he 2L finals). We had a couple of pints and talked about last names before we all had to split.
Bring It On.
Upon cruising into Irving Plaza we said hello to Josh from Circle and Square who was working the ticket window along with Noah’s boss and Andy from Arbor Day. Noah and I quickly got a beer before making our way to the middle of the room so we would have a perfect view of The Thermals power punk pop show. If you weren’t there, you missed out.
The Portland trio certainly delivered though their set sagged during the middle. They played a great mix of tracks from both of their records and even one song that may have been a new one (it was sloppy and I didn’t recognize it). If you haven’t seen these kids before, check out my post regarding their last show (April 7th Post), you maybe surprised how much you like them. They blasted through hits like An Endless Supply, How We Know, It’s Trivia, No Culture Icons and Let Your Earth Quake. Thanks to Noah for making this happen.
They will be playing the Mercury on May 27th with the Hold Steady, and I highly recommend that you pick up your tickets now. Just go to the box office and say you believe in rock.
Quick Note.
Did anyone else see that Jesse Malin is playing two dates at the Mercury in late June?
Does anyone care?
Tooling Around.
After they finished we ran upstairs to say hello to DTL before hitting the streets. I ended up stopping in at Lizzy’s house on 7th Street where she was hanging out with Jigga and Allie. We watched some Aqua Teen Hunger Force and Liz gave me a burned copy of the Fight Night video we made a few years back. Builder, I have it at the house, remind me to show it to you later!
Later that evening I met up with Becky, Kasha, Britton and Sophie at Frank on 2nd Avenue. It was great because Becky’s roommate is the bartender so we got some free drinks. They had come from some Other Music party at APT so a couple of them were tossed, especially Sophie who proceeded to puke everywhere including Kasha’s purse. It was all quite embarrassing, so Britton got her out of there. The three of us hung out for awhile before calling it an evening.
You Spoon Water Like Love.
If you can't afford housing at NYU, you can always sell drugs. A student worker in my office, who lives in Hayden, said it was a mad house. This girl was selling pot, acid, coke and shrooms. I wonder if she has a boyfriend? Julia, I'll wait for you!
Finally! Someone hit the ball!
Coachella is for suckers. Bring on Lollapalooza! Killers, Walkmen and Broken Social Scene get added to a couple of dates.
Elliot Smith's final full-length is getting set for release. Also, there will be a film showing regarding the fallen rock star at Coachella.
The Stills have a profile in the latest Guardian in which they claim that they don't hate Americans. Phew, I can cross them off my "To Kill" list.
While reading Gawker I came across this link to a site counting down to the 18th birthday of the Olsen twins.
Division of Laura Lee takes some time to hang out with Filter to explain that they don't use their brains and the gravity defying teeth of their lead singer.
I'd give this record a high rating on their cover art alone. Thanks to Mr. Bones for passing me a copy. I need to give it more time.
David Carradine, the man with the amazing cadence, is this week's feature interview in the Onion's A.V. Club. Go see Kill Bill II!
Today’s Ipod Mix included: Frank Black, Abstract Plain; Stephen Malkmus, Sheets; The Jackson 5, Sugar Daddy; The Jam, In the Crowd; Count Machuki, More Scorcha; Broken Social Scene, Pitter Patter Goes My Heart; Pulp, Dishes; Longwave, Can’t Feel A Thing; Modest Mouse, Tiny Cities Made of Ashes.
Crazy For You Baby.
What would you do if you were attacked by a bear? This kid punched it in the fucking face.
Yesterday I saw a post on Jinner's site regarding the Siren line-up. Its a bit of a ho-hum list of artists, especially since last years was so great, despite the heat, the crowds and the drugs done in the arcade bathroom. I am really excited about seeing the Fiery Furnaces and the Constantines.
If you didn't see this yet, all you bedroom DJ's get poised to be famous. David Bowie requests mash-up of his own material.
Mick Jone's is at it again. Could the Clash star's new creation be as good as the Libertines full-length. I'm guessing yes.
We all saw this debate coming. There may be some truth to it. Stranger things have happened. Open your eyes America! Stop the rednecks!
How did this record slip under my radar? Is it out domestically?
Here is a blurb and some pictures of last week's French Kicks show at the Northsix.
Catch some detail's on the new Mooney Suzuki record which is a collaboration with The Matrix.
Puff Daddy or P Diddy or Sean Combs (I wonder what he goes by in the program) gets a solid review after his opening night on Broadway.
The Ravonettes are getting set to head back to the studio and Sune believes their new songs are better than the Strokes.
If you like Mike Skinner and the Streets, you should read this Guardian article about the new record.
Franz Ferdinand has a sit down with CNN and answers the same questions all over again.
Last week's Onion has a sit down with Ricky Gervais of the hit BBC comedy, the Office. Someone read it and summarize for me... please?
Did I link this already? I believe so, but take some time and read it. It's an awesome collection of artists on artists at Rolling Stone.
Someone please give these filmmakers the rights to release End of the Century. I need my fix. I've got the shakes and I'm out of needles and pins.
Today's Ipod Mix included: The Thermals, Fucking A and More Parts Per Million on shuffle.
My Top Ten.
This list is inspired by Beach's email of the same name. This is a rundown of my Top 10 bands for each afternoon at the Coachella Festival. If I'm missing something awesome, let me know.
Saturday, May 1.
1. The Pixies
2. Junior Senior
3. Moving Units
4. LCD Soundsystem
5. The Stills
6. Q and Not U
7. Kraftwerk
8. The Rapture
9. Erase Errata
10. ... And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead
Honorable Mention: Dios, Stellastarr*, Howie Day (I kid, I kid), and I have to see Phanotm Planet play the theme song to the O.C.
Sunday, May 2.
1. The Cure
2. !!!
3. The Flaming Lips
4. Broken Social Scene
5. Muse
6. Ash
7. Le Tigre
8. The Thrills
9. Elefant
10. Dizzee Rascal
Honorable Mention: Killers, Sleepy Jackson, Danger Mouse, and Whitestarr.
Bob Has Had It Up To Here.
In some startling news, Guided By Voices has decided to call it quits after they finish a summer tour promoting what is now their final album.
The official announcement was released on GBV's web page. I wasn't kidding when I told Oveis he should see them while they are still alive and playing. And if you didn't know, Bob Pollard is the self proclaimed founder of the Strokes.
Xtra Ticket.
Just a heads up, a friend of mine has an extra ticket for Saturday's Coachella show which features the Pixies! Email me if you are interested. So you know, it has sold out.
One Massive Culkin.
The title of this post was my reply to Miriam’s question of how the party went. It was a fucking mess. Who knew it would blow up in that fashion? No one was called and the official announcement didn’t come until 8pm, but we still managed to pack 186 with drunken kids. Let me start from the beginning.
I want to start out saying thank you to all of you who wrote or called me to send birthday wishes. It was truly a fantastic 23rd and after that, I’m ready to kick the bucket. Thanks to those of you who tossed me mix tape or any other birthday schwagg. I’d like to thank Noah and Beach for the bottle of tequila, but then again, maybe I wouldn’t.
It Was A Festival!
Naturally, I wanted the evening to start out with a massive trip to my favorite restaurant, Festival. Builder, Miriam, Beach, Noah, Stevo and Kyle jumped on the train. Before we sat down, I had ordered the table a round of tequila shots so we would all have a solid base before dinner. The Guacamole flowed like cash through a casino and the margaritas were taken down at an alarming rate. Everyone in on the meal managed to get sauced before we left the restaurant. The plan was for me to put it on a credit card, but when the bill came, we realized that they don’t take card. In an effort to redeem myself, Beach, Stevo, Noah and I went to Key Foods and bought something like six cases of PBR.
We returned to the house where kids began to collect. We were taking shots of tequila like it was our job. Unfortunately for him, Lou became the first victim of the evening’s high registry of Culkin’s, (come to think of it, he got the first two). By the time 12am rolled around, our kitchen had been covered in beer. This wasn’t helped by the group shotgun we performed where kids were more concerned with spraying each other with the beer than actually consuming it.
The evening got a little crazy for me when I puked up my entire dinner and then returned to the kitchen only to be Culkined by Beach and Builder. While I laid on my back laughing, Kyle took the liberty to dump an entire beer on my head. Let me say it now. As soon as that kid’s ankle heals, he is going down. I was also Culkined by Lucy and Beach. The fucking Beach’s Culkined me! She has it coming to her now, especially after she was a part of the Culkin that took Johnny down into the drum kit in my bedroom. Chances are, she will spend a lot of time on the grass at Coachella.
My favorite Culkin of the evening was registered by Beach and I. Builder hops into the kitchen in full Mets gear. He had one of those shiny coats with the Mets emblem on the front along with his Mets hat. Before that bag of snacks realized it, Beach had dropped to his knees and I put him on his back. It was great. If you are wondering, there were girls there, and they were pleading with us to lay off, especially after Lowel freaked out and started punching people, but you know what, we never learn.
I’d also like to say thanks to the kids who put my birthday cake inside my pillowcase. You know who you are, and watch your back, the site is on you.
Around 2am I opened the fridge and to my dismay, we had run out of PBR, (though I neglected to remember the 12 pack I had stashed). At this point it was time to wrangle up the kids and send them on their way. We were lucky everyone bounced when they did, because 10 minutes later the cops showed up. They can’t do anything, but it’s still a pain in the ass.
The whole group headed over to 2A and for some reason I thought this was a good idea. All I could remember is that the bar was so fucking dark, and Saturday I realized it was because my shades were on. Eventually I had made it to the bar with Cami who turned to order us shots at which point I ducked out like a bastard and called it an evening.
Shitfest Take Two.
Saturday morning Builder, Miriam and I got up early to pick up the apartment before they headed out of town. Around 1pm Cami and I met for some breakfast at this Soul/Southern food joint on 12th Street between A & B. The food was great and the service was sweet, but catfish and sausage gravy was not what my stomach needed.
Cami and I went back to 186 to hang on the fire escape while listening to the new David Cross record. I’ve said it before, but everyone needs to hear this record because Cross is a genius. We retired to the indoors where we sat around and played Trivial Pursuit. One of us did really well, and I’ll leave it to you figure out who. Oveis stopped by on his way home from the draft, (check out the post below). We hung out for awhile before heading to Mike’s party.
Saturday was Mike’s (from Bside/Jagerbomb fame) birthday and he had a bitching party in his backyard in the LES. We arrived a bit on the early side and partook in the PBR keg he had picked up. It was a great setting to segue into the evening. Watching the sun set while sipping cold beer in a killer backyard is right next to heaven in all time awesomeness. It made me feel like I was back in San Francisco with my little sister at some random barbeque. The place was full of kids like Sivan, Josh, Stevo, Sam, Leah, Megan and a slew of new peps. Big props go out to Mike for being on the ball and picking us up a couple of Bouncing Souls tickets.
By 8pm Cami, Leah and I were on our way to Crif Dog to pick up some grub before Cami and I headed to Bowery. We ate our food while I sat and read a bunch of questions from the Simpson’s Jeopardy game that is in their box of fun. Cami and I had time to kill so we stopped at International Bar for a quick Beast.
We got to the Bowery as Seachange was ripping into their first song which is also my favorite track of theirs; Glitterball. They were so right on and as I’ve said before, a band that everyone should check out, especially if they are into weighty Brit rock. During the change over (sidenote: at this point I was gone) we said hello to Beach, Daylen, Liz, Noah, Lucy and Mohawk who had all made their way to the back and were ready for some serious GBV action. Carlos showed up so Beach, him and I headed upstairs for a quick tequila shot before heading back down to see Bob Pollard do some serious leg kicks. Their set was outstanding, and Bob was simply out of control. It made for a great fucking close to a couple of nights of hard drinking.
Sunday I woke up a bit late and had to explain to the landlord why kids were in the hall so late on Friday which was a pain in my ass. So the next time you are at 186 do not go out into the hall to use your phone, make out or puke (Stevo! But thanks for doing it into a bag). Noah and I met up over at my friend Becky’s house. Becky has recently moved to the city from the dirty Jerz and she is a welcomed addition to the hood. After escaping the mess in her hallway, (some jackass set off a fire extinguisher) we made our way to Odessa for a sub par meal from one of my favorite establishments.
After the meal, we returned to 186 to waste away the rest of the day in the living room. The three of us got into some more Pursuit battles that had Becky coming out on top. Eventually, Kasha, Beach, Kristen, Builder and Stevo showed up and we settled into a viewing of the Todd Philips classic, Old School. My intention was to head to Pianos to see Jeanie’s set along with Dennis’ but it never panned out. I was also told that Adam played a Luna show last night so I’d like to send out my apologies to everyone, but if you saw me this weekend, you would understand why a day off was necessary.
After some spooky dreams and a serious morning, I’ve slipped into my afternoon in the office and I still have a pile of work on my desk that I can barely see over. But that’s beside the point.
Live Fast, Die Young.
4 Days until I leave for Coachella! I can't wait to cuddle with Whitney and pee on Paul!
I'd also like to send a shout out to Mr. Oveis; thanks for reading.
Today’s Ipod Mix included: The Pixies, Gigantic (live); Alton Ellis, I Don’t Want to be Right; The Beatles, Every Little Thing; Led Zeppelin, Whole Lotta Love; The Postal Service, Nothing Better; Devo, Gut Feeling; Beck, New Pollution; Weezer, Falling for You; Elvis Costello, Watching the Detectives; Pavement, The Hexx.
Draft Day.
In the six round of this afternoon's NFL Draft, Alec Oveis was selected by the Philadelphia Eagles as a kicker. Check out his picture.
We Gonna Party Like It's Your Birthday.
So today marks the golden birthday. 23 on the 23rd. I'm old. I feel old. I'm hungover. I feel hungover. Are we going to party tonight? You bet. Where? You tell me.
I'd like to thank my mom's womb for having me. It was great. Don't ever change. I would also like to thank all the people from my Catholic Church. Without your gossip ring and evil tendencies, I may never have gotten out of Clearfield
Do Yourself A Favor.
Go to the new Do's and Don'ts section of this months Vice. You can get there by clicking the link of this peach. And remember to check out the Don'ts page. It's a riot.
I'm An Idiot.
Despite my massive anticipation of the Dirty On Purpose show, I fucking missed it because the bartender at Mars bar gave me huge shots of tequila. My apologies to Jin, Dj, Joe and the rest of the crew. More on this later.
Happy Birthday Kyle!
In Case You Weren't Aware.
Come to Pianos this evening to hear the progressive sounds of the Brooklyn based rock outfit, Dirty On Purpose. Check out the invite and start your weekend early.
See you at the show.
Weather Is Cool.
For those of your heading to Indio, California next week, check out what we have to look forward to. This is going to be genius.
My sunburn will be worse than John Candy's in that film Summer Rental.
Check This Out.
In my unending quest to shape your opinion, I'm posting a couple links to some jive that's been scribbled this past week. Check out my Flavorpill listing for Sunday nights Q and Not U show at the Bowery. Also, my first article for Sugarzine has been posted. It is an Under the Radar piece which was an attempt to give some exposure to some worthy bands. Just click this link for the article.
Eating Like A Cuban King.
Last night Sivan and I decided to treat ourselves to some delicious Spanish grub at Paladar which is located on Ludlow Street between Houston and Stanton. It is a favorite of Sivan’s and now it ranks high on this guy’s list. We slid in just before the end of happy hour so we scored some cheap Strawberry Daiquiri. They also hook you up with some chickpea and black bean (separate) dips along with some chips. We split a couple of huge apps which included some steamed mussels and fried calamari. The meal could have ended there, but we pressed on and split a Cuban sandwich that came with fries and a salad. We settled up and waddled our stuffed bodies down the street toward my apartment. Sivan stopped at San Loco to say hello to some friends so I took that opportunity to get a takeout Margarita from El Sombrero.
The WhOa.C.
We returned to 186 and got comfortable for a couple hours of solid programming. After watching Seth Green try to paw up Donna on That Seventies Show, we saw one of the divas get cut from the American Idol contest. But none of that mattered because the import show was still on the way.
With only 3 episodes of the O.C. left this season (that includes last night), the O.C. potluck has dwindled in numbers and conviction. We did manage to have a solid crew that included Sivan, Sean, Sarah, Stevo, Karen, Kyle, Noah and me. Though I wasn’t expecting it, last night’s episode had a lot of action. Seth totally blew it with Summer’s pops so now they are on the rocks, even after Seth said, “Your dad won’t need a menu because he will be eating out of my hand.” Marissa and Ryan are peaches and cream despite Teresa moving into the Cohen’s pool house due to Eddie’s flying fists. The show has turned to the adults for new plot lines. Jimmy has shacked up with Kristen’s little sister while Julie’s sister showed up at the shower to embarrass her. Caleb is still an old man with a wrinkly dick.
Next week a bomb will be dropped when Teresa explains that she can’t go back to Chino because she is preggers. Whose baby will it be? Sivan thinks it’s Ryan’s which could spell trouble for our super hero.
Post O.C. Rock Show.
After the TV Fever, Noah, Stevo and I skipped down the block (we didn’t actually skip; Greens are Gay) to the Mercury where DTL’s band, Circle and Square were getting ready to hit. Dan told me that he didn’t want to talk to me and said I was there out of spite, but it was in the playful “fuck you” manner that we treat each other. Hawkins, Ghory and Uncle Mike were in the joint so we moved to the backroom to catch some of the rock.
I haven’t seen Circle and Square since sophomore year which seems to be ages ago. They were playing out at the Luna and Mikey told me to make the trip to see these kids. They have come a long way since those days, and their sound has developed into a hybrid that contains equal parts Fugazi, Weezer and At the Drive In. Dan plays some interesting drum parts that would cause me to lose time faster than Paul loses it with a hot girl or any girl for that matter. They also have some angular riffs that lean toward the math side of rock, but they bring big solos too keep things light. Not a bad show, and I want to let DTL know if he needs a hug, I’m here for him.
After The Show Is The After Party.
We ran into Jin and her friend Anna who plays in Knife Skills at the show, so we (including Hawk and Ghory) decided to try the Library for a post show drink. Our time there was cut short because the place smelled like the worst dump ever. Jin took another picture of me which she must delete. Well, actually I believe it was kind of cool. Anyway, we skipped that shithole (literally) and went to 2A for a couple of beverages. Anna told me about her adventures as a Texas lady while I charmingly spilled a drink on my crotch. At that point it was time to check out and go home to listen to the new David Cross record.
If you are wondering? It’s fantastic.
Wednesday Short Stack.
Justin Hawkins to go under the knife! The Darkness front man will receive throat surgery due to some serious heartburn problems. How are they connected? I just don't know. Let me ask you this... Do we still care about this band?
Check out Pitchfork's Found Sound feature. It's a goldmine for audiophiles.
I love the Cure just as much as the next kid, but I am failing to get excited at this news. It is like an unwanted step brother who is shows up and isn't as cool as your real one. Actually, I don't have any brothers.
The Hold Steady are profiled in this weeks Village Voice.
Spin has some tidbits and photos from the Pixies show in Minneapolis.
I'm A Slave For Bones.
Do you have Windows Media Player? If so, you should click this link and listen to These Bones' cover of Britney Spears' single Toxic.
Apparantly they played it at the last Luna show, but Sean told me half of the crowd didn't know it was a cover because it was dripping with Bones rock sleeze. Check it out and realize that pop song writers should be sending their songs to rock bands.
I Like Your Mom.
Since I already sent out an email regarding my mother's 50th birthday, than you may not need to read this portion. For those of you who didn't receive the email and are New York gurus, please drop me an email if you have any ideas on what I can pick her up for the big day. She will be in the NYC from Sunday, May 9th until Tuesday, May 11th, but the only block of time I have for her is Monday morning and afternoon. Many of you have suggested a spa or massage which is what I'm leaning towards now, but if someone has something full of awesomeness that I can get my mother and her sisters into on the 10th, than pass it on and be ready for the love. Thanks so much!
Burn It Down.
As many of you know, yesterday was April 20, 2004 which means it was 4/20. The glorious day where potheads and hippies everywhere celebrate some make believe holiday. It's like Saint Patrick's Day for the drunks. It's like Christmas for the Jews. It's just another reason to get fucked up. Did I smoke the green for the holiday? Of course not, but I did do a knifer.
In other holiday news: Happy Secretary's Day to all of you who hump desks and pick up phones for a living, (keep in mind this includes me).
Get Busy Tonight.
My initial plan for this evening was to get some work done, but at this point the heavens are opening up and splashing us with a slew of options that must be exploited.
1. You must watch the O.C. Marrissa is planning to drop the bomb at her mother's wedding shower while Ryan has to deal with that ghetto fab ex of his who is getting beat up by her fiannce. Word on the street is that one more character will be leaving the show before the season is done. We have already lost Anna and Luke, but who could be next? My money is Caleb has a heartattack once he hears that Julie was sleeping with his grandson's buddy.
2. Rana will be putting on one of their solid rock shows down at Tribeca this evening. They have just returned from a few shows out west so go lend these Jersey boys some support.
They recently finished their new record, so make sure to ask them about it.
3. I haven't seen Circle and Square in quite some time so I'll probably catch their set after the show. They will be hitting at 10:30pm at the lovely Mercury Lounge. Be there or be square, (I couldn't resist).
4. There is also a listening party for the second full-length by the French Kicks titled The Trial of the Century, at HiFi this evening.
Get there around 8pm to grab an early listen and some $2 Red Stripe.
Haircuts And Super Rock.
Some people are just plain awesome. Some of those people are having a big party tomorrow night at Pianos to celebrate the upcoming release of Dirty on Purpose's (first official) Ep, Sleep Late for a Better Tomorrow. They will be playing with Qatsi and having a bitching after party featuring Miss Modernage and Jo Divestar on the decks.
Check out the crazy artwork on this one. Those kids are great.
Guess who got a haircut?
Fix Up, Look Sharp.
Even though we have lost Wilco to rehab or whatever the story is, we can rejoice in the fact that we will have the 2 steppin Brit Dizzee Rascal to look after us while we wonder through Indio.
Dizzee has confirmed the upcoming festival.
Whitney Is A Tough Guy.
So today I received an email from Whitney down in our nation's capital. He told me he got into a bike accident which is preventing him from flying to Coachella. He sustained a concussion and three broken fingers along with the bumps you see here:
He will no longer be joining us. He will be dying later. Oh and in case you are wondering, this is a joke. The bastard was doing a movie shoot.
The Hits Keep Coming!
Another big show has just been confirmed. If you are unable to see the Shins with Morrissey, maybe you will be lucky enough to score a ticket to their May 9th show at the Bowery Ballroom. I don't know when tickets go on sale, but they will go quick.
Big Show Additions!
I've just been informed of two amazing shows that have been confirmed. Check these out if you get the chance.
1. The May 7th Morrissey show @ the Apollo Theater has just confirmed the Shins as an opener. This should change the world. I'm dreaming of a ticket. Moz will also have the New York Dolls opening for him on the other dates. Can I get a collective, "Holy Shit!"
2. On May 27th the Mercury Lounge may be brought to its knees because the Thermals, the Hold Steady and the Panthers have all confirmed this show. Bring it on!
The Rundown. Part Second.
With Friday shrinking in the rear view, Saturday became a welcomed fresh start. It began with brunch at Mogador. Yes, I know this establishment has been discussed before, but I would like to reiterate that it may be the best brunch in the neighborhood despite what Sarah has to say about Clinton Street (though that place rocks, as you will read later). Lowel, Howerton, Builder, Miriam and I settled into the corner for a delicious meal. We were interrupted by some Coo’ing coming from the door. We could have sworn it was Oveis, but no one showed their face. Is it possible that kids are now Coo’ing from seeing us? Have we started a trend? I hope the answer lies in the negative.
We returned to 186 where Dee and I proceeded to fill the fridge with Jello shots. Those little party favors are trouble. Throughout the day I proceeded to eat so many and by the time the party came around, I was totaled, but we will get to that.
Sidenote: Is this blog just the ramblings of a sloppy drunk? Has my reputation been tarnished by the rants about tossing my shit all over the East Village? I hope my mom never Googles me. She may find this blog or even this picture.
After the shots were made and dinner had been ordered, Noah, Sean, Kyle, Greg and I hung low while trying to muster the strength to go big that evening. Karl, Emily, Simon and Scott showed up before we were able to pass out while watching the Mummy Returns. This is when the fall of hate began. We were tossing Jello shots around like peanut venders at Yankee Stadium. We each took somewhere in the vicinity of 10 shots before heading to Bside. It was a disgusting display of pure hedonism and I loved it.
Were You There?
Who the fuck? What the fuck?
Saturday night was a shit show. I’d like to thank all the kids that came out to help celebrate 186’s birthdays, but to be honest I can’t remember who the fuck was there. Hell, my night ended with Amen wanting to kick my ass for bouncing on the hood of a car. Who does that? It was the tequila I tell you. The tequila. Stevo and I managed to control the pool table for the first hour of the evening, but eventually that evaporated and all stability was lost. Special thanks to Sivan for letting us get fucking plowed at her bar. She said there is Jello everywhere which prompts the question; why weren’t you people putting it in your mouths? Also special thanks to Sivan and Karen for making us personalized cupcakes. Amy also brought in a cake that was top of the pops. There were many Culkins to be had that evening, and to my recollection, I was a part of all three. You can read about them below. The evening got seriously blurry and in the next moment I was waking up in my bed struggling with the realization that the party was now over, (or was it?).
Nothing Is Over Until We Say It’s Over.
Nothing could have prepared me for the battle that was done on Sunday. Upon rising, I was met in the kitchen by Gabe who was going through his early morning ritual that I have grown accustomed to after he lived on the couch during his winter break. We were joined by Rob, Builder and Alex who had received a drunken shaming by Howerton that consisted of some artistic penises drawn on his cheeks. The five of us decided to man up and finish the Jello shots that were left in the fridge. By 12:30pm I had four shots and was well on my way to wasting the day. We sat in the dark and passed a bottle of whiskey until some of the kids decided to go pick up Clinton Street Bakery breakfast. They make this dish called the Spanish Scramble that would knock your socks off. Eventually I collected myself and met Liz, Leah and Cami who were hanging out on Liz’s stoop. Leah, Cami and I made it over to the dog park, but Cami and I quickly broke out to enjoy some afternoon bevvies at Croxley Ale House on Avenue B. This place (despite being a bit out of place) is a stellar sports bar with loads of beer on tap. This didn’t matter to us because we have a fondness for Canadian Club, but it will appeal to those of you who search for the perfect beer as though it is the Holy Grail.
On our walk back to 186 we ran into Dennis Cahlo and the always lovely Audrey who were grabbing some ice cream before heading back to Dennis’ show at Pianos. Next Sunday is your last chance to see the 7th Day Residency series that has featured Dennis’ reflective acoustic song writing. He has recently picked up another guitar player, and I’m excited to see them both in action on Sunday. Did I mention the show was free and that Hightower Smith will be playing early? Fuck the Sopranos, this kid has the goods.
Cami and I made our way out to the fire escape where we continued to sip Canadian Club in the company of Kyle. Eventually Sean bones, Noah, Beach, Oveis and Christie came over before Sam Champion’s show. Christie brought me a birthday present she had purchased at the 6th Ave flea markets. It was a few acetate records that looked amazing and one was Let the Good Times Roll. Classic.
So we strolled over to the show and saddled up for a great set by Noah who was without the rest of Sam Champion. It was kind of strange watching him up on stage by his lonesome, but his charisma shinned through. He played all the hits from the upcoming (where is it!) record and even added some harmonica parts. Ms. Moon and I had some discussions about which songs we liked the best and the “cuddle song” that she mentioned was Can’t See the Stars. Sean bones joined Noah on stage for a few songs and they looked great together. At this point, drunkenness had set in, and I was ready to rock. They did a great job while keeping it loose and playful.
After the show, I ran downstairs to say good show to the boys. Jin was down there and she snapped a picture of me and proceeded to show me a picture she had from the previous evening outside of Bside. Jin please delete that picture. I would like to erase the evening from my memory.
Oveis and I went back to the house to pick up Kyle, Christie and Cami on our way to Festival. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve gone to that joint which is quite a shame. We managed to pack it in while I took more tequila shots and also spilled some down the front of me.
A Case Of The Mondays.
My stomach was a mess after the weekend, so I decided to take it easy Monday and call in. The sick day is a beautiful thing, especially when you don’t have many vacation days to spare. After taking it easy throughout the morning, I had some lunch with Builder (who is now in Chitown), Jeanie, Hawk and Adeira. Eventually I made it to the park to take in some of the day before heading back home to do some work.
The evening was great. I ran into Beach and Justin who were cleaning the last of Beacheros stuff out of Red Square. Liz met me at Beach’s new pad and we hit the streets for an evening stroll. We ran into Cami and Flynne on our way to Leah and Barb’s house. We hung out in Stytown for a bit before heading back home. It was a great weekend capped off by a solid afternoon.
Now I’m back in my cube catching up on some missed work. What does tonight hold in store for this superhero? I may check out the Prosaics at Sin-e. Does anyone have any other suggestions?
Weekend Shit Show.
Who knows how many of you crossed my path this weekend, but rest assured you probably saw me at my worst. Bender may not be the correct word, but it works. Trying to find a beginning or an end to all of it has become a daunting task for this wannabe wordsmith. What follows is a recount of the stories that have been passed on, shared and experienced by yours truly. And yes, it will be in list format.
Top Ten Drunk People of This weekend..
10. PenisFace: He got cocks drawn all over his face. He also has great stories about eating butt.
9. Miriam: She had a great puking experience outside of the bar.
8. Mikey: That kid can throw a keg party, but he should try not to drink the whole keg.
7. Leclare: Was he even there? He may have been the only kid drunker than me.
6. Dee: This fire is out of control.
5. Sean BigM: That kid was tossed. Good form.
4. Kyle: He tried to walk and broke his ankle again.
3. Karl the Rapper: For his undying persistence to eat as many Jello shots as possible and his logical discussion regarding the physics of a good bender.
2. The Hawk: And I quote “Was Xanex or Aderall that I just ate?” He also fought Oveis outside Bside.
1. Jay “Ortega” Belin: Of course I’m number one. Did you see me this weekend? Embarrassing. I should have John Williams score my weekends.
Top Five Physical Feats.
5. Sean bones going for the onstage Culkin of Chernin. Sorry I dropped the ball.
4. Builder’s Brunch skills. That kid is methodical. Keep your hands and feet inside until the ride has come to a complete stop.
3. The Culkin executed on me while I was holding a box of Jello shots. How many spilled? None.
2. Kyle hitting a homerun during Saturday’s Wiffle Ball battle. Did I mention he is on crutches and can’t put weight on his right foot.
1. Hawkins and Oveis fought outside of the bar after Alec and I Culkined Hawkins. They were on the ground, and Oveis got pretty scratched up.
Hard Dude Award.
Everyone who woke up at 186 and proceeded to get trashed before noon. Definitely best in show.
The Rundown. Part Uno.
Can anyone tell me why my ear hurts so much? Did someone punch me in the head? I’m serious here. It hurts so much.
Anyway, Friday started with a 7:15pm showing of Kill Bill Volume 2 at the Lowe’s on Third Avenue and something street. Christie organized a large group that included Hawk, Dee, Kyle, Julia and I. We got some solid seats and settled in for another fantastic effort from Quentin. His films are so spot on. That guy can write some dialog. The whole thing clicks. The story about the fish dying was amazing. The first film had more eye candy, but this one filled in all the story holes left from the earlier picture. There were some daring visual elements to Volume 2 (pitch dark screen and the scene with the monk), but they don’t rival the violence of Volume 1.
After the flick, Hawk, Christie, Julia and I caught a quick Blue 9 Burger. I saw the bass player from Surefire in the restaurant, but I don’t know the guy. Are those kids in college? They look really young, but they are doing quite well for themselves.
We hopped the L Train and headed to Mike and Katie’s party out in Williamsburg. We were greeted by Stevo, Jordan and the rest of the gang that assembled quickly when word of a free keg began to spread. The apartment was full of kids so the beer ran out on the early side so we got 99 cent 22’s and DTL even got a six pack of tall boys for under four dollars. For the life of me I can’t remember the brand, so fill me in Dan. My favorite part of the evening was talking ska with Margo and Katie. We ran down the list of ridiculous ska that we used to rock out to. Then a mix tape had an Op Ivy track along with NOFX and Less Than Jake songs. It was a trip down memory lane. All I can say is Johnny Quest knows I sold out.
Eventually the beer ran out and the surely attitude brewing was an indication for me to get myself home. Lowel and I split a car back into the LES where I met Dee to get the ingredients for the Jello fiesta. Once home, I decided to let the booze take hold, and I passed out before getting work. A couple batches were made so I had some for breakfast the next morning.
That’s just the beginning. Saturday and Sunday were crazy, but I can’t get into that right now. A four-week rule may have to be called on them.
Thanks for reading my dribble. More to come tomorrow.
Broken Record.
Since these parties will be amazing, I feel the need to post the information one more time. This is just an attempt to keep it at the top of the page, so look at it if you haven't seen it, and prepare to rock if you are already aware.
Friday (16th) Night Keg in the Burg!
This party is sponsored by Mike "Your Baby's Daddy" Rothfeld and Katie "Get Your Hands Up My Skirt" Notopolous who are splitting the duty of birthday shithead. Katie's birthday was on Tuesday while Mikey's victory day is today (Happy Birthday you sexy beast). The party is being held at Katie and Amy's apartment and will kick off around 10pm. The directions follow:
- 43 Bushwick Ave #2f, Williamsburg.
- Take the L to Grand St. Take a left when you exit the subway.
- #43 is 2 blocks down where Ainslie St would be if it went through the other side of Bushwick.
Saturday (17th) Night Shitshow in Alphabet City!
This party is being held in honor of Josh "Meat is Murder" Builder, Jay "I'm Now MIA" Belin and Kyle "The Imaginary Friend" Lawrence. If you haven't worn yourself out by this point, make sure to come by Bside where we will be sharing in the joy of cheap tequila and free Jello shots. Sivan has approved the latter and we plan to turn this place out. I know it will be packed, but what better way to make out with someone? And don't hog the bathrooms with your make out partners; some people don't like peeing in the street. So we will turn this place out around 10pm so get there early so we can get superfucked by 11pm. Did I say there will be free Jello shots? Look at how college I can be.
- Bside is on Avenue B between 12th & 13th Street.
- Come ready to be Culkined.
Kyle, Builder and I purchased a case of vodka last night, so rest assured there will be enough shots for everyone, but if you ask me for them, you will be denied!
Lost Talent.
This morning a Portland four-piece who called themselves the Exploding Hearts came up on the Ipod shuffle. If you have yet to hear their debut (and ultimately, final) record Guitar Romantic, than get down to Kim's or Other Music and pick yourself up a copy. It's prime for any late 70's punk lover, though the record was made with special attention being given to the pop elements that are embedded in the style. These boys have the leather clad look and feel of the Ramones, and though their songs have the same punch as the boys from Queens, their songs are more geared towards the sex crazed Buzzcocks. The sound is more reminiscent of the bubblegum side of the Undertones and other great early punk pop bands like the Dickies and a less bratty Replacements.
Unfortunately the Exploding Hearts careers were cut short at the end of last summer when they had an accident while driving home from a show in California. Two members died in the car accident while the lead singer, who had a preexisting heart condition, died of heart failure at the site of the accident. One member and their manager survived the crash. It is a horrible incident that cut their careers and lives short. Give them a try, you may be pleasantly surprised with the genuine nature of their punk attitude.
Hating Music Should Be Easier.
Do you know what today is? In my book, we call it a super Friday. You know what I’m talking about. That glorious bi-weekly day where your work week comes to an end and your labor is paid off in wage form. Today I received a check for my expert administrative work and at lunch time some of that hard earned scratch was dropped at Other Music in pursuit of the perfect record. To be exact, I spent $86 dollars on records, most of which I’ve never heard before (with the exception of the new Modest Mouse and some of the Seachange full length). What compels us to spend cold hard cash on these “take a chance” records? Lord knows my refrigerator could use something other than ketchup and mustard, but I refuse to drop dimes on food when there is new music to be heard. Many have told me that I’m wasting my time with this new music.
Unfortunately, I can guarantee that half of the music bought today will get no more than five spins in the stereo before making their way to the bookshelf where they will learn how to collect dust and play nice with the other long forgotten discs. So why do I waste my money? Because I’m a fucking junkie and no matter how much I rationalize my purchases the bottom line remains that my broke ass shouldn’t be spending dough on anything but loan payments and peanut butter. I fucking hate peanut butter.
Another Night In.
Thursday was met with the same excitement as the rest of the week which means none. After putting together a set of questions to send out to The Pleased, Josh picked me up and we went to the liquor store across the street from the old apartment to purchase the vodka for Saturday’s party. It is going to be very festive (stole that from a Cali girl I like). We came back downtown and I finished up some work before Liz came over to watch Kill Bill. Yeah, it was my second time this week, but I want the movie to be fresh because a group of us are taking it in before heading out to the keg party this evening. It should be great. Liz may not want this mentioned, but she fell asleep during the final fight scene. Who does that?
Forgotten Goodness.
Some bands have slid to the margins of underground music, but there is one band that I (along with Mike) would like to carry the torch for; The Impossibles from Austin Texas. Buy their records. Any emo loving Weezer fan will fall head over heals for this now defunct band. They have a couple of records, but rest assured they all are amazing, (even the Brick Bomb Ep). If you need a sampler let me know.
Today's Ipod Mix included: Led Zeppelin, Whole Lotta Love; Junior/Senior, Good Girl Bad Boy; Exploding Hearts, Modern Kicks; The Beatles, Mr. Moonlight; Creedence, Lodi; The Pleased, No Style; Minor Threat, Good Guys; Girls Against Boys, Life In Pink; The Kinks, Susannah's Still Alive; Sea Ray, Lalaland; Pavement, Rattled By the Rush.
Rock Out With The O.C.
Liz McDonald is such a huge fan of the show that every Thursday she spends her mornings googling the names of each cast member to come up with new tidbits for her O.C. Blog. Ok, so she has never seen the show and she has a hard on for hating it (think cross armed hipsters trying to keep their jaded front at a Strokes show), but she was doing some VH1 research on Mischa and she came across this article. Read the last question.
While you are rocking out to Radiohead or the Pixies, I'm going to be making out with Summer and Marissa. Maybe even Seth, (if I'm drunk enough).
Say It With Me... Party.
Now that the weekend has officially started (by the Williamsburg rule of Thursday is the new Friday) I can discuss this weekend's party plans without any guilty feelings. If you have yet to hear about the birthday parties going down this weekend, then you better listen up, take notes and tell your friends. I'll go in chronological order so no one is confused:
Friday (16th) Night Keg in the Burg!
This party is sponsored by Mike "Your Baby's Daddy" Rothfeld and Katie "Get Your Hands Up My Skirt" Notopolous who are splitting the duty of birthday shithead. Katie's birthday was on Tuesday while Mikey's victory day is today (Happy Birthday you sexy beast). The party is being held at Katie and Amy's apartment and will kick off around 10pm. The directions follow:
- 43 Bushwick Ave #2f, Williamsburg.
- Take the L to Grand St. Take a left when you exit the subway.
- #43 is 2 blocks down where Ainslie St would be if it went through the other side of Bushwick.
Saturday (17th) Night Shitshow in Alphabet City!
This party is being held in honor of Josh "Meat is Murder" Builder, Jay "I'm Now MIA" Belin and Kyle "The Imaginary Friend" Lawrence. If you haven't worn yourself out by this point, make sure to come by Bside where we will be sharing in the joy of cheap tequila and free jello shots. Sivan has approved the latter and we plan to turn this place out. I know it will be packed, but what better way to make out with someone? And don't hog the bathrooms with your make out partners, some people don't like peeing in the street. So we will turn this place out around 10pm so get there early so we can get superfucked by 11pm. Did I say there will be free Jello shots. Look at how college I am.
- Bside is on Avenue B between 12th & 13th Street.
- Come ready to be Culkined.
Holy O.C.
This show just won't quit. After all the drama last night, they have the balls to show Teressa in the upcoming episode. Why won't that girl go away? Ok, so it looks like Eddie is beating her up, but why does she have to run to Ryan? Anyway, last night's episode was shared by Kristen, Adam, Noah, D, Kyle, Puja and I. Who knew Puja was such a diehard fan? So Julie Cooper is going to be Cohen's grandma and Sandy's mother-in-law! Kaleb's black mailing of Marissa was way out of line. Poor Jimmy, if only he could have refrained from being a crook. And Luke, oh Luke. You will no longer be in our show. I can't say I'm upset, but they could have at least killed him in the car accident. C'mon...!
Another Lazy Night.
It was in fact another night of doing nothing. Burke and Amy came over for a quick hang before they head to Canada and then back to Australia. Burke gave me a cd that his band Gerling made. I'll get into that more later, but for now, I have a deadline to hit, so that's all you get.
Today's Ipod Mix included: Oasis, Shakemaker; Libertines, I Get Along; Neil Young, After the Gold Rush; Pavement, 2-Rich is Stained; Blur, For Tomorrow; Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, Century City; Pixies, Bone Machine; Nirvana, Serve the Servants; Gang of Four, History is Bunk!; Minor Threat, Sob Story; Seachange, Glitterball.
Looking At Stuff Is Fun.
Today's lunch hour was spent sifting through the videos on NME. If you aren't someone who does this all too often, I suggest you add it to your web list of things to check (hopefully this blog is on there). Anyway, this is what I found.
1. My favorite Franz Ferdinand song has been made into a video. This video rocks as much as the band does.
2. One of the Killers better tracks, Somebody Told Me, has also become a killer (no pun intended) video.
3. The not so under the radar act, Dogs Die in Hot Cars, has a visually stunning video for their song God Hopping. Can I get a thumbs up for symetry!
4. I don't know what to make of this song or this band, but the 15 year old girl inside me (named Paul) wants to love it. The Ordinary Boys new single Week In Week Out.
Got Bush?
Is it me or has the rest of America gone absolutely fucking nuts? Maybe they've come back down from their moral high ground that prevented them from voting for a Democrat who served under President who enjoyed a good twirl, but I’m not keeping my hopes up. After President Bush’s ridiculous address last to the nation last night, he fielded questions from reporters who allowed the former cocaine user to avoid answering the tough questions with the use of bullshit sorrow, fear inducing statements and some divine rhetoric that was sent from his heavens. The motherfucker was so hell bent on keeping his holier than thou attitude that he never once said he felt personally responsible for the hundreds of American deaths in Iraq and when probed about his biggest mistake in office, monkey boy came up empty. What about the economy George? How about the environmental destruction? What about your negligence in taking a threat like 9/11 seriously? You are a tit. And I hope each of you get to the booths in November to vote against this monster.
I’m Losing My Edge.
No coffee has been ingested. No wake up call was received. I’m sitting behind my desk trying to figure out what happened with the last two days of my life and my inquiry is coming up empty. Some writing and piles of emails is all I have to show for these shortened evens that have been filled with knifers and whiskey. It’s making me realize exactly why I stopped smoking in the first place. The shit drawls the life right out of me. Time to clean up again. Look sharp. Get yourself back on a healthy regiment of drinking and hangovers nursed with Emergen-C. Why do the days appear to be so short? Can anyone stop this?
Does She Know?
After seeing a specialist, Muse's front man has been cleared to play the NYC show. The tequila dumptruck should be arriving around 9pm.
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