October 15, 2008
Godspeed, Jenny Lewis
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September 16, 2008
Working Hard to Get my Thrill
And here it is - my entry on the MoreCowbell.dj web site: Journey's "Don't Stop Believing."
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Does it say "Don" on your browser too? You're most welcome. And, even though my boyfriend doesn't know who he is and I say it every year and never follow through, 2008 will be the year I fulfill my dream of going as Steve Perry for Halloween:
Though to tell you the truth, I'd much prefer to go as Steve Perry in renaissance garb and crown OVER a button-up shirt, jeans and high-tops a la the oft-overlooked masterpiece that IS the Oh Sherrie video (*broom guitar starts at 3:50):
And can I just point out the fact that if Sherrie and Steve had ever made it all the way, she would've been Sherrie Perry?
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August 24, 2008
Tunes Update
I've spent the whole weekend alternating between Crazy Train (above) and Shove It on the ole 'pod. It's been quite a few days.
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August 19, 2008
And Now a Word From Our Guest Editor: Captain Spicer
Following, Jenny's two-part review of a Neil Diamond concert:
Part One
M and I went to a Neil Diamond concert last week. (equal parts ridiculous, awesome, and cult-like) I recommend if you never. Anyway, Neil also talks to himself, typically over soft backing music. And when he is talking to himself he says things like "Hey, Diamond." He's really beyond human.
Part Two
Neil D is in pretty good shape for an old guy. Definitely looks less disgusting than Billy (Fat Walrus) Joel and less surgically altered than Barry (Cat Woman) Manilow. Not sure I'd go so far as to ogle his ass, MARIE, but he does get around the stage pretty quickly (and not just on his lighted motorized platform). Also, when he slow danced with his back up singer during a You Don't Bring Me Flowers interlude, I truly believed they were in love.
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August 03, 2008
Spoon Covers "Rocks Off"
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July 31, 2008
Welcome to My Head
For the past few weeks, this has been its theme song.
I'm double posting this on Annoyance Allowance to truly express the magnitude of the situation.
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June 07, 2008
Red Rocked
Marie and I went to see John Prine and Emmylou Harris last night at Red Rocks. The show was incredible - and, though I liked John Prine beforehand, I am now a ridiculous fan. What a performance. What a songwriter.
Here's a performance of "In Spite of Ourselves" with Iris DeMent. (He sang this last night with my all-time fave Emmylou.) This is one of his funnier tunes; ones like Sam Stone and Hello in There will make you cry. Which no one really wants on a Saturday morning. Regardless, I urge you to check this guy out if you haven't before. Wonderful stuff.
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May 30, 2008
Friday Inspo
What can I say? It's a Youtube kind of morning. And this song gets me going. That is all.
Here's a better video (though not so appealing to those prone to seizures), equally good tune:
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May 19, 2008
Finalized Muzica Mixica
No Man's Woman - Sinead O'Connor
M79 - Vampire Weekend
If I Ever Feel Better - Phoenix
Breakin' Up - Rilo Kiley
Who the Fuck? PJ Harvey
Funkier Than a Mosquita's Tweeter - Ike and Tina Turner
I Swallowed a Dragonfly - Heartless Bastards
Trouble on the Line - Loretta Lynn
I've Been Out Walking - Nico
Rise Up With Fists!!! - Jenny Lewis
14th Street - Rufus Wainwright
Gallows Pole - Led Zeppelin
Windfall - Son Volt
Brilliant Disguise - Bruce Springsteen
Lost Cause - Beck
Awkward Duet - Sons & Daughters
Bessa - Tilly and the Wall
Avenues - Whiskeytown
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue - Them
I Don't Know Why I Love You - The Rolling Stones
A lot of those are personal favorites from all my assorted and sundry heartbreaks over the years. Looking back, I think if it wasn't for Led Zeppelin, I wouldn't have survived 2003. And if it wasn't for Rilo Kiley, I might not have moved to Denver. And if it wasn't for Loretta Lynn, I wouldn't have learned to pronounce "bear" "baaaarrrr."
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Thoughts on Making a Mixture
A friend of mine is going through a tough break-up right now and I'm trying to figure out the just right songs to put on a mix for her. I want to strike that delicate balance between survival anthems and tear-gushers; the first for obvious reasons and the second because, in delicate emotional times, it always brings some comfort to realize you're not the ONLY person to have ever suffered this way. It's a challenging task, though, so I'm considering making two: one for the cry-y times and one for the times when you're just so happy to have the dickbrains expunged from your life that you feel like shouting. And you would shout but the heartache diet (peanut butter and vodka) has sapped you of strength for such exertions. So you just smile to yourself and go put out on an Internet date.
Maybe this is just me.
Regardless, one song I know I won't be adding?
"Yeah! Oh, Yeah!" by The Magnetic Fields.
And the reason I know this?
Because I considered it.
(Male) I've enjoyed making you
miserable for years
found peace of mind in
playing on your fears
How I loved to catch your gold
and silver tears, but now my dear
(Female) What a dark and dreary life
Are you reaching for a knife?
Could you really kill your wife?
(Male) Yeah! Oh, yeah!
(Female) Oh, I die, I die, I die!
So it's over, you and I
Was my whole life just a lie?
(Male) Yeah! Oh, yeah!
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May 14, 2008
I Want to Violate You
Nine Inch Nails is giving away its latest album for free here. I downloaded, but have yet to listen...and will probably not be terribly motivated to after hearing Matt's review of it last night.
"It sounds like a video game. Just like all their albums have sounded like video games since [INSERT ALBUM NAME I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF] they made the soundtrack to Quake."
So, cool. That's nice.
I can jam to Pitfall.
Totes.
But the reeeeallly strange part of it all is that today and yesterday, Nine Inch Nails has been the featured sponsor on a frightening site called The Skinny Website. Granted, I know this because I read it, and I read it because I have no morals, but that site is skeeeery in its nitpickery of celebrity weight loss and gain. Whoever's handling the ad-buys or PPCs for Trent and the gang is way off-base with this one. Not only wouldn't I want my brand associated with a site like that, but judging from the comments, I would surmise that the average, pro-ana, 13-year old, tres misérables reader of a site like that isn't exactly NIN's target consumer.
Bow down before the one you serve? Well, maybe next time.
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May 13, 2008
Worst Video Non-Competition (Define "Worst"
As a follow-up to yesterday's post, Duffy sent the above. He assures me no Apaches were harmed during its making.
Thanks, Duff!
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May 12, 2008
Worst Album Cover Competition [Define "Worst"]
So hard to choose but do try and vote for your least favorite (and see all of them) here.
Thanks, Rick!
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May 08, 2008
Realizations While Tiling
Matt and Nate are tiling my kitchen floor right now. I'm sure they're really enjoying listening to my Ipod on shuffle, considering that I've only uploaded artists beginning with "A" and artists beginning with "B" so we've literally had a Beastie Boys, Baby Dayliner, Beastie Boys, Beastie Boys, Bruce Springsteen, Belle & Sebastian, Alicia Keys (shuttup) set in the last half an hour. Pleasurable to all. But speaking of Bruce Springsteen, Nate just pointed out that the cover of The Wild, The Innocent, and The E Street Shuffle which I have hanging in my kitchen to cover up some odd hole or something, is remarkably similar to the cover of Bob Marley's Legend.
I don't see any similarities.
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Lyrics, Etc. = Perfection
Matt put the song "Feeling Good Again" by Robert Earl Keen on a mix for me, and I absolutely love it. Here's a blank youtube video of it in which "Again" is spelled "Agian," so that's cool. Give it a whirl. Dad, I'm talking to you.
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April 25, 2008
Song of the Day
Ignore the video, just give a listen and enjoy your Friday afternoon! (Hopefully not involving any bus-based transit in NY.)
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April 24, 2008
Rufus Kind of Night
The Lady Gloom and her hornets circling round
Is now before us, the screaming's done without moving
One little move and for sure you will be stung
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April 22, 2008
Fingers!
Howly mowly, Sticky Fingers (the band that completely got all of our rocks off at El and Sooz's wedding) are totally on NPR right now! Which means I have an excuse to post a picture of me, Molly, Mini-Mick and MY BOOBS! Whoot!
The bartender in the background = pure gravy.
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April 07, 2008
Speaking of Gimme Shelter...
Most New Yorkers — including Rufus Wainwright — have fond memories of August 14th, 2003, the day that 40 million Americans lost power in a blackout and Manhattan morphed into a peaceful candlelit party.*
“I was just out of rehab at that point,” says Wainwright. “So I watched enviously as others lost their minds. It was like watching Chekhov.”
To re-create that rad vibe, Wainwright has posited that June 21st be celebrated without electricity. Joined by his sis Martha, Beth Orton and Harper Simon, Wainwright touted his cause, performing a candlelit, mike-free concert, belting out “Stayin’ Alive,” “California” and “Bye Bye Love.”
The gig was shot by documentarian Albert Maysles, who is working on a film about Wainwright. “Things are gonna take a bit of a left turn, because he wants to film me telling my mother my life story,” he says. “I hope it doesn’t turn out to be like Grey Gardens — or Gimme Shelter, for that matter.”
!!!!! No waaaaaaay!!!!!
*Pretty bold statement and as for this Former Yorker, the blackout caused me to miss the wedding of two of my best friends. Two of my best friends whom I had introduced; a wedding in which I was supposed to give a speech. Memories of being on the phone with United for, oh 6 or 7 hours in the sweltering heat of my apartment? Not so fond nor so peaceful. Fuck off Rolling Stone.
You heard me.
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March 31, 2008
Saw You Stretched Out in Room 10-0-9
Well, well, well. The Stones/Scorsese movie, Shine a Light, which I've been looking forward to since even before Elliott *SAW* one of the filmed shows at the Beacon nearly two years ago (!!), is almost here. Marie and I will be enjoying the IMAX experience of the flick on opening night at 7 p.m. on the dime. She's promised to smuggle in some rotgut whiskey like her man Keef, and I'm committed to dressing in scarves and top hats to pay hard-h homage to the brillig Mick. It promises to be a very sultry combination. Tickets available on Fandango.
I think I've already posted this trailer, but it never hurts to watch it again:
And here's a Youtube of me dancing to Gimme Shelter:
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March 28, 2008
Genius Keith Richards Interview at GQ.com
Like your immune system—legendary.
It’s above average, yes.
That’s a fact of medical science?
Yes. They want it so they can study it and figure out how to make other people much better. [laughs] I mean, I eat everything wrong. I shove terrible things inside me.
Yet you won’t eat cheese.
No! Cheese is very wrong.
Why’s that?
Look at everybody. [makes bloated face]
Do you have any other phobias?
As far as bodily, no. Cheese is a no-no for me. Everybody else, go eat it. Just take a look at yourself. Fermented milk is not the ideal choice for everyday eating, that’s all. [laughs]
Read the whole piece here.
Link via Golden Fiddle.
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February 11, 2008
Concerto (Plus a Whole Buncha Youtube)
June 6. 8 p.m. - Emmylou Harris and John Prine at Red Rocks.
And if you have the GALL to doubt the mastery that is Ms. Emmylou, check this one out. Love that tune.
Also this:
Or the following oldie/goodie (one of my all-time favorite songs) - Streets of Baltimore with her great love, Gram Parsons:
And here's John Prine, singing his wonderful Angel From Montgomery:
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January 28, 2008
And Now for a Word from Crüe
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Reverse Schadenfreude
I just found out a guy I dated directed a very cool video for one of my all-time *favorite* bands, The Diamond Nights. I don't know what more to say about this other than I hate it when dudes I've frenched go on to achieve greatness rather than curling up in some hole in the desert bemoaning the loss of such a chick as me. Granted, this whole desert-living, "Why didn't she loooove me?! She was soooooo awesome and hot and totally skinny and had the best taste in bedding - not that I saw it, Mr. N*ely!" scenario would've knocked out a fair percentage of the creative class of New York City.
I guess humanity has me to thank for not inspiring a generation of talented, hiply shod Big Apple eaters to lives of intellectual stagnation.
You're WELCOME.
Weird Update: I just reread that entry I linked to above, and realized that when I said the drummer looked like a guy I had dated, I was referring to THE GUY WHO DIRECTED THIS. Whoa, world - youze crazy and shit.
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January 25, 2008
Video/Song From the Alliteratively Alluring Apple Air Ad
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January 24, 2008
Appetite for Destruction
The Gunners cover band Appetite for Destruction will be playing the Fox Theater in Boulder on February 28. This will be, like, the closest thing I've seen to the full-on totally Out Ta Get Me five-some since I, uh, drunkenly watched Axl's briefly reformed Gn'R (replete with Buckethead!) at Madison Square Garden oh so many years ago, as well as a juicy complement to the Slash autobiography I'm currently glued to. Did you know his Mom dated David Bowie?! And that he likes TITS!? Wonders, do me a favor and keep on never ceasing.
Tickets are about $12 and available here.
Not Appetite for Destruction.
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December 11, 2007
The Falcon CAN Hear the Falconer
A few Valentine's Days back, my brother and I saw Kiki and Herb open for Rufus Wainwright at the Beacon Theater in good ole NYC. The whole show was one of (if not theeee) best things I've ever seen, and getting to watch these two perform - which is virtually impossible as tickets are snapped up the SECOND they go on sale, always - was spectacular and riotous and all other sorts of spectacular and riotous things. (The Rogets is clearly in storage.) Chances of them coming to Denver range somewhere in the "no shot in hell" zone, but I can take small comfort in their classic version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" (complete with lyrics by Keats), which has been immortalized in this oddly compelling little vid. Give it a whirl, and if you're in DC in March of 2008, grab tickets to their stint at the Kreeger Theater. Do it. Do it. Done.
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Zeppenis Envy
All these GUSHING reviews from the Led Zeppelin show o'er in merry olde England are KILLING me. Can't Even. Muster. Energy. To. Link. Oh just google the boys, you'll see what I'm talking about if you haven't already. I mean, there were LASERS! And adding to my soul-consuming jealousy? The fact that Matt's sister and brother-in-law were THERE.
Not feeling quite as green as me yet? Eyeball this set list, suckers:
Good Times Bad Times
Ramble On
Black Dog
In My Time Of Dying
For Your Life (1st time played live)
Trampled Under Foot
Nobody’s Fault But Mine”
No Quarter
Since I’ve Been Loving You
Dazed And Confused
Stairway To Heaven
The Song Remains The Same
Misty Mountain Hop
Kashmir
Encore:
Whole Lotta Love
Rock And Roll
I mean, please:
But for those of you, like your sad and pathos-stricken blogger over here, who didn't get to go, do yourself a favor and check out the absolutely killer cover band LEZ ZEPPELIN. These girls know how to rock that whole Plant and Page thing like nobody's business. And there's actually a shot in deepest hell you'll get a ticket without having to do a shark. Just saying.
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December 06, 2007
Pass the (Sam) Beam
Iron & Wine will be playing the Paramount in downtown D-town on Saturday night. Tickets available here.
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October 06, 2007
Choose Your Own Arcade Fire Video
Click around in here.
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September 17, 2007
Digging on this Tilly and the Wall Business
Check out these lovely lyrics (set to music, even better):
"Bessa" (from the album Wild Like Children)
Morning came and I tried not to notice
It was time for you to move along
The minutes fell like petals all around us
Like a goodbye kiss when goodbye felt so wrong
So you better get going
You better move along now
You better run off then and make yourself scarce
These few days I have decided to be lazy
They don't move or seem to end at all
And my heart it is close enough to breaking
That it hurts just listening to your song
It's been a while now since you left
And I can't seem to shake this lonely mood
When the time comes I'll try my best not to tell you
"Please don't leave again"
Since it's all I have I want to go to sleep
And dream of you and me just off the coast
On a holiday so long and warm and lucky
Always wake up in my bedroom all alone
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September 16, 2007
Maestro, Muzica!
Ahhhhhhh, two days at Red Rocks, couple three four Coors Lights and about 20 bands later and here I am: fresh as a squirmy, hairless rat baby.
For those in the interested sector, here's the goss:
UPDATE FOR STEPHEN: I also saw Cake. Or, if I was writing that properly, I saw Cake also. They were fine, fun and jammy but all their songs sound the same. Besides, the real action was behind me, where Eric - innocently and supinely minding his business on the ground - was being macked on by some super-rando, as well as in front of me where a lady I nicknamed BOOBDRESS was rockin' out the jams. BOOBDRESS. BOOBDRESS. BOOBDRESS.
1. The Decemberists SUUUUUUUUUUCK in concert. Brutal. Like watching someone from your church vaguely try to emulate rock starship. OMG. Really bad.
2. Clap Your Hands - love 'em still, but not the world's best performance. Regardless, and as stated earlier in this bullet, I love 'em still.
3. Brian Jonestown Massacre - played the second day; the lead singer had a total spaz during their ENDLESS sound check (apparently, being a dick is what he's known for)*, yelled at the audience and then announced that 25 bands had had their gear stolen and they were all playing on borrowed stuff. Angela eavesdropped on some vague confirmation of this in the bathroom, but still am looking forward to seeing if the details make any of the music blogs.
4. White Rabbits - best band I'd never heard of. Excellent energy + cute boys from New York dressed up like prep schoolers = my heart doing the pitter pat.
5. Spoon - solid, as expected. Good craic.
6. Flaming Lips - kind of extraordinary. Huge and impressive stage set - including an endless amount of huge green balloons dropped down on the audience from above (er, below) - and awesome "bedside manner" c/o the lead singer. He won me over when he noted that every band worth anything played in the Denver/Boulder areas now, and that we were the "luckiest motherfuckers" because of it. Given that I saw Rilo Kiley in town last week, and am going to Arcade Fire tomorrow - he just might be right.
*[From Wiki on lead singer of BJM, Anton Newcombe: He is known for his somewhat volatile personality. At the Viper Room show in 1996, he became involved in a fist-fight on stage with his own band. As several music industry representatives were in attendance, many people feel this incident resulted in him not being signed to a major label (in this case, Elektra Records). In an incident made famous in the 2004 Ondi Timoner documentary DiG!, he kicked a scornful audience member in the head, resulting in his arrest for assault. (Newcombe himself is critical of the film DiG!, calling it "a series of punch-ups and mishaps taken out of context, and at worst, bald-faced lies and misrepresentation of fact.") He is quite frank with his opinions on other musicians. During Lollapalooza 2005, he mocked and insulted Chris Carrabba of Dashboard Confessional, whom he called "The poster child for legalized abortion". In a statement to Entertainment Weekly, he dismissed the legacy of Eric Clapton in rock music, and referred to 1991 incident where Clapton's 4-year old son fell to his death: "People talk about Eric Clapton. What has he ever done except throw his baby off a fucking ledge and write a song about it?"]
Wait a minute, now I actually like the guy.
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September 11, 2007
Mmmm, Love That Kiley
Rilo Kiley. Tonight at the Ogden. 8:30.
I'll be the one with drool on my bib.
You be the one buying me nachos.
(NBENZ - that's Blake Sennett of The Elected playing the groom in the vid - aka her real life ex and co-member of the RK. Ah, the pungency.)
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August 23, 2007
Whole Lotta Lez
The Lez Zeppelin show last night was incredible, incredible, incredible. I'm not kidding. Those girls JAMMED. It was one of the best nights of recent memory: hot and sweaty and dancy and unbelievably fun. The hammer of the lez has struck me, and I'm done smitten. Deeeyamn, cuz. Custard Pie? You must be kidding...wow...
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August 21, 2007
Final-Fucking-Ly
(Jack Black on Loving Cup?! Whaaaaa!??????? Oh my.)
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August 09, 2007
The Rush Show: A Story Told in Outbox Text Message
Sent Aug 8, 8:04 p.m.
NEIL FUCKEN PERT
Sent Aug 8, 9:49 p.m.
Dude's on a fucking lute.
Sent: Aug 8, 9:53 p.m.
GEDDY LEE AND I ARE WEARING THE SAME SHOES.
Sent: Aug 8, 10:10 p.m.
I really feel like this kind of stuff (shoes) doesn't happen to other people. SUBDIVISIONS!
Sent: Aug 8, 10:27 p.m.
People are so hammered - there was just a chick puking AND getting arrested - i swear - in the ladies. And the cop was a DUDE.
Sent: Aug 8, 10:33 p.m.
PERT drum solo. 6 coors.
Sent: Aug 8, 10:39 p.m.
Is there anything he CAN'T do? viva la pert
Sent Aug 8, 10:40 p.m.
Were the roasted chickens on stage at Radio City? Just wondering.
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Rush Rush (for the Yayo)
Seriously. I take back, like, 80 percent of the negative things I ever said about Rush. And not just 'cause Geddy Lee and I were wearing the SAME SHOES. Or because there was a woman simultaneously puking and getting arrested in the bathroom stall next to me. Or because we got to ROCK seats in the 13th row. Or because they played for THREE HOURS.
No, there were some other reasons too. Escaping me right at the moment, but there's a nagging memory that they might've begun with Coors and ended with Light.
Ah yes. Rush. They played tight and they played hard but MAN - those lyrics absolutely suck. It's phenomenal. One tune's chorus was, "Some are cursed and some are blessed." Which they sang over the backdrop of pictures of, like, a wilted tree and a flourishing one. And a poor person and a rich one. It was all very moving. I know I came to some realizations midway through that I should renounce all my possessions and move to a commune in Death Valley and stop shaving my pits.
Then the beer lady came back by and I forgot what I was thinking.
Of course, nothing - and I mean nuthin, beer lady - compares to the amaaaaayzzzzing show Rufus put on on Tuesday night. Dude sang "Across the Universe" with Sean Lennon. And dressed up like Liza Minelli to perform an intricate little dance number with all of his band. (Let's just say somersaults were involved.) And rocked out on some old Irish folk tune with NO microphones or amps. And sang two Judy Garland tunes with just a piano accompaniment. All in addition to serving up the audience his usual overwhelming omelette of awesomeness. Man. If he's coming to your town and you have a chance, I couldn't recommend this one enough. I mean, he's no NEIL FUCKEN PERT but, you know, give the boy a chance. For my moola, he's the most innovative - yet classically grounded - artiste recording today. Viva la Rufus!
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August 07, 2007
Shows!
Looking for me tonight? I'll be at the Fillmore, jamming to Rufus Wainwright. This'll be the FOURTH time I've seen the young Rufe and, I tell you - he couldn't give a better live show. So! Psyched! There may still be tickets, in which case I urge you to pounce while the pouncing's good.
Oh and if you're looking for me tomorrow night? I'll be at the Rush show at Red Rocks. 13th row! For realz! Today's Tom Sawyer does get by on me, apparently. Pass the Mad Dog. Seeing as I only know the one song, I'm gonna need a coupla swigs...
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July 29, 2007
The Godfather of Grunge Ponders Sex Jelly
I watched the Jonathan Demme concert documentary on Neil Young last night (bonus five word review: Oh Man! What a treat.) and was again reminded how even though I looooove the Neil and looooove that he keeps innovating and pushing and writing and won't rest on the huge laurelstack (?) he's amassed, still...sometimes his lyrics are sooooo clunky. Man Needs a Maid? Sugar Mountain? BLECH, BARF, ETC.
Thus my non-surprise that he managed to chuck the line, "I'll always remember something Chris Rock said," into a song on the song No Wonder from Prairie Wind. The full stanza is:.
Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind
I’m hearing Willie singing on the radio again
That song from 9/11 keeps ringing in my head
I’ll always remember something Chris Rock said
So. I was thinking about it, and wondering if I could sleuth the reference out - and behold! Success! It came to me in the middle of the night. Of course! He's remembering the same thing I'll ALWAYS REMEMBER that Chris Rock said: Ladies should never bust out an old, crusty, half-used tube of K-Y with a new boyfriend. They should BUY A NEW TUBE. (I'm paraphrasing.)
Hmmmmm! Clearly Neil is a considerate lover - and expects the same consideration in return. I understand, sure. But seriously, guys. Do you think we're made of MONEY here? Shit gets expensive. Plus that's some needless waste right there. Thought you were all "Earth First! Buy a Prius! Wheee! Al Gore!" and stuff. What gives?
These mixed messages confuse me.
Maybe we should spend some time apart.
But before you go...how are you with electrical rewiring? I've got these fixtures, see...
Talk about "that song from 9/11"...eerie.
Neil Young concert at Jones Beach, 2000.
Greg, our friend who died in the World Trade Center the following year, is the redhead with his arm up. He loved the Neil to the point it was mentioned in his NY Times write-up. His sister, Jeanne, who's quoted in the piece, is the dark-haired girl standing next to him.
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July 26, 2007
Jay-Z.xls
"You're crazy for this one, Rick!"
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Jay-Z.ppt
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July 11, 2007
Misheard Lyrics - Yellow Ledbetter by Pearl Jam
Pretty awesome. Make me fries.
(curtsy Elliooootttt)
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July 10, 2007
Dad, This One's for You
(just 'cause I know you'll love it.)
(this one too)
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July 02, 2007
Life Lessons From Gangsta Rap
On this Monday morning, I invite you all to join with me in celebrating the spirit and forbearance of Dr. Dre, Ph.D. As a rule, I try to channel his attitude, strength and joie de vivre during each and every one of my daily ablutions, and that's not just the chron talkin'.
Here's the Doctor's first lesson in rectitude:
When I see you I'm-a step on you and not even know it
You midget
Carry on.
But remember...they're ALL midgets. All of them.
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July 01, 2007
Taking a Cue From Dromomaniac...
Sometimes the lyrics just sum it all up. 'specially when them lyrics are Bowie's.
You always were the one that knew
They sold us for the likes of you
I always wanted new surroundings
A room to rent while the lizards lay crying in the heat
Trying to remember who to meet
I would take a foxy kind of stand
While tens of thousands found me in demand
When you rock 'n' roll with me
No one else I'd rather be
Nobody here can do it for me
I'm in tears again
When you rock 'n' roll with me
Gentle hearts are counted down
The queue is out of sight and out of sounds
Me, I'm out of breath, but not quite doubting
I've found a door which lets me out!
When you rock 'n' roll with me
No one else I'd rather be
Nobody down here can do it for me
I'm in tears again
When you rock 'n' roll with me
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June 29, 2007
Immodest Modesty
All right. One more post before I kick myself offa the computer and go get my fun on, but check out this crazy crazy crazy stop-motion animation Modest Mouse video:
The Wooster Collective site has an explanation from the director that says:
"Myself and a couple have friends have entered the above into the Modest Mouse video competition. Using green screen footage provided by the band we cut a simple music video. We then degraded the images and printed out each frame sequentially. (all 4133 of them) We then nailed each "shot" of 50-100 posters to various structures and posts. Then using a digital SLR camera with a long exposure we frame by frame shot each poster. Oh, and theres a little video projection (again, frame by frame on the SLR) just to mix it up. There is no compositing, no shortcuts, just lots of blood, sweat and tears, and a huge Kinkos bill!".... Max
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May 31, 2007
Explain to Me This...
How is it that I can be Rufus Wainwright's number one fan, a member of his mailing list, a friend to his MySpace account and an ambassadorina to all things RUFE - having seen him live THREE times and turned countless friends on to him and so forth - and STILL I have to hear he's coming to town from the Garth? Rufus, why do you forsake me soooo? I even have the McGarrigle Christmas Hour CD.
Dedicated? That's ME, Rufus! ME!
Regardless of this latest snub, thank God for the G and his apparent "in" at Ticketmaster. He sent me this e-mail this afternoon: In other news, did you know that Rufus is coming to the Fillmore on August 7th? Tickets are $40 through ticket-biatch... and I broke all land-speed records to get home and nab two. Seriously, I almost coldcocked some dipstick in a white Taurus who was going SEVEN on Cherry St. Or something equally dissatisfying.
"Out of the way, oldtimer...I've got MUSIC to HEAR!!"
Anys and of courses, to all of you who'll be mile higgety come August 7th, I command you to buy yourself tickets. Now.
Best. Live. Show. Ever.
To the rest? Go check out his new LP. Loving it, as I do all the rest. I won't forsake that boy...no matter how many times he tries to shake me. I'm on him like gay on blade.
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February 21, 2007
Pale Blue Eyes
Pale Blue Eyes by the Velvet Underground just came on the shuffle. My first boyfriend used to sing this to me.
Thought of you as my mountaintop, thought of you as my peak
Thought of you as everything I've had but couldn't keep,
I've had but couldn't keep.
I love this song. It makes me 14 again.
Down for you is up,
Down for you is up...
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January 26, 2007
New Band I'm Jiving On...
Ratatat - out of Brooklyn. Check out their MySpace perfile here and get jamming with the synth.
SweetNBene, Eric, they're coming to the Bluebird March 23...which is a mere three days after the TV on the Radio show, but I think you can rally.
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January 04, 2007
Concerto
Upcoming D-town (and surrounding environs) shows update care of the man I like to call "Brownies":
1.23 – Album Leaf – Larimer
1.26 - Ron Sexsmith - Trilogy (added this after reading Sweet and Bitter, but I know very little about him)*
1.31 – Dr. Octagon - Boulder
2.8 – Camera Obscura – Bluebird
2.9 – Born in the Flood, Photo Atlas - Gothic*
2.17 – Sparklehorse - Gothic
2.17 – Roots – Fillmore
3.2 – Cold War Kids – Hi Dive*
3.6 – Snow Patrol, Ok Go, Silversun Pickups – Fillmore*
3.18 – Badly Drawn Boy - Fox
3.20 – TV on the Radio – Ogden (already bought tix)*
4.16 – Xiu Xiu, Sunset Rubdown – Hi Dive
4.24 – Aqueduct – Hi Dive
(*asterices* indicate shows I'll prolly be at, prolly in my red pants. Holla.)
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January 03, 2007
Beats Binge
Albums just bought by me, Bree, on I-tunes:
Cold War Kids - Robbers & Criminals
M. Ward - Post-war (that one's for you, Evie darlin')
Deerhoof - The Runners Four
Cat Power - The Greatest
The Magic Numbers - The Magic Numbers
Song just bought by me, Bree, on I-tunes:
Shakira - Hips Don't Lie
(shove it.)
Show currently being contemplated re: attendance by me, Bree:
Ron Sexsmith at Trilogy Lounge in Boulder, Jan 26. The only tune I know by him, "Gold in Them Hills" is one of the all-time faves. In fact, I think it's time to go download his latest and figure this one like the gumshoe I long to be.
UPDATE: I just bought his 2004 album Retriever, as I-tunes is woefully out of I-date on the Sexsmith shizz. And between me, you and the google.com, that's not the first time I've thought that.
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December 24, 2006
Thin White Bing
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October 29, 2006
Breaking: Ice T to Drop New Album, World Agog at Creativity of Title Choice
Ice T is about to release a new CD. The CD is called GANGSTA RAP.
This startling development begs the question that's been hounding me for decades: How Repo Man can one get and still be street?
Mmmm, nothing satisfies like a big ole can o' food...
Apparently, when you are wed to the lovely Coco T and her ridiculous plastic ass cheeks, the answer is: quite a bit Repo Man. I'm thinking 80-percent, but am open to discussion.
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October 26, 2006
It's Days Like This That Were Made for Leonard Cohen
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
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October 22, 2006
Feel Like Getting Stoned? Legalize This One...
Peter Tosh and Micky Micks singing "Don't Look Back" circa 1978. Guessing there was marijuana somewhere on the premises. Also guessing Toshie's wearing platforms...or Mick is actually a mere wisp of a man. Regardless, skillz and size don't always go hand in hand. Except of course when you're talking about Tommy Lee. Home sweet...well HELLO THERE...
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October 02, 2006
Dayliner, Baby Dayliner
The one and only Baby D will be busting hearts and bleeding nipples in the Mile High this Tuesday night. The show will be at The Giraffes' favored venue, The Larimer Lounge, and will surely feature such attributes as "kick ass" and "super fun." Tickets are available for a paltry $8 here. 'Spect to see you out in homage to New York's native son.
Not like I've ever led you astray in the past, but - for all you doubters - here's the boy's MySpace linkage. (Download 'em all!)
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September 28, 2006
Just 'Cause
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September 25, 2006
Jack White TLF TLA...(at least until someone better shows up)
I'm having a brief reunion fling with the song, "The Boy That You've Always Known" by the White Stripes. It's replaced last week's erotic affair de couer with "If I Ever Feel Better" by Phoenix, but no promises on any sort of LTR here. It takes a lot (read: Keith Richards, Jenny Lewis, David Coverdale) to get me to that stage. And I'm just not sure I'm ready.
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September 21, 2006
Breaking: Denver Fans Denied "The Dink"
Humperdinck's Denver Date Delayed
Engelbert Humperdinck's Denver concert on September 30 has been postponed.
Today, promoter Live Nation announced the change.
Humperdinck, best known for hits such as "Release Me" and "After the Lovin'," was scheduled to perform on Saturday, Sept. 30 at the Paramount Theatre.
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September 05, 2006
Today Was a Good Day
One by Metallica just came on my Ipod shuffle. Considering my shuffle is administered by a middle-aged man of indeterminate sexual preference with a soft spot for Elvis Costello, the Kinks, Maria Callas and live Sinead O'Connor, this is sweet providence indeed.
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August 23, 2006
Breaking: Songs About Narcotics Not Just Artistic Interpretation
Oh noooooooooooo. 
The lead singer of one of my all-time favorite bands, The Darkness, has gone into rehab.
Sure, hindsight is always 20-20, but looking back over the lyrics - I feel like we should've known something was cooking:
My mamma wants to know
Where I'm spending all my dough
Honey, all she does is nag, nag, nag
But I won't apologise
I'd inject into my eyes
If there was nowhere else to stick my skag
All I want is brown
And I'm going into town
Shooting up as soon as I'm back
My friends have got some good shit
All I want is some of it
Gimme, gimme, gimme that smack
Well I've ruined nearly all of my veins
Sticking that fucking shit into my arms
How could we have been so blind?
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Tunesday!
It's Wednesday, and that means it's time to drop some knowlege on what CD's have been ripping up my turntable as of late. All right, that's not at all what that means. Especially as I have no turntable. But here are a few that have been making me bust out my spandex-suspender-shorts and get groovin'...
Don't be cruel, Osama. Y'all ain't got nothing on the Bobby.
Without any ado:
In the Reins, Iron & Wine
Silver & Gold, Neil Young
Broken Boy Soldiers, The Raconteurs*
Wolfmother. Wolfmother
Over the Mountain, Across the Valley and Back to the Stars, Jennifer O'Connor
Alright, Still, Lily Allen
Addendum A: You may recognize the first four as CD's I tried to purchase in greater Berkshire County earlier this summer and was fully denied. Oh commerce, someday you'll visit my hometown and you'll like it! I give my solemn oath.
Addendum B: I received an e-mail last night saying, "While this is a slightly (ok more than slightly) alcohol induced, post-show euphoria recommendation, you should check out this band called The Format. Why? Because. Because of the goodness. That's why."
This is a reco from someone whose young life was shaped by two things: Vice and Zep. So while "The Format" is unvetted by yours drooly, I have confidence its the kind of stuff I can get behind. Reco-sent.
Addendum C: Oh and in a special "Aren't I wicked cool?" note, Daniel's brother Ramon just filmed the latest Raconteurs video! !! I haven't worked out the specific details on how this reflects and magnifies my coolness, but I'll post when I do. In the meantime, take a tour of Jack White's house here and watch this awesome White Stripes video here.
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July 06, 2006
Oh and Speaking of Keith Richards...
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June 15, 2006
Giraffes Review from Denver Post
The Giraffes, Eagles of Death Metal
For a day of supposed evil, 6/6/06 felt a bit anticlimactic. No awe-inspiring explosions, no random fistfights, no satanic sacrifices. Just a couple of semi-ironic indie-metal bands playing to a sold-out crowd at the Bluebird Theater.With desperate, ticket-seeking fans milling around the front of the venue, the air of privilege hung in the interior air. The Giraffes opened with an explosive set of ear-tickling anthems, at once bluesy, grungy and melodic. The Brooklyn-based mayhem enthusiasts are perhaps the only remaining band that's truly dangerous onstage, jumping into the audience, pouring entire bottles of whiskey onto their fans and generally enjoying their roles as rock figureheads.
Eagles of Death Metal played next, their sunglasses-clad lead singer unable to stop telling the audience how "awesome" and full of "hot chicks" it was. The pseudo-supergroup was diminished by the absence of drummer Josh Homme, whose regular gig in Queens of the Stone Age is a big factor in the Eagles' popularity.
The thinnest layer of irony separated the band's fans from an impromptu NASCAR rally, and that's certainly not good for the music. After The Giraffes, the Eagles' straight-up classic rock facsimiles were a middling disappointment. Too bad they couldn't take a lesson in rock from their boozy, able-bodied openers.
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June 09, 2006
24 Hour Party Pants
Here's Arcade Fire covering New Order's Age of Consent. Go nuts.
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June 05, 2006
Magic That I Can't Fight
Not to beat a dead horse, or - if I must - to do so charmingly and with great wit, but in noticing that the Silent Places video has been posted on You Tube...(ahem - NB my shoulder in this screenshot. One word: fabulamous.):
I also realized there is a pretty great video of Ethan performing "The Way You Look Tonight":
Ah.
So.
Good.
Of course, nothing compares to his performance at Heather and Tan's wedding but they can't ALL be nipple bleeders, can they now?
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June 03, 2006
Yay Yay Yays!
The new Baby Dayliner video is done-zo and looking beyond fabulous. 1,001 kudos and huge compliments and mad proud smiles to Daniel and Ethan both. YAYAYYAYAY!
Brooklyn boys done awesome-styles. So psyched.
CLICK HERE and then just click on Ethan's swirly head to experience the majesty, firsthand-like.
And definitely check ME out in the first few seconds - over to the left - all sorts of surly and disenchanted. ME ME ME ME ME ME ME! I also have a couple of spastic dance sequences sprinkled throughout. Again - all eyes on ME.
Love it, Daniel.
Love.
It.
Congratulations on this enormous achievement.
And P.S. for all you Entourage fans - yes, that is Adrian Grenier.
And for all you Giraffes fans - yes, that is Damien Paris.
And for all you Gloria Vanderbilt Jeans fans - yes, that is Karen Meehan.
Carry on.
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May 23, 2006
6/6/6: The Day of Rockoning
Looks like Brooklyn's own - The Giraffes - will be playing The Bluebird on Beezlebub's big day and I, for one, certainly can't think of a better way by which to celebrate my everlasting affection and respect for The Dark Lord. I would make a Damien/The Omen crack here, but...well...I never saw The Omen.
And I strive for truth.
Here's their video:
Here's their Web site.
Here's their MySpace page.
Here's 35 millimeters of their live show:
And last but best, here's what Penthouse had to say:
“(The Giraffes) songs are tinged with chaos and violence…and you can’t out-punk their live show.”
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May 13, 2006
Book Larnin', Music Listnin'
Recent media purchases - for all of you keeping track and seeking some inspiration:
Hardest Way to Make an Easy Living, The Streets
We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions, Bruce Springsteen
Complete Recordings, Robert Johnson
Cru, Seu Jorge (Special propers to 12 Gauge Phear for snagging Mr. Jorge as a client - and for rockin' his recent show all VIP stylez with the likes of Bill Murray. I envy.)
Vertically Challenged, Lady Sovereign (Opening for The Streets on his U.S. tour.)
Entertainment!, Gang of Four
Frommers Argentina & Chile 3RD Edition, Michael Luongo
Argentina (Insight Guide Argentina), Hum Henndessy
Wine for Dummies, Piero Antinori
Sea Creatures CD-ROM and Book, Albertus Seba (On order. Wah.)
Enoteca: Simple, Delicious Recipes in the Italian Wine Bar Tradition, Joyce Eserky Goldstein
Look! Even Sir Scientology is excited by all these finds!
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Gotta Admit...
This Gnarls Barkley business is rubbing me in all the right places.
Does that make me craaazy?
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April 23, 2006
MyRejection.com
You know you've hit an all-time low when Mikey Skinner won't be your MySpace friend. And, to pour a bucketful of Morton's in the gaping chasm of pain and sorrow that is my heart, it's not that he's ultra-exclusive with his MyFriendship. Ask any one of the 24,000 people he's added.
Just not me.
I'm not talking top eight here, bro! Remember who put you on the map back at the Warsaw!
Gah!
'So let's put on our classics
And we'll ave a little dance, shall we?
I guess that's a no. Make mine a Kronenburg, weep, NEVER AGAIN! Well...except for June 14th in Boulder. But it'll be under protest.
And trust me, we'll have words. Oi, oi, oi, this is totally pear-shaped.
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April 12, 2006
Diamond Nights = Solid Gold Times
As for who rocks it the hardest, the answer's clear.
The Diamond Nights/Living Things show last night in Boulder was pretty spectacular. At least parts of it. One being that there were only about 60 people there. Which meant there was dead silence between songs of the opening act. Meaning that Eric's crinkly sandwich wrapper sent the clear and unmistakable message to the band that: "Yes. You heard right. I am eating my dinner during your set. Because it's hard to rock when I'm feeling peckish. Carry on."
Remember when Tom Hanks says, "There's no crying in baseball!" in A League of Their Own? Oh sure you do. Well, I kept hearing his nasally incredulous (NB: not magically delicious... nasally incredulous.) voice saying, "There's no sandwiches in rock shows." But you know. I got Eric's back. Respeck. Can I have a bite?
More after the JUUMP...
When the DN took the stage, let's just say - for Heather's sake - that the lust stands. He's not perfect, but he's ours. And he was funny. Very, very funny. I mean this is a man who rhymes Kandahar with dance floor. Genius is perhaps an understatement. Perhaps. The best quote of the evening? After he mentioned taking a bong hit and the Boulder crowd (predictably) went ape, he said: "You people are monkeys...marijuana?!" Heelaire. He also sported Kung Fu sneakers and drank Bud. I can get behind that.
Anyway, the band rocked it. They are excellent. Their next album is going to be massively huge. As an added bonus, their drummer bore a disturbing resemblance to a guy I once dated - as in, I was kind of thinking it might be him. In which case, I'm not ashamed to admit, I totally would've gotten back in touch. (Then again, this is the same guy who I ran into on New Year's Day and didn't recognize for an awkwardly long time so...I wouldn't take my word for it.)
After their set, the next band - Living Things - came on. Wow. What a bunch of effete weirdos. As far as Mick Jagger goes, the lead singer went past homage into total impersonation. It was disturbing. Made all the more so by his turquoise-colored, skin-tight pant and vest ensemble and coral frilly tuxedo shirt. And his frail, Lindsay Lohan-esque physique. Which, in turn, was made ALL the more disturbing when he encouraged the crowd to "flash the peace sign" and "pray for the soldiers in Iraq" as he does "every night."
Uh huh.
Bold words for Boulder, dude!
But the best part, the most priceless part, the part that sprinkled sunshine over the whole evening, was when he took his shirt off, and pulled a totally nutso, equally shirtless, middle-aged black dude (who had been his own private dancer front and center and totally off-beat for the entire show) onto stage - hugged their naked chests together - and then said, "If you ask me...we're all racist."
Bear in mind, this audience member was the only non-white person at the show.
Oh awesome.
We left shortly thereafter. And though the Diamond Hots were out in the lobby, and I felt like I could've all had "super-cred" by casually mentioning my connection to their one-time opener The Giraffes, alas. I was sober. And they were surrounded by short little Boulderites in "funky" glasses, tight pants and white jazz shoes. Hmm. We sailed through.
Long entry short? Buy the album "Popsicle." Listen to tracks 2, 3, 6 and 9. A lot. At loud volumes. While lost in Denver. And you'll have my last few weeks in a nutshell. Mmm, popsicle in a nutshell. Still hungry, Eric?
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April 11, 2006
Cut, Clarity, Color and Colorado!
Oh kids. The show I've been waiting for is fast approaching. Diamond Nights, the band that's second only to The Darkness in rockin' my car stereo of late, is in Boulder.
Tonight.
And I be going.
But, alas, even all this excitement can't hide that this evening promises to be - as one might expect - both sweet and bitter. For my dear friend Heather and I are each consumed totally by our love and lust for the lead singer; our Diamond Knight...if you will. And to keep this passion alive, we have both - without collusion or any sort of discussion on the matter - avoided ever seeing a picture of him. This is why Heather and I are so close.
We're freaks.
But now there's going to be a schism between us. For I will know the truth - a truth she's already made clear I can't ever divulge. And even though I confided in her my greatest fear - that he looks like the lead singer of the Scorpions - she has held firm that even THAT mental shitstorm is better than the reality I will discover tonight.
So. There you have it. Instead of posting a picture of my future husband ("Rock me like a hurricane?! Rock YOU like a hurricane!"), I'm posting a picture of the shirt I'm going to wear. Which is kind of OK. Because I'm totally in love with this shirt too.
And it's not balding.
Or short.
Or east German.
Wait...you mean to tell me I'm the only one who takes pictures of my clothes?
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April 06, 2006
Tunesday is the New Thursday
Heee. Hilarity courtesy of (trans: stolen from) Natalie Dee, painter of the coveted hot dog eat hot dog portrait.
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Ever the Diplomat(h)
Radiohead Call Music Industry 'Retards'
Radiohead's Thom Yorke calls the music industry "a bunch of fucking retards" in this week's issue of NME. The singer has launched a scathing attack on record companies and radio stations as he believes they are only just now looking at the Internet for new talent.
Speaking about Arctic Monkeys' rise to fame, Yorke said: "A good thing for new music would be more of the mainstream loosening up a bit and letting stuff through. Radio 1 won't play anything fucking decent. You need to sort the radio out."
He added: "The fact that poor Arctic Monkeys are getting so much attention is purely based on the fact that the mainstream music business is such a bunch of fucking retards as far as I'm concerned."
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February 24, 2006
"Tico...Gimme Some Beats!"
And thus it was. Man.
Do the words second row mean anything to you? Because, by God, that was the vantage point last night from whence we enjoyed:
1. Jon Bon Jovi, in his full-on blaze of glory, wirey-haired awesomeness moving through the crowd to stop 10 seats away from us and croon "Bed of Roses."
In tribute, I spent last night on a bed of nails.
Which is totally why I'm up so early.
2. Richie Samborra (left), looking like some out of shape, homely, middle-aged woman from Boca (left). If that woman wore a crushed velvet blazer, leather cowboy hat and a shirt that said "I'd fcuk me." Which, come to think of it, she might. You can take the boy outta Jersey, but that slick Paramus-style ain't goin' nowhere.
3. A crowd in full throes of Jovi lust, except of course for the silent, immobile Blackberry nerds next to us including, naturally, one guy Marie encouraged me to "settle down with." I tried to be a sport, but there is just no way in hell I'm marrying a guy who eats doughnuts at a rock concert. No fcuking thanks. Besides, my bed of nails is strictly reserved for Long Jon.
THANK YOU KENNY WEAGLY, distinguished host of VH1's Command the Band, Bon Jovi Contest for the awesome ticket hook-up. When you breathe, I wanna be the air for you. It's true.
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February 19, 2006
I Ain't Saying She's a Time Waster...
You know, it's funny, but ever since I quit my job, abandoned my career and moved cross-country to escape all sense of reality and responsibility, time has been...how shall I put this...underwhelming. And my last, tenuous connection to this world of "deadlines" and "appointments," this world of "salary" and "health insurance," was irrevocably destroyed when I left my watch at the gym the other day. Who knows which day it was - they all blend together, after all.
That said, here's something even I can't be compelled to fully explore. Someone posted the top 50 videos of 2005. Now there's a happy President's Day for you!
Aside from the fact that that super-creepy and utterly disturbing Aphex Twin (bleh.) video is #1, I'm sure the collected assortment has some value. At least to those of you in production. As well as those of you in prison.
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February 17, 2006
7 Days Til Madness
I realize today is not, indeed, Tunedsday (more's the pity!), but had to relay that I got the Bon Jovi confirmation (heretofor known as "Bonfirmation"), and it looks like Marie and I will be jamming to the sassiness that is Tico Torres from...gulp...the second row! This means that my plan of hitting up the classiness that is the Aurora, Colorado mall to procure tight black t-shirts that say "Jersey Girl" across them in red fuzzy letters is a GO!, people.
The t-shirt point may be moot, however, as I think I've almost got Marie convinced to co-flash Richie. My whole policy of never drawing first, but drawing first blood apparently does not cover bosoms. Just so we're clear here.
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February 15, 2006
Showtime at the Apollo Ohno
The show last night was loads of amusement. The Elected, Blake Sennett's side band from Rilo Kiley, opened for Stars and pretty much blew them away. If you get a chance to see this tour, I would go for it. That little mustachioed Blake-person has the pipes of a bullhorned Dusty Springfield. (And if I don't get the number one Google listing for "bullhorned Dusty Springfield," skulls will be crushed like month-old Corn Pops. You read right.)
In any event, it cracks me up that I gave my Dad The Elected's CD for his birthday without ever hearing them. Hmm. Interesting choice on my part, and surely one we'll all enjoy during Thanksgiving dinner this year. I wonder if there is as much screaming on the recorded tracks as there is in the live show. "I said, 'PASS THE YAMS!' The YAMS!!!"
Moving forward: Stars was pretty good too. The lead singer looked like a hip Andy Dick, which didn't really help matters, but the other singer/guitarist was this cool chick who had a beautiful voice, so whenever she sang (like on a cover of "Hungry Hearts"), it was a pleasure to belisten. Marie also pegged that this woman was definitely sleeping with the other guitar player, so it was also amusing to watch that dynamic. And to imagine them in bed together. Talking about Les Paul. And Eddie Van Halen.
Aside from speculating on forbidden romance, the best part of the night was remembering the last time I was at that venue, oh in the fall of '94, when I celebrated my 3-hour stint as a jam band fan by seeing a little show by a little group called the Dave Matthews Band? DMB? Maybe you've heard of them?
Winter's cold, spring erases? And the calm away by the storm is chasen? Right?
Ah yes, like a true hippie, I drank out of Dave's water bottle with little to no regard for Herpes simplex. And then went and shot horse with him in the tour bus.
It was magic, brah. Pure and simple.
UPDATE: I just realized Stars is a Williamsburg band. Which means there's a distinct possibility I'll find myself staring a hip Dick down over margaritas at Vera Cruz at some point in the near future. And no, it won't be the first time. Weep.
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