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A Three (Or Four) Hour Tour.
Tonight we all have the chance to get off this god foresaken island. Jake and the Rocks Off Boat Cruise are proud to present RANA and Sam Champion. The boarding of the vessel begins at 7pm and will set sail in the East River around 8pm. Come cruise under three East River bridges on the way to the NYC Harbor where the boat will circle the Statue of Liberty. The city is finally graced with some nice weather so grab your sea legs and come drink PBR's with the boys as we all float on... alright.

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Disarm The Settlers.
Can you make me beautiful? Do you have superior web design skills? Can you help a hapless boy create an exciting new blog? Ok, seriously, I want to revamp this blog and possibly make it a dot com. I know that doesn’t mean much more than registering a URL and directing that URL to the blogspot, but I’d like to do an overhaul. Make this bitch official. I’m sick of looking at the blue. Aren’t you? So drop me an email (the link is to your right) and let me know if you can help out. It will be fairly simple, and I’ll put my anal side to rest if you can help out. I’ll buy you tequila and give you mad props, (well, as many props as a country boy is permitted to distribute).

The New Drunk Drivers.
Day 1 of the new bet passed by without little temptation. Oh, except for some of my best pals sitting in my living room smoking, but we’ll get to that later. Right now I would like to discuss your friend and my lover Chris Jacobson. Ok, we aren’t lovers, but dammit if I had more than 12 ounces of gay in me, I would definitely go for that boy. Don’t let me fool you, he is straighter than an arrow, but after running into him after work I wish we both had the capacity to love each other more than the homoerotic relationship that already exists. While walking down Bleeker on my way home from the office, I ran into Chris who had to do some shoe shopping. None of this mattered. The important part of this story is Chris’ moustache. This kid looked like something out of an early 90’s slacker film. Think Reality Bites meets the 1996 flop SubUrbia. At first I couldn’t believe how fantastic his dirty blonde moustache was, but after some starring the realization became all too clear. This kid is amazing.

So anyway, I got home and was busy on the computer (can I ever escape it’s evil grasp?) when Builder flew through the apartment and went straight to the fire escape. When my work in cyberspace was finished, I peeked out the window to see what roommate #2 was doing. Much to my surprise he was reading The Grapes of Wrath and smoking a cigar. Who the hell is this kid? With all his interesting hobbies, I often think Josh is a 65 year old Japanese grandfather who likes doing origami in his spare time.


Builder???
A group of kids met up to play some basketball at the courts on Norfolk and Rivington. The neighborhood kids had moved their baseball game over so we couldn’t play on the good hoop. The games were fairly sloppy for awhile, but then we caught some rhythm. Basketball is so much fun, but it still is second only to football. After the game Matt, Noah and Dan came back to 186 with me and played the roll of the serpent tempting me with their smelly tree. This bet will be lost in the trenches (read: 4am and beyond on the weekends), but it’s the little things that could push Hawkins or me to the edge.

Builder and I grabbed a quick sushi dinner at some joint located close to (if not next to) Katz’s deli. Nothing fancy, but Builder did love the salad dressing so much that he was drinking it out of the bowl. He loves sauce.

We paid the bill and ducked into the Mercury Lounge. We had a grandiose idea to Culkin Beach upon his entry, but it would have involved him falling into the equipment room. We didn’t want to push our luck with getting someone hurt, breaking the curtain or some band’s equipment so we just met him and Daylen at the bar. We slide into the backroom as The Shout Out Louds took the stage. They graced us with another fantastic set. Everyone who joined us seemed to agree. Even Julia and Christie who walked in after their first song found the groove without hesitation. Thanks go out to Christie who managed to take some shots of the band for me. Some may even get posted, but don’t hold out hope. I’m a big flake these days.

On the way out I picked up a 7inch and an Ep from the band who claimed to forget their merchandise last Friday at Rothko. No worries though. The only disappointment is the absence of Shut, Shut, Shut Your Mouth or whatever the hell that song is called. Maybe it’s on one of the records. I should probably listen to them. On the long walk home (1 block) I ran into Will who told me he is hoping to have a party at Bside in the coming month to celebrate his escape from the womb. He may even have someone awesome Dj it. Who could that be?

It isn’t Hillary Clinton. She isn’t that awesome, and neither was her husband Bill. It was kind of funny watching her talk up our former President. She kept saying how great a man he is, and the whole time I can’t help but think; do you really believe that? He did get blow jobs from his secretary while he was in the office. How great is that? I don’t mean to dwell on something stupid, but if my wife was getting head from one of her interns I wouldn’t be singing her praises years later. She should have thrown in an off color remark just to prove she isn’t a robot. Instead she left the joking to Bill. He joked about the Republican’s treatment of him after he left office. It was regarding tax cuts, but I had to stop listening because it was all, “Ha ha ha I’m still rich.” If you want a blog perspective of the four day white bread ball, check out Jason’s take on the convention. You can listen to all the speeches here, (thanks Noah).

Fuck, I’m grumpy. Does anyone have something to brighten my day? Evening plans filled with awesomeness. C’mon now, hook me up. There is an Inouk and The Double show at Mercury, but right now rock isn't the dish I'm craving. If you are in need of a fix, go early to see +1's Inouk rock the stage.

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Often Funny. Sometimes Wrong.
Today I was reading Stereogum in an effort to beat the late afternoon work woes when I came across a section that linked to David Cross' Cigar Corner on the Bob and David website. This quote is from the piece entitled It's Official which was also quoted on Sterogum's blog:

Also, I have been asked to “curate” a show at the Beacon Theater on Aug 31st to play opposite the RNC while it’s in town taking over nearly every venue in town. This is no exaggeration as Clear Channel (owned by supreme asshole Tom Hicks – ex business partner of Bush and ex owner of the Texas Rangers) has allowed the RNC to rent every Clear Channel venue in town to hold “functions” for the nice Republican folks who are coming to a place so wicked and heathen they think the Devil himself built it. That’s right, no shows at Irving Plaza or the Bowery Ballroom etc, etc for five days! 1500 Republicans on the corner of Bowery and Delancy in the Lower East Side? This I gotta see.

For the record, I'd like to state that the Bowery Ballroom does not have any Clear Channel affiliation. In addition the Bowery does not currently have any plans to host any events in relation to the Republican National Convention. Cross has made false claims regarding the club and I just wanted to make sure no one was getting the wrong idea about one of our beloved L.E.S. clubs. Furthermore the club only holds about half the capacity David claims will be standing on the corner. So we're clear. Outside of the Laura Bush's coming out party, the Bowery is not involved in the RNC.

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So Underrated.  So Negated.
Trying to take it slow is no easy task when you live in the land of sin.  With the heaven’s pissing on Manhattan all of Friday, I was ready to stay close to home.  It was my belief that Blockbuster would be the key to my success.  After sifting through the previously viewed DVDs, my decision was made and my Friday night, for all intensive purposes, had been 86’d. 

Kyle joined me in my avoidance of phone calls and perpetual couch commandeering.  We watched an amazing baseball game between the Yanks and Shit Sox.  The Yankees managed to snag that game in dramatic comeback fashion, but they blew the Saturday game and got destroyed yesterday.  Around 11pm Kyle inquired as to what was happening later in the evening.  I mentioned a party in Brooklyn and a show at Rothko.  Since we’ve diligently played the Shout Out Loud’s Hurry Up Let’s Go 7inch for the past few months, Kyle was able to excite me into going. 

With the rain subsiding, we hit the street and walked into The Blue Van’s set.  From what I recall, TBV played a fantastic set of organ driven blues rock.  The entire group was incredibly tight and they even had a few people dancing, (Jess if you read this, I think I saw you up front).  They didn’t produce anything new or earth shattering, but I would definitely advocate paying a cover charge to see this band because bottom line, they were a lot of fun to watch. They have a solid Rhythm and Blues base with some Scandinavian rock roots.



During changeover Kyle and I managed to sneak back to 186 for a quick knifer (one of the last few, but that will be explained later).  We got back in time to throw back a couple more drinks before the Swedish 5-piece took the stage.  At this point I was fairly drunk, but here are a few things that stood out.  Their drummer has serious chops.  He really grounds the band with his ability.  His only problem is that he looks like Moby and had some huge veins bulging from his dome.  If you get past that and focus on his Max Weinberg like skills, you’ll do fine.  As far as the rest of the band is concerned, you can hear Marr riffs and Robert Smith vocals with some serious Rentals like keys/Moog layered on top. 

Later that evening Kyle and I were discussing the two Swedish bands we had seen over the past two nights and all Kyle had to say was, “The Hives suck.  Put that in your damn blog.”  That sums up my feelings as well.  Though their set wasn’t the tightest, get down to the Mercury Lounge to see the Shout Out Louds give it another go tonight at 8:30pm. 

Kyle and I stuck around and listened to Melody Nelson spin some Franz and Ratatat, but we were too drunk to stick around.  So much for a night off.


Darling Take Me By The Hand.
After a good 10 hours of sleep, I joined Oveis, Adira, Builder and Beach for some brunch at Essex.  Have you been to this joint yet?  It’s got the Hawkins swank at the Belin price.  The brunch special is 14bones, but it comes with three cocktails and coffee.  A few of us got the same dish which was sea scallops topped with a potato pancake and eggs all on bed of greens.  Can you spell delicious?  E-S-S-E-X.  Even though the service was far worse than most I’ve experienced, the food and drink certainly made up for it.

We stopped by 186 following brunch, but I parted ways with the kids and walked down to the East River Amphitheater.  Why didn’t anyone tell me the ERA is a pain in the ass to get to?  The walk was ok because I haven’t gone that deep in my neighborhood before, but it just seemed like the river was so far away.  I met Sivan, Karen and Andrew during Sea Ray's set which was decent.  It’s really difficult to pay attention to outdoor shows.  At least my wandering mind seems to think so.  Noah showed up during change over and we slugged back a couple tall boys before the Natural History took to the stage.  Derek’s days with the band are numbered so if you get a chance, go see his last show at Southpaw this Thursday.  Don’t worry, the Tepper boys are pressing forward with their Elvis Costello doused brand of angular rock.

Noah and I decided to skip out on Ted Leo for no apparent reason.  On our way back to the house, I popped into Guild the Lily to say hello to Paul who was manning the fort on Saturdays.  Hawkins was in there tooling around and visiting with Paul.  We parted ways and went back to 186 where Kyle was sitting around embracing the day with blood shot eyes.  Noah and I, being 12 year old kids stuck in young adult lives, decided it would be best if we toilet papered Builders room. 

We spent a few minutes wrapping his loft in TP when I shut the door wholly unknowing that the lock was on.  After a minute or two of nervous laughter we tried to open the door with a steak knife.  We had no luck with it so I took the doorknob off.  We were still not having any luck when Kyle used his expert burglary skills to pry open the lock.  At this point we thought, “Fuck Builder’s Door,” so we decided to up the ante with some rolls of paper towels.  His room was covered, the door was fixed and our internal trouble makers were appeased.

Later that evening, the three of us made way for Lit where These Bones were playing around 9pm.  We got there early in hopes of free drinks, but we were misinformed by another patron that there were no free drinks so we went to Fish Bar for some cheaper booze.  A couple drinks later and we were back in the basement and saying hello to Sarah, Christie, Sean M and some others.  Even though Sean Bones kept saying they were covering Velvet Revolver songs, those in attendance were treated with a kick ass set of These Bones goodies and a Nirvana cover.  They keep getting better.  I wish someone would swoop in and take this band to their waiting space at the top.

I ditched out on the Lit crew and joined Builder, Oveis and Beach for some SHRIMPS! at Boca Chica.  Following dinner we cruised through the apartment (again) for a quick knifer.  Josh discovered his nicely wrapped room and tore it all down.  He proceeded to stuff all the paper goods into Kyle’s room.  Check out this picture of Josh right before he threw all the TP on Kyle’s loft.

We made it over to the Bowery with enough time to grab a drink before the Dirtbombs took the stage.  Mick Collins took the stage clad in his wrap around dark shades.  He was the only guitar adrift in a sea of rhythm that included two bass guitarists (eww, that sounded like a parent) and two drummers.  This combination made the whole show fairly eye catching.  If you don’t know Mick Collins by now, check your history books.  He is a Detroit mainstay who played with the Gories before forming the Dirtbombs.  They play some old soul covers and a number of originals.  They are one of those bands I’ll be seeing when I’m 35 years old and in need of a drunken head bob, (different from the metal “bang” sense of it). 


God’s Day.
Sunday was a strange one.  Hawkins wanted to get some Dim Sum (is that how you say it?) so I cruised down to Chinatown with him.  The joint we stopped at was completely absurd.  It was in a huge banquet room where they sit you at a big round table and cart food around too you.  The problem is that you can’t tell what anything is just by looking at it and the people piloting the carts don’t speak a lick of English.  Hawkins managed to grab us some good grub, but I could barely eat with the people at our table discussing last nights episode of Fear Factor on which contestants had to eat “tons of bugs.”  They were also extremely racist, but who can blame them, the fake tits and shitty accents proved they had to be from Jersey or central Long Island.

This was how I actually spent my morning, but I had managed to convince Noah and Sean that Hawkins took me for messages and blowjobs.  Granted, the latter may have been more welcomed, but I don’t know how I would react to paying for sex.  With any luck that will be tested in the future.

Hawkins and I took some time to catch up at his new pad on Ave B.  This kid is flossing it hard.  We have decided to make another bet so please don’t tempt me with any sort of smoke prior to September 1st.  Afterwards, Oveis, Noah, Sean, Tumbleweed, Daylen and I met up at Beach’s for some Barbeque.  There was as much meat on the grill as there was in his backyard.  We finished up what we could and called it a day.  My weekend off was anything but a weekend off.

On a side note, check out Dogs Die in Hot Cars next week at the Mercury.  They are playing with the Features and Morningwood.  We got to taste their record yesterday and it was mighty delicious. 

Decision Time.
September 9th Franz Ferdinand will be playing the Roseland Ballroom, but that coincides with the opening of the NFL season.  If you can hook me up with a ticket I will refrain from tackling you.

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Robbing The Word Bank.
Holy tits!  Would you like me to put this week behind us and focus on the weekend?  Yeah, me too, but first I must talk about yesterday evening.  Stevo met me outside the office Thursday afternoon and we walked across town to hide from the heat in 186.  The roommates were both hanging around when we returned.  After a discussion about “SHRIMPS” which consisted of Builder and I yelling “I LOVE SHRIMPS” back and forth, we decided Bento Box was the only way to go.  I know it was less than a week ago that their praises were sung here, but that place can be so hit or miss.  Last night seemed like a pile of fried food, and even though that’s something I can handle, it was not needed last night.

After dinner Kyle and I walked up to Bside to kick off a buzz before going to Irving Plaza for the return of the Swedes.  Some kids trickled in while we shot pool and took tequila shots.  Last night Sivan informed me that the Tequila shot plus baby Bud special was only during happy hour.  Well, she said it was supposed to be only during happy hour, and from now on that rule would be enforced.  I’m starting a petition to get that special to be around the clock or maybe after midnight.  It was always a great reason to swing by Bside late night especially when you are need of a cheap means to get wasted. 

By departure time, Josh, Dan, Erin and Julie (or is it Julia) joined Sivan, Kyle and I for the walk over to the club.  It’s been a long time since I last laid eyes on the outlandish Hives.  To be exact it was nearly two summers ago when Anna, Erin, Dan and I drove down to D.C. to see them play with the Mooney Suzuki at the Black Cat.  Whitney was kind enough to put us up for the weekend and was our tour guide of party.  All I can remember is sweating my ass off, loving every second of the music and dancing around with Anna like a crazy person.  If it were possible, I would have bottled up that evening in hopes of sharing it with generations to come. 

With that in mind, spirits were sky high.  Thanks to Sivan, getting into the show was a breeze.  We managed to miss both openers so we made our way to the balcony to get a drink and waste some time.  Josh and I decided to head downstairs for a view from the floor.  The stage was set for the five piece who came out looking dapper in white tuxes and hilarious bowties.  They also had an amazing Hives sign behind them.  It was red neon cursive.  It looked so Miami that I almost started lifting weights and selling coke.

Unfortunately, their garb didn’t match their sound.  After the first song my ears were killing me and I couldn’t hear a word Pelle was singing.  The Hives have lost the luster that made Ms. Lane and I swoon a couple summers ago.  Nothing about last nights set made me want to dance.  Pele was his usual boisterous self.  He called for cheers every chance he got.  He spelled genius, “T-H-E H-I-V-E-S” which was far from my sentiments.  The show was boring and the sound was sub par, but we still had a good time.

For the record, I'm not giving up on this band. They still have a place in my heart, but I don't know if there will be a chance to renue the lease.

The Looming Weekend.
So what’s on your menu this evening?  We have a long list of choices to offer you this weekend so please make sure to support your local club, friend, band, etc.  Here is a list of Friday’s options:

** Shout Out Louds @ Rothko w/late night DJ session by Melody Nelson .
** Devo, YYY’s & Stellastar* @ Summer Stage w/Spin afterparty at Eugene.
** All Star Jam, Kings County Moonshine & Sam Champion @ Pete’s Candy Store, (Farewell to Carlos and Happy Bday to Brian).
** The Boy Bathing @ Sidewalk Cafe
** Buckethead @ Bowery (Culkin’s anyone?)
** The Art of Shooting @ Tommy’s Tavern
** Blockbuster
** Giraffes & Baby Dayliner @ Mercury

Check out your Saturday Options:

** Dennis (Sons of Sound) & Brian (ikeepadiary) Dj'n @ Misshapes (email for free admission)
** Ted Leo Rx, Sea Ray & Natty History @ East River Amphitheater
** These Bones @ Lit w/ A free booze special that I can’t remember.
** Party at Noah’s House (call or email me for details).
** Dirtbombs & Greenhornes @ Bowery (Mick Jones is tits).
** Bronx & Read Yellow @ Knitting Factory (Bring Ear Plugs)
** Peelander-Z @ Sin-e (Just go, you’ll love it)

On a side note:  Dodge Trucks are for Pussys, (thanks Tumble).

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Running Man.
Last night was something else.  I haven’t run between clubs that much since CMJ circa 2002.  It was a bit of a nutty evening, but it went off without a hitch.  Well, come to think of it there was one problem, but it came early in race.  Allow me to explain.
 
Around 5:15pm I had an interview with a certain company that will remain nameless.  I was there on time and really excited by the looks of the office.  It was small, but well dressed in various promotion gear.  The nice woman who performed the interview took me into her office.  For nearly 20 minutes my clouded head gave poor, thoughtless answers to her not so tough questions.  How did I drop the ball?  What the fuck was my problem?  Every interview I’ve been on since this job search began has gone extremely smoothly, but last night I was sitting there with the ball in my hands.  Unfortunately my hands must have been made of Teflon because I couldn’t keep from dropping it.  A friend of mine followed up and said it wasn’t as bad as I thought, so I’m praying to get another chance to show them why I’m their man.  This shit is getting frustrating.
 
Damn, I need a nap.  Can someone spare a hammock?
 
After returning home and sulking in my own stupidity, the roommates came to my rescue.  Kyle and Josh may be the perfect kids to share a living space with.  Despite my freakish Danny Tanner esque need for cleanliness and their Theo Huxtable life style, we all manage to keep each other happy.  It may lie in our ability to sense someone else’s bad mood. This six sense affords us the opportunity to switch it up on a moments notice while giving the other roommate a chance to escape.  More than likely it lies in our consumption of all things drug and alcohol related.  Either way these guys helped me get out of my shit attitude and prepare for the evening of shows.  Kyle and I cooked some dinner and then watched that show about swapping moms on Fox.  Please watch it.  It may be racist and profiling, but it gives you insight to the rest of the fucked up country.
 
Builder, Kyle and I set out for the Mercury Lounge around 9pm.  Finn Andrew’s who is the former lead singer of the Veils had an early set to play.  The club was a mess because Virginia Coalition played an early label showcase, (does anyone know who they are or actually give a shit?).  There were heaps of young girls and guys with polo shirts and kaki’s in the joint, (insert Oveis rib here).  We found Beach in the back room chatting up the lovely Audra who works their during office hours.  Mandel showed up with his buddy Adam and we realized there was a sizeable crew tucked away in the back corner.  The scrawny Finn took the stage by himself and opened his set with a Tom Waits' song.  His screeching voice was a bit off the meter during that track, but he turned it down a notch and played the rest of his set with a heartfelt tone.  He played some of the hits from the record which made me quite happy, but we were dicking around way too much to give him the proper attention. 
 
From there, Builder, Beach and I took a cab to the Bowery because we were cutting set times way to close.  We were greeted by Oveis and Chernin who was working the merch table for Diego and his misfits.  From the depths of the Bowery we could hear VHS or Beta warming up their weapons of funk so we made way to the upper level.  We found an even bigger group of kids that included Megan (So happy to see this girl, it’s been forever), Tumbleweed, Lucy, Daylen, JoMo, Mia and Denise.  We managed to choke back the necessary amount of tequila and settled down (or up) for a kick ass set by the 5-piece from Louisville.  They played a set of mostly new tunes which thoroughly impressed me.  The addition of vocals didn’t hurt the band, but it did change their sound.  To tell you the truth it sounds like they have been listening to the Cure entirely too much.  The songs still made me want to dance as much as Le Funk, but it was a different style.  This new incarnation lacks the European influence that made them so club friendly.  Now they will have to settle for the indie kid parties, but we all know that’s a good thing for most of us.  Even though he was playing an electronic kit, their drummer blew me away with his variety of high hat combos that forced the hopscotch to make a brief appearance.  After some jabs from JoMo and Beach I was able to sneak out of the club and on to my final destination.
 
Walking down Delancey last night made me think how lucky I am.  So what if I’m broke.  So what if I’m destined for single life.  So what if my job is less than desirable.  I still have this city.  As often as I talk about trying to move away (many of you know I contemplate this regularly) what would stop me from running back like a heroin addict in need of his daily dose?  This city is top of the pops, and I need to take more moments out of my day to remember this fact.
 
Jin was standing out front of Rothko with her friend Jeremy when I pulled up to the club.   It was nearly quarter passed 11 so I wanted to get inside so no part of the Demander set would be missed.  I managed to give Sivan and Karen a quick hello before returning to the bar where Jin was kind enough to purchase me more tequila, (I like a fucking camel.  Read: Hump).  We also got a few words in with the lovely sun-kissed couple.  Ms. Melody Nelson was overseeing one of her many events while Dennis was reveling in his Page Six mention.  Wait a second, Dennis didn’t tell me about that… it was Jin.  Dennis did have good news though.  Sons of Sound will be playing Pianos with a female Depeche Mode cover band. 
 
This evening the ladies were playing as a two-piece which they successfully pulled off.  Sivan hits her drums as if each note could destroy her kit if needed.  Karen kept it together on bass and the more I listen, the more I realize she is a fantastic vocalist.  They played all the songs I know and were even coaxed back to their instruments for an encore.  Well done ladies.  My night ended quickly thereafter and rightfully so.  Some kids have to work!

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Mommy, Can I Go Out And Rock Tonight?

 

Get your ass to Rothko this evening for the 1 year anniversary of Vicious.  This party has sprouted into an extremely credible indie night since Audrey and Jasper first produced the event.  This evening will feature a super hot set by Karen and Sivan aka Demander.  Tell me you aren't hot and bothered by two beautiful girls hammering out heart pounding rock.  Go ahead, try it.  They hit on the late side, but get there early for sets by Snowden (newest buzz band), Hula and The Twenty-Twos.  If you haven't been to Rothko yet, here is your chance to check out the new hot spot.  But you don't have to take my word for it.

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Maybe, Someone's Gonna Save Me.

*** So I just got finished eatting lunch with Adam and his friend Holmes. The reason I'm mentioning this is just to remind you to ask Adam to listen to the message he received from Flava Flav. Yeah, I'm serious.


FYI: You can listen to the message and Adam singing along to his set tomorrow night. He will be spinning records at Motor City from 6pm till you can't remember your name. Ask him the whole story, its hilarious, "Cause it's a Plus three!"

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Goodnight Sweet Prince.

Last night Dan informed me that Shithead has passed away. Shithead survived by his keeper Dan and his roommates Karl and Chris. Shithead is a barking Brazilian Tree Frog who loved crickets. After Perry rescued him from a pet store for Beach's birthday, Shithead enjoyed a rent free stay at 186. He was loved by Jay, Josh, Kyle and the girlfriends. Though we couldn't muster the care to keep him, we enjoyed his company. Dan took over and tried to make life a bit more luxurious for our amphibious friend. Sadly, Shithead passed away yesterday. Shithead, if you are out there, tell Biggy Smalls I said what's up.

I know its been ages since an Ipod list was posted, but yesterday Builder and I purchased a 160GB hard drive. Now we can put all of our records in mp3 format. I'm pretty psyched because my Powerbook had 30GB of music on it already, and its been slower than a grandpa chasing a mailman. Expect new music rants from me. Actually, don't expect anything from me. I rarely deliver. This moring's list was fantastic.

In order: The Kinks, Lola; Creedence, Long as I Can See the Light; Jonathan Richman, The Morning of Our Lives; Oasis, So Slide Away; Pulp, This is Hardcore; Rolling Stones, Sweet Black Angel; Neil Young, Oh Lonesome Me.

*** Also, please make sure to check this out. It may be right, (thanks Tumble).

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Go Out. Get Drunk. Make Out.


The rain has finally stopped (for now) so we should all take this opportunity to get off the couch and see some rock n' roll. Buzz Shmuzz. Fuck the hype. Fuck the blogs, (including GTR). Fuck the L.E.S. Wait, I retract the last one. Anyway, you shouldn't listen to any of us. You should go to Sin'e tonight and find out first hand why we are all gushing over Dennis and his new three-piece Sons of Sound. They hit at 9pm sharp. If you can get there early, check out Johnny Lives.

If you aren't one of the lucky ones taking your special friend to see Prince, than come hang out with the kids and see some great rock n' roll before anyone has the chance to claim its great rock n' roll.

After the show, I'll be heading up to Bside to celebrate Cami's 23rd with the crew. By her drinks and play her Neil Young songs. Come with us and make my Wednesday rrraw-some.

Also Available On Tap.


Jordan just IM'd me to remind my forgetful ass that The Head Set are hitting at Pianos this evening around 11pm. Get there a bit early for Fenway's The Love Scene, but make sure to stick around for the high cheekbones and new found L.E.S. swagger of The Head Set. Trust me, you can get girls just for liking this band. It's been proven.

P.S. Shaq is back in the East. Hide your Pepsi.

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It Makes You Wonder.
If you are a slacker like yours truly, please make the effort to go see Michael Moore's ground breaking film Fahrenheit 9/11. Last night the last horse finally crossed the finish line. Liz and I decided it was time to indulge in some lefty entertainment, but we ended up getting more than expected. We settled into the Lowe's on 3rd Ave for a 6:30pm showing of the documentary. By 9pm we both realized that everyone in America should sit down and allow this information to fuse into your conscious.

Despite the various Michael Moore lefty travesties such as his attempt to get Congress(wo)men to sign their children up for a tour of duty in Iraq, the film was packed with facts that characterized our current chief administration as a group of liars, cheats and shady businessmen. There was gore. There was disenfranchisement. There was sensationalism. Moore employed graphic images and outlandish comparisons to get his point across. The loud and clear message carried throughout the film is a general fear of another four years with Bush behind the wheel.

Besides the shudders and cold sweats that broke out during the 9/11 portion of the film (I still can't believe we resided in NYC during that uncertain period) the section of the film that affected me the most involved two Marine recruiters who cruised around Flint, Michigan attempting to enlist kids in the armed forces. It reminded me of my last couple years in high school. My friends and I used to hang around the neighborhood skating and smoking stogs on a daily basis. An army recruiter named Sergeant Quinn used to drive by and harass us. Eventually he persuaded my friend Trevor to join the army. Fortunately Trevor just missed a tour in Iraq, but the point is that Quinn's tactics did not resemble the Marines in the film. Quinn made it a point to beat down your self confidence. He repeated told us we weren't smart enough for good schools. He told us our ambitions were pipe dreams, but with some help from the army there is a chance they could be actualized. He specifically told me I wasn't smart enough to go to NYU in the same breath as telling me I'd be in poverty for the rest of my life due to loan payments. Though the latter may be true, I took great offense to his claims and he ended up threatening me to kick my ass. At that point I decided it was necessary to skip the armed forces tests they administer at my high school. For one (or two) days you get out of class to take standardized tests sent to the school by the military. There's some tax dollars at work. Anyway, my skipping of school for those two days coupled with Quinn and my poor relationship got me removed from their list of possible recruits.

In short, I highly recommend you catch this flick. If you’ve already seen it, see it again or call you parents, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins and explain the necessity of taking in this piece of historical entertainment. Together we can beat Bush and his rich friends. Or you could just agree with this clown.

This Is Craziness.
They want to amend the Constitution! The fucking Constitution! Yes, that’s right folks, the Republicans are at it again. Today the Senate will vote on a Constitutional Amendment that would ban gay marriages, (thanks Builder). Are they serious? The same document that establishes our equality under the law could have a 28th Amendment that prohibits two people from sharing a life together (in our free country) due to their sexual preference.

Funny note: Some people in my office were talking about the absurdity of this proposed Amendment. When I commented that this could develop into a slippery slope that could open floodgates for something ridiculous like an Amendment stating that only women could wash dishes and men could mow the lawn, a coworker said, “Well, god didn’t tell us to do that.” WHAT THE FUCK! Does god have anything to do with it? The moral fabric of our society is not upheld because some rich people still invest in the notion of an all powerful being, it lies in the Constitution and those who believe it is the one document whose truths set us apart from the rest of the civilized world. God? Where the fuck was your god on September 11th? Where were they when I had to put someone I loved in the ground? People are idiots, and if you want to continue investing in an unfound idea, go right ahead, but don’t pull my country (and in turn my lifestyle) down with you.

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