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Well, actually I don't, but what I can say is that whoever rocked the Descendents block at Welcome to the Johnson's last night deserves a tequila shot, which I took with Perry, Beach, Chernin and Jaulia. Speaking of last night, after the quick session at Johnson's Noah and I headed back to 186 where we met up with Builder and proceeded to smoke a bone while taking in my first listen of The Strokes new record. My first impression (pun entirely intended) is that it sucks. I'm sorry to say this - especially since I'm a super fan. No, I'm not crazy like Yaps who follows Albert into the bathroom at Hi Fi with the hopes of scoring a pube from the rim of the urinal, but the first two albums are near and dear to me.

Do you remember the first time you heard The Strokes? It was fucking magical. It was like the first time I heard the Blue Album. The music instantly clicked with something inside of me. Back during the summer of 2001, I was over at Chris and Lou's house on 9th Street and First Ave. They had a sweet roof deck so Chris waved me up the spiral stairs telling me he had something awesome for my ears. We took a seat in the sun, cracked a couple Tall Boys and listened to The Strokes 3 song Modern Age EP a few times over. It blew me away and acted as the perfect set up for their September release. From that day forward I was in love with five pretty boys from Manhattan.

Well, last night they may have broken my heart. Sorry to say it, but the First Impressions of Earth didn't sound great. Here's to hoping it will be a grower like their second album, but the songs have a different feel. I'm not dissing their growth as a band, maybe just the direction. The pushing of Julian's vocals to the front of the mix is an interesting decision, but what the hell happened to his lyrics? Every chorus sounds lazy, but maybe there is point to it all. I've yet to find out what that is, but hopefully a few more listens will warm me up and my first impression will be tossed in the bin.

Beach called me on Saturday for some Peter Griffen after Sensitivity Training style chatting, but more or less he needed to see if anyone was as hung-over as him. Well, Saturday might be a few days behind us, but today I feel like a giant, sweaty turd. Thanks Bowery Presents! Here's to hoping I still have a job and didn't do any karaoke.

The pressing business at hand is the year end lists. Today we posted our writers Top Five of 2005 feature on the front page. Check it out - now! Here is my own personal list of favorites:

1. Silent Alarm, Bloc Party :: Everybody loves a good party and this album is no exception to the rule. Hands down the record of the year simply because it contains my top jam of the 2005 - "This Modern Love". Try to fuck with tracks like "Little Thoughts", "Price of Gas" and "Like Eating Glass". Go ahead, try it. Yeah, that's right - you can't. Cry all you want about me being a trendy fuck, or my inability to be original, but as you're bitching don't be surprised if I slip on my headphones and fall head first into one of many Bloc Party induced trances. Don't touch this record, because if you touch it, its electric and I will kill you.

2. Howl Howl Gaff Gaff, Shout Out Louds :: Think of a time where you're heart was completely broken. Maybe your dog ran out on the family. Maybe a boyfriend or girlfriend tossed you to the curb. Maybe you spent all your money on a hooker who gave a terrible twirl and did all your coke. Catch my drift? This record has that feel, but like all good John Hughes films we find hope for our protagonists. It lies in the sincere delivery, earnest instrumentation and a knack for delicate song craft.

3. Worlds Apart, ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead :: Idiots will call this a concept record, but the only real consideration for a concept is chaos and destruction. This is the best hard rock record I've heard in years. It conjures up a purely emotional response akin to At the Drive-In's Relationship In Command. The drum sequences reach into the depths of me and force me to deal with aggression I'd rather keep stored away. I've probably scared a number of New Yorkers while walking the streets with this record coarsing through my headphones.

4. Self Titled, LCD Soundsystem :: If you don't already know, I'm a fucking dance machine and James Murphy is my muse. Maybe you think I'm all talk, but put this album on in my presence if you want to see a 210 pound white kid shake it like a Polaroid picture. Songs like "Tribulations" and "Great Release" are reason enough to add this gem to your library. The band did everyone who doesn't collect LCD vinyl a huge favor with the inclusion of a bonus disc that contains all the early singles that give me the biggest hard-on ever.

5. Bang Bang Rock & Roll, Art Brut :: This record was well worth the $25 I paid due to it's import status. It has yet to receive domestic release which keeps my scalp raw from all the scratching. While record exec's are pining away for a group of young Monkeys, Eddie Argos and his band of outsiders are making believers out of hungry ears. Remember that birthday party at Chucky Cheese when your parents gave you something like $100 worth of quarters for you and your friends? Well, this record is more fun than that - unless you were still small enough for the ball pit.

Sometimes living up to your namesake can be a terrible thing. On last Friday I'm guilty of pulling a Belin on plans to see King Kong with Dana. She is none to pleased with me, so this formal public apology is in hopes that she won't hate me forever, (I understand if you want to take it until next year). Though she doesn't believe it, Friday's bounce around town wasn't planned - it just happened. Dana, sorry about this one. I'm somewhat better at keeping plans than this incident would lead you to believe. Now if you don't accept this apology, just imagine me coming to your office with a box of chocolates and a Wolf Parade autographed record and singing you this All 4 One song (and for realism purposes imagine Noah joining me in the harmonies):

I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky
and I swear like the shadow that's by your side

I see the questions in your eyes
I know what's weighing on your mind
You can be sure I know my part
Cause I stand beside you through the years
You'll only cry those happy tears
And though I make mistakes
I'll never break your heart

And I swear by the moon
And the stars in the sky I'll be there
I swear like the shadow that's by your side I'll be there
For better or worse
Till death do us part
I'll love you with every beat of my heart
And I swear

I'll give you every thing I can
I'll build your dreams with these two hands
We'll hang some memories on the wall
And when (and when) just the two of us are there
You won't have to ask if I still care
Cause as the time turns the page
My love won't age at all

And I swear (I swear) by the moon
And the stars in the sky I'll be there (I'll be there)
I swear (and I swear) like the shadow that's by your side
I'll be there (I'll be there)

For better or worse (better or worse)
Till death do us part I'll love you
With every single beat of my heart
I swear I swear I swear

Honey, I mean every word. So Dana, I'm asking you to please not be mad, because... well, to use Craig Kilborn's character's words from Old School, "You know you can't buddy. It's guy code. That's something chicks do. You're not a chick are you? Ok. Good talk. I'll see you out there." And on a final note, one I've stolen from Heavy D, "I've got nothing but love for you."

Did you notice how often TNT is playing The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers? It seems like everytime I search for an episode of Law & Order all that is found is a couple hobbits running around with some half-naked Steve Buscemi looking creature called Golem. Maybe they were switched at birth. I was never a big fan of these films which might have been my reason to drop out of the King Kong viewing on Friday, (plus I felt like shit the second half of the work day). Dana and Co. still took in the film, and she did love it, but I'm only going to see it if the Ritz Twin is showing it when I return home for the holiday. On another note, after a recent test I've found out that Legolas and I have the most in common despite my hate of pointy ears.

So yes, I did feel like a pile of bile after work, but I went straight home and took a nap. Around 7pm the Builder rallied me to meet the Bowery crew plus Danny Big Sleep at Library for a couple of carbombs. We quickly pounded through a few happy hour beverages which set the tone for the entire evening. An hour later Builder, Chris and Courtney (I'm sorry if that name is wrong) cruised out to Headgear Recording Studio in Williamsburg to hang out with Dirty On Purpose while they mixed their new record with Scott Norton. Stepping into a studio puts a whole new perspective on what you listen for in music. It has the ability to firmly place a divide between the artist and the fan. Unlike a live show where the band work to establish a connection with the audience, studio sessions completely sets a band apart from their listeners. You begin to understand the construction of a song, but at the same time, to the untrained ear, you don't fully comprehend what they are hearing or discussing. It's very intriguing and somewhat intimidating. Thankfully I had a six pack of PBR to help me feel at home.

Somewhere around 10pm I set out for a return to Manhattan. As I strolled down South 3rd with a PBR in hand, I caught the outline of a Jake down the street. I set my beer down in a pile of garbage while keeping in stride, but that didn't please the office who confirmed my beverage before chasing me back to Bedford and hooking me up with an Open Container ticket. When asked, "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I didn't see you put that beer down?" I simply responded, "I put it down out of respect," which quickly got me the fine. After standing around for 20 minutes, I was back in a cab on my way to the West Village where some kids were holding it down at the Superfly Holiday Party. A couple of pulls off a bottle of tequila sent me packing and before I knew it, it was 11:30pm and I was firmly planted on the couch.

Saturday continued my weekend of couch domination in the company of Builder and football. You've got to love this part of the season where the college bowls have been determined so the networks keep us tuned in with Saturday games. What's better than two days of football? Try three. Later that evening we met Beach and Gigs at 1 and 1 for a quick beer before heading up to The Garden for my second Knicks game in less than a week. Once again our seats were very solid, and fortunately this game was more exciting than the drubbing handed to The Knicks by Milwaukee earlier last week. The Knicks played solid ball against the Pacers, but eventually lost their poise in the final two minutes. Builder promised to eat 12 hotdogs, but I only saw him get through 7.

On our return back downtown, we bid adieu and went our separate ways. At 14th Street I switched to the Brooklyn bound L Train and took that shit all the way out to the Morgan stop, (yes, this is far by my standards). The plan was to meet Kyle at the subway stop, but when I exited the only thing found was desolate streets and boarded up lots. It is a crazy neighborhood that I haven't been to since my last trip to Office Ops. After a couple of calls, I noticed an imposing figure strolling toward me. It was Big Red and luckily he knew exactly where we were headed.

He navigated us through the empty Bushwick streets until we came upon The Syrup Room. The space is totally raw and amazing. Think the layout and feel of Tonic, but out in the middle of nowhere and built by a bunch of hipsters. The first thing I saw was a empty, opened tour van so I immediately asked the door girl if we could hang out in the van which she replied with a resounding yes. Kyle and I made our way to the bar and dove into some $3 cans of Busch.

Bravo Silva had yet to play which meant they were a full band behind the schedule so Kyle and I took up residence in the van. We must have sat in that van for a good hour. We were graced by Danny, Gabe and Sonya of The Big Sleep along with Cara and Ashley who were there to support their friend Greg who DJ'd. We took turns getting beer while occupying the front seats and the captain chairs of the van. Various folks popped in and out of the van to smoke pot or creep us out, (Yeah, some dude named Sinter scared us to death). Ben, who did some sound engineering, joined us during the Bravo Silva. He told us some long haired dude came up front, and told him he was the Bravo Silva sound guy so Ben passed the duty to him. We later found out it was Sinter who had no previous sound guy experience. Who does that? Some long haired dude named Sinter - thats who.

Somewhere close to 1am The Big Sleep took the stage and completely tore the room a new asshole. They played so loud that the monitors shook in fear their entire set. They really let loose on Saturday night, and it was evident they were there to have a good time. They called Billy from Other Passengers on stage at a couple different points throughout their set. He wailed on the tambourine while destroying what he could on stage. Halfway through their set there was a pause between songs at which point I heard an "Oveis" come from the back of the crowd. Beach, Gigs and Lucy made a strong appearance that only lead to the craziness at the end of the night. We rocked out to the rest of their ear splitting set before returning to the van to finish out the evening.

Everything gets a bit blurry at this point, but here are a few things I do remember. Some ass stole Billy's bag of pedals so Other Passengers didn't play until 2am or something. Lucy and I climbed to the top of the van to hang out, but I had to be careful because Cara and Ashley were in the business of stealing my shoes. They even got one at some point, but I cried a river until they gave it back. Kyle and I shotgunned a can of Busch which sent me over the edge. Kyle claims it was his best shotgun ever. After a cab back to the city, Kyle and I ordered a heroic amount of pizza and passed the fuck out. It was a good blur. I think beer is the new call. No more vodka tonics. I can't remember shit when I drink those.

Sunday was glorious in that I had a tasty brunch at Supper with Christie and Builder before returning to the living room to sit around all day doing work and watching football. Somehow I managed to get tons of work done. Thank god for football.

Check out this free concert to celebrate Bruce Springsteen's groundbreaking record - Nebraska. It looks like it will be a first come first serve until the venue reaches capacity:

The New York Guitar Festival 2006 is honoring Bruce Springsteen's 1982 Nebraska album with a free gala concert under the glass atrium of the World Financial Center Winter Garden, 220 Vesey Street, Saturday, January 14, at 8:00pm.

Entitled The Nebraska Project, this 25th anniversary celebration of the classic Bruce Springsteen album features on one stage a distinctive roster of singer-songwriters, bands and instrumentalists. The Nebraska Project opens this year's New York Guitar Festival.

Performing their own arrangements of one of the ten Nebraska songs are Laura Cantrell, Dan Zanes, Vernon Reid, Mark Eitzel, Michelle Shocked, Meshell Ndegeocello, The National, Chocolate Genius, Marc Ribot, Martha Wainwright, Jesse Harris, Kevn Kinney, Lenny Kaye, Gary Lucas and Harry Manx.

It's no (pop) secret that I'm a massive fan of The Big Sleep so it is yet another honor to have Gabe toss us his Top Five list of albums. Never one to follow in stride (as evident by his bustling beard), Gabe decided to switch it up and instead of throwing five albums together he gave me four albums and a show. Interesting picks all around from this guy and his number one makes me wonder whether or not he did produce most of the beats for the Beastie Boys last record. Start the rumor today. Speaking of rumors, The Big Sleep is currently on the bubble for the Mercury Lounge's NYE party featuring LEVY, Ambulance Ltd and Surfire. If you are out in Bushwick tomorrow night, stop by the Syrup Room where they are opening for Other Passengers.

Sensational :: Speaks For Itself
Like it says, it speaks for itself. Weird jiggy beats, cheap-ass Casio sounds and rapping from a guy who sounds like he just woke up and pulled a ten foot bong hit. It's pretty damn good hip hop.

Chad Van Galen :: Infiniheart
A guy who works at Sub Pop gave me this record and at first, I thought it was OK. Then it started to stick a little. Then I started hearing it in clubs and thinking, "Man, this is a good song! What is this?" And then I realized I owned it. And that's when you know an album is good.

Love As Laughter :: Laughter's Fifth
See above.

The Speakers :: Yeats Is Greats
These are a couple of friends of mine named Brian and Pete who live in SF and Davis, CA respectively. I always loved their music and the guys just get better and better. Brian last played guitar on Jolie Holland's tour, but he shies more towards an electronic thing on this album - which, by the way, is inspired entirely by Yeats. How many bands can you say that about?

The Soledad Brothers @ Southpaw
They put on the best show I saw this year. They just took it to the house. I don't know about their records, but they just shook Southpaw when they played there. And there's only TWO of 'em!

Thanks Gabe! Oh, and did anyone else see Richard Dreyfuss at the Big Hassle Holiday Party last night? I missed him, but definitely saw Iha - that dude is everywhere.

They keep rolling in and I'll keep pushing them out. No, I'm not talking about warm biscuits, (shout out to Gigs!). I'm talking about Top Five lists. Today's commentary comes courtesy of Ben and Stefan who make up half of the New York (or Brooklyn if you want to be a dick about it) rock band End of the World. These guys are top of the pops, but if you own their EP then this is old news. 2006 should see the release of their debut full length, but it has yet to score a release date. I'm going to keep my fingers crossed. Oh, and incase you're scratching your head - yes, that is the best picture I could find of Ben and Stefan.

Ben's Top 5 of 2005:

The Narrator :: Such Triumph (Flameshovel)

There really is no substitute for the sort of guitar-anguish that the Narrator are putting into song. A great way to feel young. When Sam screams "With a dripping mouthful of blood/I'm trying really hard not to care" in "Now Is The Time For All Good Men" I really lose it. The Narrator's songs, not to mention performances, contain moments of intensity so beautiful that it only makes sense that they devolve into chaos. I should also mention that, Stefan, David Yourdon and I singing backup on "(This) Party's Over" at the Empty Bottle record release show was a personal highlight in my life.

Cass McCombs :: PREfection (Monitor)

A great album that reveals itself in vastly different ways with each listen. The stylized production can occasionally mask the simple beauty of Cass' songs, but when you finally enter the world that this album inhabits and hear the record from the right vantage point it all begins to make perfect sense. There are physical sensations built in. I can't listen to "She's Still Suffering" without feeling like I'm falling. I can't listen to "City of Brotherly Love" enough.

Animal Collective :: Feels / Prospect Hummer EP (Fat Cat)

Two records, I know. But while Feels is the much-celebrated record that I listen to with the lights off and get sensations of other-worldliness, Prospect Hummer is such a startlingly beautiful collection of songs that it would be an injustice to ignore it here. Somehow Vashti Bunyan and Animal Collective bring out amazing hidden elements of each other's musical personas - she seems childish and free while they suddenly seem calm and musically domestic. Perfect for driving with the windows down when everyone else has air conditioning.

Dead Meadow :: Feathers (Matador)

In addition to putting on the best show I saw all year - at the Church of the Friendly Ghost in Austin during SXSW - Dead Meadow made a record that's incredible from the first minute to the last. It's as if you press play on your stereo and doors suddenly open to a vast psychedelic medieval banquet hall where you get to spend an hour wandering around touching all of the strangely colored objects and hiding from the king. But you're not stoned, you're dreaming, and dreaming is far better than being stoned. Anyone who casually refers to this band as "stoner-rock" should stop talking about music and go out and get stoned immediately.

Ume :: Urgent Sea (Pretty Activity)

I put out this record, so it may seem a bit unfair, but whenever I put it on I am first excited by how heavy this band is and later entranced by the sad beauty of some of Laure's vocals. A casual listener might easily overlook the complexities of this record, but I don't know anyone who's seen them live and walked away indifferent. Three wonderful and humble people who put more of themselves out on the stage in a single night than countless bands do in a career.

Stefan's Top 5 of Y2K5:

...Trail of Dead :: Worlds Apart (Interscope)

This album does not hesitate. It's the sound of men picking points on the horizon and running towards them. Epic songs played with a heavy hand, and it couldn't be done any other way. Put this record in the music machine and try not to rage. Things couldn't be better.

My Morning Jacket :: Z (ATO/RCA)

One of my favorite bands, and their show at Webster Hall in October further reminded me how much I like them. This band sounds like they spend just as much time with the Ghost of Christmas Past as they do with the Ghost of Christmas to come. They've got the spirits in them, and you can hear it as Jim James' voice sails around the rafters.

The Pathways :: Boat of Confidence (RIYL)

These guys have made a few records, but I think this may be my favorite. There is a bounce to these tunes, and great pop elements, but it's more than that. It's thoughtful gentlemen letting it all hang out while still keeping it together. As I look to the New Year, I hear the Pathways singing in my ear: "Start acting like it's going to happen--it might." Words to live by; bingo bango let's go jango.

Doves :: Some Cities (Capitol)

2005 was an epic year, and this record brings that point home once more. "Snowden" alone makes this record worth owning. I guess the word lush applies to the way a lot of the notes on this album feel. Sweeping guitar, blown-out drums - there are numbers on this album that sound like winter in the mountains, and numbers that sound like Joe Jackson. Makes for a nice record.

M.I.A. :: Arular (XL/Beggars)

This record is the suspenders that keeps your ragepants on. The beats are bouncy and triumphant, and her voice just has a great lilt to it. I cannot avoid raising my hands to the ceiling and nodding along whenever this record comes on. Important element of the summer of 2005.

Thanks guys!

Well, it doesn't matter to me, but be forewarned: Tickets to the Silver Jews' March 17th show at Webster Hall go onsale tomorrow at noon. Yes, this is St. Culkins Day, but they won't be serving green beer. Tickets are only $19.99 and they will likely go very fast. I think some of the Silver Jews were in Pearl Jam or some shitty band everyone used to shit their pants over in high school.

Plowing through another work day? Yeah, me too; and it sucks. Thank god for holiday parties tonight, (Flavorpill, Big Hassle and On The Pull all in one evening). Tonight might be better spent at home decompressing, but I'm not that smart. My body is still reeling after last night's Loose Record Holiday Party, (read: Jay and Yaps drink tequila until Jay blacks out. I may or may not have made it to the Bowery, but the drinking bracelet on my wrist this morning points to the former). Thanks to our friends for coming out to the intimate gathering at Bside; I had a ton of fun. Now to help keep you stimulated, here is a Top Five list from the man pictured to the right. Yes, it's Joe from Dirty On Purpose and though he is very handsome - this kid isn't all good looks. Joe is smarter than the average bear and though he refuses to give a decent reach around - he has great taste.

Top Five records of 2005 by Joe of Dirty On Purpose (in no particular order)

Stars :: Set Yourself on Fire

This record is more beautiful than any mustache I have ever grown. The female vocals on this record will make you remember why you started liking girls in the first place: because they can rip your heart out and sound like an angel, all at the same time.

High on Fire :: Blessed Black Wings

It may appear as though I only like things with the word "fire" in them. After listening to this record, you may also feel this way. This one is one of the most perfect records to skateboard to that I have heard in a long time. And no flip tricks either, screw that. I am talking 40 miles an hour at two in the morning doing slappies the whole way home.

Say Hi To Your Mom :: Ferocious Mopes

Eric doing what Eric does: Writing and recording really good songs.

The Hold Steady :: Separation Sunday

I drink - a lot; way more than I should. I'd like to drink with these guys. We used to practice downstairs from them, and they were so F'in loud, that we'd end up just playing along with them until they were done.

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah :: Self Titled

This record made my list not only because it sounds so good, but the way they knocked everyone on their asses the way they did with no help from a label just impresses the hell out of me.

Honorable Mention: A Place to Bury Strangers :: As Yet Untitled (due on Tee Pee)

If these assholes will ever get this record done, it is going to blow everyone's mind. I think they are on the Ackerman Ten Year Recording Plan.

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You Knew This Was Coming...

On a joyous note, I'd like to announce the engagement of Josh and Chris. They've been together for years, but Chris finally got Josh to throw in the towel last weekend. While they were on holiday in Vermont, Josh purposed to Chris who gladly accepted. When reached for comment Josh said, "Well, he earned. Chris is a beautiful man and wonderful lover. He stood by me during the hard times and partied with me at the high points. Speaking of high points - I'd like to thank ecstasy - without that drug we may never have gotten into that shower together." Chris called me first thing the next morning to gush about their engagement, "Josh finally did the right thing. I have waited a long time for this day to finally come. Despite his parents complete disapproval of our partnership, I'm happy to say we are going forward with our marriage. Josh has become his own man no matter what his underpants say. Oh, and by the way, they say Chris." Way to go guys - I'm really happy for you. This is a picture of the happy couple in the studio making their debut record as a two piece. The working titles are 1 +1 = Us, The Better Halves and Always On Top.

Another day another crumpled up receipt telling me I have no money. This means I must work harder - wait, no it doesn't. I don't see any return if I bust my ass here in the corporation. But there is still tons of work to be done during this exam period, so I once again turn this blog over to my good friend Enrique Iglesias who gave me a list of his Top Five NFL teams and why. I agree with most of his picks, but not with the order. Outside of the obvious #1 team, there is a serious shakedown in the NFL and the next couple weeks will be very important. You can't count out Kanas City, Dallas or San Diego, but one certainty is you can count out the Jets - they suck, but at least they are still playing to win. Thanks Herm and thanks to Johnny Conejo for picking up today's tab.

In keeping with the holiday spirit, if you are indie as fuck and don't care about sports then blow me - I love them so much. Or if you are from another country like my buddy Graeme who recently sent me this email in regards to my knee injury at the hands of Danny Big Sleep: "Bummeroni about your knee man. What flavour football were you playing? Soccer, or that Yankee shit? If it was the latter, then it serves you right. That game's for girls," you can blow me.

1. Indianapolis Colts ::
The obvious choice, but deservedly so. They have taken out every opponent they have faced thus far and have a legitimate chance to do what only 1 other team has done before - go the entire season undefeated. The Peyton Manning led offense is a machine loaded with weapons, and even though he is not putting up numbers as big as last year, he is on the short list of MVP candidates for the season. Can they lose? Yes, but a team will have to play a near flawless game to do it. Their opponent this week (San Diego) probably has the best chance to do it. As they are coming off a very dehabilitiating loss to Miami and need a victory badly to help secure their own postseason future. While the San Diego defense has some holes, their offense is one of the few that can compete with the Colts. Tony Dungy says he may or may not rest his players going into the playoffs. As exciting as it is to try and go undefeated he needs to take his teams health into consideration first. It is looking like some of his key defensive players might be rested this week (Corey Simon, Cato June) as they are a bit banged up. Even if the are to lose before the playoffs, they will still go in to the postseason as the team to beat.

2. Denver Broncos ::
A bit questionable after just squeaking by the lowly Ravens, but Denver is (and will continue to be) a very tough team to beat. Come Playoff time, their RB tandem has the power to wear down opposing defenses while keeping themselves fresh. The Mike Anderson/Tatum Bell/and the revitalized Ron Dayne are a serious force to be reckoned with and lead the Denver change. The formerly mistake prone Jake Plummer has emerged as a mighty fine QB this year and is leading his offense wisely. They have the talent and the depth to beat any team in the NFL.

3. Seattle Seahawks ::
Classic underachievers, but this might be the year they make a legit run at it. Shaun Alexander is a scoring machine and Matt Hasselbeck is having another stellar season. WR Joe Jurevicius is quietly leading the team in receiving TD's (while also posting a career TD high himself). Not bad for a player who wasn't even a starter at the beginning of the season. After their #1 WR Darrell Jackson went down early with a knee injury, Jurevicius has emerged as a great target for Hasselbeck. And with Jackson about to return from injury it should make them even better. Prone to lose while playing away and in the cold they have all but assured themselves home field advantage throughout the playoffs. Their Christmas Eve match-up against the Colts could be a Super Bowl preview, though both of them might not have much to play for at that point and therefore not play with 100% of their personnel and determination on the field.

4. Chicago Bears ::
Certainly the biggest surprise this season and why Lovie Smith is probably the NFL Coach Of The Year. Yes they lost handily to a reeling Pittsburgh team, but Pittsburgh is a very solid team who needed that win very badly. Sure their schedule has not been super tough and their 9-4 record includes wins against San Fran, New Orleans, Detroit (twice), Green Bay & Baltimore. Rookie QB Kyle Orton has done a formidable job with the offense, but has been far from spectacular. All this being said, their defense is legit and arguably the best in football. Nathan Vasher has emerged in his 2nd year as one of the best Cornerbacks in the league. Linebacker Brian Urlacher is turning in another Pro Bowl season, but now has the supporting cast surrounding him to make it all click. That topped with their stellar running game will keep them in every game they play. And as the weather gets colder and seasons are on the line, a great defense and running game can win a championship. Thomas Jones has surprised many with his stellar play at RB. Rookie Cedric Benson lost the starting job in training camp because of his holdout and remains unproven. Though remember he was chosen ahead of the most impressive rookie RB this year (Cadillac Williams/Bucs) And Adrian Peterson has looked fantastic in the limited play he has received. Though their mediocre passing game is a concern and faced with a big early deficit their lack of offensive firepower might lead to their demise, this team has the tools that will make them a very tough team to beat down the stretch.

5. Carolina Panthers ::
Probably the most inconsistent 9-4 team in the NFL. They have narrowly beaten opponents they should have dismantled, but have looked mighty impressive if games that should have been very tight (Tampa Bay, New England, Atlanta). Jake Delhomme has his ups and downs, but the fact remains when push comes to shove he can win big games. WR Steve Smith is having a career season (Some claim MVP worthy). Coach John Fox is a fantastic coach with good control of his team. It's a bit tough what to expect with this team, but that is part of what makes them such a dangerous opponent.

Watch out for...

:: New England Patriots :: Not as talented as they have been in the past and still banged up. But only a fool would count out Bill Belichick, Tom Brady & CO. come January.

:: Cincinnati Bengals :: Carson Palmer + Chad Johnson + Rudi Johnson makes for one of the most exciting offenses in football. They can run with the best of them, but their weak defense might cost them in the end.

:: New York Giants :: Its hard to be underrated in New York, but Tiki Barber might be the most under appreciated RB in football. Eli Manning will be a great QB for a long time to come, but not sure if its his time quite yet.

:: Pittsburgh Steelers :: Started to seem that they were in a downward spiral, but their huge victory over the Bears last week puts them right back into the playoff chase. Have been making more mistakes and turnovers than Bill Cowher could ever stand, but if he can whip them into shape they are a scary team.

:: Jacksonville Jaguars :: Hands down the biggest joke of a remaining schedule than any other team in the NFL should send them into the Playoffs at 12-4, but could be promptly knocked out of the playoffs in the 1st weekend.

Noah Chernin is an asshole. He knows it and so do I, but we at Loose Record still find a way to love and respect his passion for music. Today I've been completely buried at the office so I asked Noah to hook me up with his Top Five records from the past year. This is a preview to the massive feature we'll roll out next week showcasing our writers picks for the year 2005. Here is what one fourth of Sam Champion had to say. Some obvious picks in here along with one that no one could predict. Good looks Noah - you still suck.

Top Five records of 2005 and why by Noah Chernin Of New York rock outfit Sam Champion (in no order)

The Magic Numbers :: S/T
Remember that feeling - the last day of elementary school. Maybe 5th grade and you jump out the back of the bus at your stop. And you are holding hands with the girl you liked all year and she kisses you on the cheek and runs away to her house. And then you see her again next year. 6th grade. Her braces are off. You have the beginnings of bad facial hair and it just isn't the same. This is kinda like that.

Spoon :: Gimme Fiction
Contains quite possibly one of the best songs to fit "rock and roll" into the lyrics. Once again Spoon rises to the occasion and delivers a fucking home run of a record. Preserving the Album as an artform. No one pays more attention to sequencing and overall shape and beauty as Spoon.

Bob Dylan :: No Direction Home Bootleg Series Vol. 7
Recorded from 1959 - 1965. So what. Worth it for “Ballad of a Thin Man' alone on disc 2. Now that's what Noah calls Music Vol. 1!

Cass McCombs :: PREfection
Alhough I feel Cass' A to be a more superior record, there is just no denying the (dare I say it!??) GENIUS of this kid. Part Reed, part Lennon, part early Waits, he's just got it. I don't know what else to say.

Kayne West :: Late Registration
I'm pretty closed minded when it comes to music. I'd say I'm a purist, Jay would say I'm an Asshole. Give me the Crazy Horse chug, a warbly vocal, ripping electric guitars and I'm a sucker. But Kanye delivered big and I am a changed man. I even like Adam Levine's vocal on "Heard 'Em Say" and from there it just gets better. "Gold Digger" is the new "Hey Ya!" and so on.....

As many of you have read on various blogs, Voxtrot had some van problems that forced them to cancel the final portion of their December tour. It is an unfortunate set of circumstances for the band, but on the other hand, quite a positive turn of events for New Yorkers who missed their set at the Mercury Lounge just last week. Tomorrow Voxtrot will once again hit the stage at the tiny Atlantic Avenue bar Magnetic Field in downtown Brooklyn. They are definitely worth the $5 cover and may I suggest you head out there early as the joint is sure to be slammed. Back in August, I saw the band at Magnetic Field this was all the review I could muster:

Magaritas and nachos kick ass.
I loathe Brooklyn.
Brooklyn was really fun.
Noah pulled a Belin.
I didn't see Jin's cat ears.
Muggs were quite good.
Teaching Pat to carbomb.
Smoking joints on the street.
Anna makes me laugh.
Voxtrot kicked ass.
Must see them tonight.
We took a cab home?
Mets beer sucks ass.
Brian showed up - didn't he? He had a lady with him.
Jin was on the decks.
I was really drunk.

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

Shut The Fuck Up And Do Something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check it: ProductshopNYC has launched Kollege Daily which is a round up of all the stupidity happening on campuses near you.

The Mercury Lounge has finally announced the first part of their NYE lineup, and it's none other than Brooklyn's finest - Ambulance LTD. Expect the bill to fill out over the next few business days, but beat the rush and puchase your tickets online. Personally, I hope to be sitting somewhere tropical with a cocktail in hand - one with an umbrella - but there is also talk of a trip to the Vermont ski house. Either way, NYC can totally eat it this year.

A moment ago I got in the elevator and as the door closed some guy tried to join me and the group of students, but the door shut as he fumbled around. Everyone laughed a bit as he looked like a jackass, and I said, "You've got to willing to lose a hand." A British student in the elevator replied, "You've got to be a bit of steel," which epitomizes the journey that was my Thursday night.

The evening began when Meredith stopped by the apartment before we headed over to Clinton Street Bakery for some dinner. Rachel was supposed to join us, but she ran about an hour late so we had drinks (Blood Orange Jalapeño Margarita) and soup (Mushroom Bisque) before she arrived. We (read: I) was a bit nervous about the time so we ordered our entrees without Rachel, but she showed up in time to score some grub. My dinner was totes (props to the girls + Del) best evs! Seriously, take your silly ass down to Clinton Street Bakery and pray to the god of skinny punks that they have this special on the menu: Seared Cod with Creamed Spinach and Lump Crabmeat. I nearly licked my plate clean. The Cod came on a bed of unbelievable creamed spinach and was topped with crab meat that had been tossed with light marinara sauce. Cap the meal with a shot infused mocha, and you can call it a day.

Somewhat unfortunately, I couldn't go home to couch surf the night away. Instead the three of us met Beach in front of the Mercury to split a cab out to Southpaw. I've only been to the Park Slope venue a few times, but each time has been aces so maybe I'll lift my hateful ban on Brooklyn, (not bloodly likely). We were greeted by Doug as we entered the club, and quickly found our place at the head of the bar, (the same spot where Dr. Shitfest previously heckled Magnolia Electric Co.). After a couple songs by The Subjects (who reminded me of The Changes), a pile of hellos were dished out to the numerous familiar faces in the crowd. Congrats to Ramie and everyone involved for putting together a successful night - Southpaw was packed.

Now I want you to take all this with a gallon of salt, but you should really give it the proper attention. Sam Champion is a massive rock force. Fuck the haters. Last night blew the shit right out of my pants. Their entire set was extremely impressive. It was my first chance to see the boys since their month long tour as I had to work the night of their Mercury Lounge show. Something happened on the road. Something clicked. Someone must have attached a massive set of balls to Noah, Jack, Ryan and Sean in the Northwest. I don't know how to explain it, but it's something everyone should see. If you're one of those people who didn't dig the album too much because you think it is slow or sleepy, give Sam Champion's live show one shot. You'll be converted. Fuck - seriously - Fuck, I can't get over it. It's nearly inexplicable. You see a band 100 times, and it's a rarity that on the 100th time you finally realize that you are a superfan. Last night I filled out my application to become a certified Sam Champion Groupie, (get in line girls).

I mean shit, the entire set was good, but they straight up went for it last night. The second half of the set was like amazing sex after a two-thumbs-up blow job. They took the set out in this order: "Mexican Rags" (my favorite jam), "Cheadlebug" (a crowd favorite - Noah slipped a "Jay Belin" or two in the song - so awesome), "You Can't Do That" (requisite Beatles cover for a sad anniversary), "Jealous Shakes" (Jack was so fucking tasty) and "TV Fever". Sam Champion's last jam included some drop-to-your-knees and ceiling-pipe-raking guitar work. As the curtain pulled shut, I nearly collapsed in complete fulfillment, but there was more rock to see.

Beach and I ducked out of the club and headed back to Manhattan for a set by Dead Meadow at the Bowery. We rolled up as the band took to their third song, but for some reason it all seemed second fiddle to the mind blowing shit I'd just witnessed in Brooklyn. We had a drink, said hello to Dan, Kyle, Christine and Erin, collected Christie and jumped right back out to Park Slope. Don't adjust your screen. You are reading correctly; I made two trips to Brooklyn last night. What gives? I hate Brooklyn and after Sunday I will have made three trips out there in one week. I'm getting soft.

As we rolled back into the Southpaw, we took our spot at the front of the bar and proceeded to embark on an onslaught of tequila that would make legions of Mexican folks proud to know us. Beach is currently telling me that George Micahael (yes, that one) was at Southpaw, but I don't remember him nor do I remember any handys in the bathroom so I can't confirm. Regardless, we took the night up a couple notches as did Apollo Sunshine who fucking killed it. They were all over the place, but damn that kid can play some guitar. Outstanding stuff. In the near future you should be able to purchase a copy of last night's outstanding gig at Rockslide. You'd be a fool not to drop the coin. I wish there was more to say on Apollo, but the evening was mildly hazy at this point and my veins no longer pumped blood - they were pure tequila.

Serious compliments to everyone last night for making it a fan-fuckin-tastic run through town - even this kid was there:

Thanks to Beana for hooking up some awesome shots of last night. You can read / see more at Productshop NYC. Oh, one more thing - my apologies to Builder for grinding him at the Voxtrot show. With that cute muffin ass, who can resist?

Maybe you've heard of a little band called The Beatles? Well, twenty-five years ago John Lennon was shot in front of the Dakota, (he played guitar). Loose Record just needed to represent before moving on to business.

First order of business; Noah just informed me that the NY Post ran a small sidebar article that claims the long time service, Cartoon, has been busted! Now for many of you this may not mean anything, but to me it means a little something. This service, though slow, was always reliable when you needed some decent grass. My friends and I used them throughout our years at NYU and well after. Younger friends talked of the passed down number. Let me explain to those of you who don't understand. In NYC you don't go to a friend's house to 'pick up a bag'. Instead you call a service and one of their runners brings the grass to you. It's a beautiful thing. Anyway, Cartoon was the seasoned veteran in the business, but it sounds like their run is over. Be careful with your numbers - protect your dealers!

Before I get to last night's recap, let me explain a couple awesome shows happening this evening. The first is in the great state of Brooklyn - more specifically Park Slope. Tonight Sam Champion and Apollo Sunshine are set to rock Southpaw. If you're planning on attending this show, may I suggest you buy your tickets online now because all purchasers will receive a free copy of tonight's show courtesy of Rockslide. Take a look at the boys sans Noah at last night's Elle Girl party.

Another worthwhile show is rocking the Bowery Ballroom this evening. Stop by to check out the super fuzzy, psych style of Dead Meadow. Make sure to bring ear plugs; these guys turn it all the way up. They are playing with another man who takes it to 11 - J Mascis - who is performing in one of his many projects called Witch.

VHS or Bet Your Ass I'll Be There.

Last night it was cold. Yes, it's only December 8th and I'm already bitching, but damn it was cold. The days of sacrificing comfort for fashion are coming to a rapid end. While home for Thanksgiving, Mom helped me score a winter coat, but after further review I've continued my run of bad decisions when it comes to coats. Anyway, the evening began on the corner of 3rd and 11th waiting for Christie. As she pulled up in the cab, Meredith came running down the street to help us slide into Webster Hall without having to wait in the cold. It was the first time in quite awhile that I was in the venue for pleasure rather than business so we ditched our coats and after saying hello to a number of folks, made our way to the coffee bar, (doesn't actually serve coffe).

We camped out there with a crew of kids, that included Rachel, Rory, Jack, Sean, Ryan, Dana, Christian, Phoebe, Jerry, Angela, Sarah, Chris and Hawkins, and pounded drinks until the band took the stage. At one point I ducked backstage to hang with the production crew for a few, but they had to take care of business. Once I was back on the floor we caught a few songs by VHS or Beta before bailing on the party in favor of Voxtrot. Good looks to Meredith for throwing the first of many solid holiday parties. The band was decent, but didn't sound loud enough. I couldn't really watch them because I was mesmerized by the bass player's coat.

Christie, Jerry, Angela and I hopped a quick cab to the Mercury to catch Voxtrot's set. By this time I felt pretty hammered, but it wouldn't stop me from seeing one of my favorite new bands. Their show is totally fey, but in that super snuggly kind of way. Ramesh pranced his skunk like hair around the stage like he just scored a date with a super model while the rest of the boys play the role of indie rock band to a T. They have such an inviting sound that it's nearly impossible not to dig them. Yes, it sounds like the Smiths and no, I'm not a huge fan, but there is something about their songs that make me want to shake my ass like a 50 year old dad. They played all my favorites from their Raised by Wolves EP and some new jams along with a couple songs off the 7inches I picked up some time ago. They plan to tour at the beginning of 2006 before hybernating while recording a new EP. A&R people should take note. Bring piles of money when you meet with these guys - they are worth every penny. Congratulations to James, Jared and the rest of Voxtrot for keeping the sell out crowd pleased with not one, but two encores.

Donkey Culkin
I'm a bit to busy to post today so here is a jem courtesy of Bucket. I wonder what brought them together and whether or not Mac knew it was Donkey Lips. Find the connection and win a piece of chicken from me.

In the mean time... do the following two things.

1. Listen to The Joggers latest record With a Cape and a Cane. It is unreal.
2. Go see Voxtrot tonight at the Mercury Lounge.

This needs to be publicized; Mike Myers and I are new best friends. We made a date to go out drinking next Thursday. Yes, that's right; Austin Powers and I are getting shit tossed for the holidays. Jealous? Don't be - I'm lying. But last night Mr. Myers did come through the club for the Iron & Wine show, and we did have our moments. Nothing like tossing a couple jokes around with Wayne. There was one very awkward moment when he came to the door as Christine, Dan, Noah and I discussed who checked his name off the list. As he stepped outside to make another phone call, I threw in the, "Talk about your all time backfires," line which didn't have much relevance, but it put Noah in stitches.

Noah, I finally remember the film from which the quote was lifted - Happy Gilmore. When he takes Virginia to the ice rink for a date and bets her a kiss that she can't make a shot from the blue line. She obviously sinks it, but Happy gets the sess anyway. Speaking of make out sessions, it's mistletoe season so make sure to stock up on some chap stick. Nothing says Happy Holidays like a nice set of wind burned, cracked lips!

On another note, I'm wondering how you would stock Iron & Wine at your record store. This question came up last night, and gigs deferred it to me, but I'm not too familiar with the music so we decided on indie-folk. My second choice was puss-rock, but that's only because I've seen so much metal over the past couple days. The band is such a bunch of wonderful people, but the music certainly has a sleepy element to it. It's the type of show where you'd get shushed for talking during a song.

In case you didn't know - David Bryne is a beautiful man. And quite low key.

All that is from the past. Let's move onto the future.

Tonight there is a number of options for those of you living in the 212. Take note of the following:

1. Tonight the Bowery Ballroom is hosting the release party for Invite Them Up which is a comedy record that was recorded at Pianos. Tonight's lineup features some of the best indie comics (is that a genre?) in the business: Todd Barry, Eugene Mirman, Bobby Tisdale, Demitri Martin, Michael Showalter and more. You can expect to see the man, the myth, the next in line for a culkin - David Cross, (who despite his complaints in his film Let America Laugh will probably be on the guest list). Tickets are available at the door for $15 and the show kicks off at 8pm. On Sunday Eugene told me he'd probably do 20 minutes somewhere around 10pm. Go for the funny. Stay for the awesome.

2. Tonight is the first in a month long Tuesday night residency at Nublu for the electronic meats hard funk duo Kudu. Last time I checked they were a two-piece, but recent pictures on their MySpace account lead me to thinking they are now a trio. Mr. Carter at Nublu Records will need to confirm this. In any event, stop by the club and support this talented group of dance bandits at midnight. If you can get there early, Send is playing at 10pm and it's only five-clams. To sweeten the cocktail, DJ Cocoa Cracker Brown will provide some intermission beats and late night boogie down productions. Check out the Send website for all the details for the residency.

3. Yes, it's a busy night. If you are looking for some of that up-and-coming rock that the bloggers circle like vultures, then look no further than tonight's VICIOUS party at Rothko. This rockstudded event features sets by a pile of bands you need to see now! Toss two NYC bands (The Octagon & The Picture), One UK band (The Subways) and one half-and-half (Five O'Clock Heroes) and you get a mixture so potent that a hipster migration is sure to occur. Seriously folks; this show will be out of control. Congrats to The Picture who is due to release their debut full-length next week.

4. Congratulations to Deli Magazine for reaching their one year anniversary in a progressive fashion. I've contributed to the local rag since the second issue, and it's great to see them grow into a credible publication. Help them celebrate tonight at Tonic. Upstairs will feature a show by Dirty Rainbow and The Occasion ($8) while the early hours in Sub-Tonic will have some food, giveaways and general holiday spirit (FREE) from 7-9pm with the always awesome DJ Oil on the wheels o