SASSY

Sassy! magazine used to have a feature called "cute band alert" that has since entered into a sort of popculture lexicon and reference point for people who grew up with the magazine.

This blog is often a smorgesbourg (sp?) of cute band alerts.

My friend Jesse is in a band called Americana and on a road trip a few months ago (taken for reasons that make me cry) I met his band's new bassist Kurt. The most notable thing about Kurt was that he was possibly one of the cutest boys I'd ever met in person. From what I can remember, he was also about 19 years old and had extensive knowledge about bands like Suicide.

So when I saw his pretty face poppingn up in blog ads all around the interweb, my little sixteen year old heart went aflutter and I decided to pay a visit to Defunker, where i was blessed with more cute photos. I guess they're selling t-shirts over there, but i'm broke as fuck, so that didn't matter. What did matter was the following:

FUCK YEAH!

Brandon from Nightmare of You came over to talk about the single I'm putting out of theirs in July and he played me a new song he wrote and I told him I would burn all his Smiths CDs if he didn't record it for the single. It's like 2 minutes long, but totally genius. I begged him to record it on a shitty tape deck or into my voice mail, to save on costs, and also, it'll give it a more sincere feel, like when he sat in my room on my guitar singing it to me and my roommate. It was something along the lines of the Libertines meets the Smiths in terms of narrative and vocal tone.

You'll get to see Nightmare of You and other bands I'm putting out on a Stolen Transmission (singles label) at a showcase at rothko on JULY 13. Performing (SO FAR, unless the other bands can make it to NYC) will be: THE SPINTO BAND, THE FIVE O'CLOCK HEROES, and NIGHTMARE OF YOU. Fuck. Wow.

I've been so wrapped up in my book for months and months that I haven't really been able to listen to new bands like I normally do. There are bands coming in and out and I'm missing them until Karen comes over because I refuse to leave my house (unless I'm DJing), and plays it for me on my little makeshift stereo. Patrick Wolf and Death From Above 1979 being prime examples of bands Karen hurled into my life. But I found the Spinto Band first, so i get extra points for that. Anyone who doesn't like the Spinto Band needs to get their soul checked.

Anyway, I'm almost done with this book. More edits. More edits. More edits. I've been getting so wrapped up in it that I have nearly ceased all contact with people. I stopped updating this blog so much. As I said before, I dont leave my house... I am really looking forward to the end of edits. I'm looking forward to going to shows that people invite me to. I'm looking forward to not waking up at 9am to work on my book and then going to bed at 4 or 5am totally exhausted from listening to song after song after song. It's all hard work, but it'll be so worth it. I'm really fucking proud of this book and to be perfectly honest, it's probably not for music aficionados, but for people starting to get into music and looking for where to start with everything. Like someone who is still in high school, or even for people who just want a really comprehensive music library of the essentials. Or even for someone who wants to know about how to start their own DJ night and shit. I'm not trying to sell the book, even thought that's what it's sounding like, i'm just pretty fucking proud of something I produced, which is rare for me.

Karen wrote about the shit we've been up to for the past week with DJing and possible feuds brewing, so go read her site for that stuff.

One thing I'll say is that we're both genuinely shocked by how fun our STOLEN TRANSMISSION party has been. There's no pretention (only slight annoyance from yours truly when people request songs ... it's like a pet peeve for all DJs, not just me, i swear), there's lots of dancing, lots of high spirits and happiness. I mean, how many parties have DJ who keep a bottle of booze at the DJ booth for anyone to take swigs of? We just want people to have a good time and make out and be happy. Fuck! Last week my friend Joe and his girlfriend got engaged not long after my party and while the Tarts of Pleasure cant take responsibility for this wonderful event, we have been asked to DJ their reception. CAN'T. FUCKING. WAIT.

Anyway, the fun continues, but with FREE SPARKS this time and an after party will be in effect for the Single Frame show at Pianos.

DONT FORGET

A RETURN TO FORM

Well done. She's having the fun for the both of us since I was on lockdown basically.

RED BULLSHIT

My roommate Lindsay has a feature on her blog called "Highdeas" which contains ideas she comes up with while stoned.

I decided that on the flipside of drugs, I would do a feature called "Red Bullshit," which will contain ideas I think of while on Red Bull and other uppers (coffee, ritalin, stacker2 mints, etc).

RED BULLSHIT #1:
I would like to hear a duet cover of "What's Love" by Ashanti and Fat Joe done by Ashlee Simpson and Paul Banks of Interpol.

Now, it's 3:45 pm EST. I'm definitely not the only one on a post-lunch upper... so what are some of your "Red Bullshits"?

MY COCO

Tomorrow night, Friday, NY2LON will be taking over the Bowery Ballroom and if you don't already know, stellastarr* will be headlining. This is the first show (not counting the Luna lounge show last friday) that they've played in a long time and they're going to be playing lots of their new songs. Also joining them are The Ordinary Boys whom I caught at SXSW and LOVED. They're something between the Clash and Blur. The Hong Kong are for those who love Blondie and the one song that i heard from Amusment Parks on Fire was total backpack rap.

Buy tickets at TicketWeb

And now, the important information: THE AFTERPARTY

Stolen Transmission (the party) will be hosting the afterparty with The Tarts of Pleasure DJing along with DJs Thought Sniper and Mr. Bombastic. It's open to everyone (NO LISTS!), and this week we're getting more bartenders so everyone can be served over and over again. Last week's party was too much fun. Come and party, get drunk on Manishewitz, dance to the indie dance tunes, meet someone nice. JUST HAVE FUN.


Also, there will be DVD GIVE AWAYS!: THE FLAMING LIPS, THE SEX PISTOLS AND X!

TWENTY FIVE YEARS AGO

May 18, 1980 -- Ian Curtis, unable to deal with the the pressures of fame and life, decides to hang himself. He was the singer of Joy Division and his influence on popular bands of today is louder than ever.

I find it hard to celebrate or mourn the loss of anyone who took their own life in such a selfish way. The man had a wife and a new born baby. Medical issues and depression probably made him feel hopeless, but he wanted to die, I can't mourn that. What I CAN do is celebrate his life, since while he was alive he created some of the most moving music I've ever listened to.

In celebration of his life, I want to announce my next venture -- which is sort of obvious by now...

I'm starting a full on record label called STOLEN TRANSMISSION.

The name was stolen from one of my favorite Joy Division songs called "Transmission"... get it? I stole the name transmission?

Anyway, I'm really excited and looking forward to helping out the bands that I love.

The singles label is still in effect. Expect releases from the following bands in the next couple of months: The Spinto Band, The Five O'Clock Heroes, Saints + Lovers, Nightmare of You, and Ley Royal Scam.

WHEN BOTH OUR JOBS COLLIDE

"Mom! Mom! Guess who's on the cover of SPIN!?"

This is the last issue I contributed to, and I think it's humanly impossible to be more proud of the cover subjects.


[Image stolen from Miss Modern Age's fotune cookie]

I'm not kidding, I started crying tears of joy when I saw them on the cover. I'm really emo at heart.

Um... sort of off topic, but did anyone see Kelly Clarkson's new video? It's got the total feel of MCR's "Helena."

THESE DUETS ARE MADE FOR WALKING

Yesterday, someone reminded me that Primal Scream's "Some Velvet Morning" is a Nancy Sinatra/Lee Hazelwood cover. So I downloaded it and noticed that Lee Hazelwood's voice reminded me of Ian McCollough's voice (later in his career ... not so much during his "Lips Like Sugar" days).

What do you think? You can download it here.

Oh, and the very beginning of the song reminds me of that ballad by the Streets.

PINK IS THE NEW DOG

Oh. My. God. Kelly needs to give me her fucking pink dog before I burst from internally squealing at it's cuteness. PS - I'm not feeling this outfit due to it's lack of boobage. But Kelly, as always, looks fucking hot.

MADISON STRAYS UK TOUR INFO

Madison Strays are going to the UK from May 16th through the 25th. We're releasing our 1st single on May 16th through Good Time Folk, and will be sold at Rough Trade Records, among other places. Their single "Last Train" is also in rotation and played daily on Radio 1, BBC 6, and XFM.

Here are their dates for this tour (all in London).

May 17 The Metro, Oxford Street
May 17 XFM, X-Posure radio show with DJ Claire
Sturgess
May 19 On the Rocks, Shoreditch
May 20 The Barfly, Camden (early show with The Blood
Arm)
May 20 The Barfly, Camden (late show with VHS Or Beta)
May 22 Windmill, Brixton BBQ
May 24 Fandango @ Canaervan Castle, Camden

IMPORTANT

I accidently put the wrong stamp price amount on a huge shipment of Oohlas CDS and found out that a lot, if not most, never reached their final destination -- nor the grounds of Stolen transission since a return address was ALSO missing since I was paranoid that whomever was doing some mean blog would find out where to find me. Now that I know where this person lives, i'm not worried, so return address will return to the packages. Sadly, what this means is that a shit load of Oohlas cds are hanging out at the post office and I'm unable to locate them.

If you ordered a Oohlas CD and never recieved it, please EMAIL ME to let me know so i can promptly send you a new one -- free of charge of course: sarahlewitinn@gmail.com
put in the subject line: MISSING OOHLAS CD

DO NOT POST IN THE COMMENTS SECTION CAUSE I MIGHT MISS IT

I sincerely apologize for this and will try to figure out a way to make it up to everyone. I'm SO SORRY.

MY ATTEMPT AT CREATIVE CRITICISM

It's no secret that I am a huge huge huge fan of Fuse. It's a music channel the way MTV used to be which focused more on sort of "alternative" type bands, and bands with more substance than fluff. Every week I Tivo the show called "The Dive" hoping to be exposed to new bands, and each week, I'm usually, without fail, exposed to the same bands I was previously exposed to the week before, and the week before that, and the week before that. The bands usually include:
Death Cab for Cutie
Ted Leo
Action Action
The Postal Service
Rilo Kiley

Now, I know that there's probably a reason behind this and it's probably that this program hopes to make stars by repitition. Or maybe the programmer of this show really likes Ben Gibbard's voice, like the rest of us. I appreciate what they're going for. But when you've got 30 minutes to make your statement, is it really worth it to repeat yourself? Perhaps Fuse should give this show a bigger timeslot that will allow it to better establish it's MO. I for one, would like to see more variety in the programming. You mean to tellme that those five bands are the only bands in the "indie rock scene"?

MTV2, on the other hand, has the hour long "Subterrarean" program which never fails me. Each week they have new videos from new bands and are exposing me to things I normally wouldn't have thought of giving time to for whatever reason. They also play videos I didn't know existed and have been totally on top of their game when it comes to exposing it's viewers to the "indie rock scene."

In conclusion: Fuse seems to be a music TV station that prides itself on taking chances. I would like to see "The Dive" take more chances with it's video selection.

MORE COWBELL

SNL just ended and holyshit, it was so funny that my new roommate Gurj had to run out of the room cause she was about to piss her pants.

There were two things in particular that had me in hysterics:

1. The skit with the artsy-fartsy Nuni & Nuni & Nuni. Will Farrell's character Nuni had the same hair as my friend Jordan Silver. When he came onto the screen I bursted out in laughs and screams. I couldn't believe the uncanny resemblance:

This is Jordan



This is Will Farrell playing Nuni.

2. While watching the Queens of the Stone Age's performance, Gurj and I were discussing how Josh Homme is a very cute redhead when all of a sudden on the screen pops up Will's "More Cowbell" character. This is when I had to cross my legs so I wouldn't piss. I'm not sure there's been an all around funnier SNL ever. It was like watching the Best of Will Farrell DVD but with new versions of my favorite skits. This is exactly what should've been done, and I'm glad that the fine folks at SNL recognized this.

This is Will Farrell giving up more cowbell.

Finally, The Tarts of Pleasure will be joining forces with the two girls who inpsired us to be a duo in the first place, The Queen of Noize (check out their photos, these girls are absolutely gorgeous), for a night of debauched entertainment. Not only will the two duos be DJing, but also joining us will be DJ WizKid Ryan Gentles as well as performances by The Witnesses, Johnny Lives! and some very special surprise band. Your guess as to who that band will be is as good as mine... NME and MTV2UK will be on hand, and apparently, whomever dresses like a pirate will get a drink ticket.

You can see the flyer RIGHT HERE

and CLICK HERE to hear the Queens of Noize's song "Indie Boys (Don't Deserve It)".

You can rest assured that there probably wont ever be a Tarts of Pleasure single since neither one of us can actually sing. But if we did record something, I'd want it to rip off Primal Scream's "Some Velvet Morning (featuring Kate Moss)" completely. Protools, here we come!

EVERYBODY WALK THE DINOSAUR



It's been a while since I've checked out the science section of Yahoo! and to my luck, when I finally did, I found out about a new dinosaur exhbit at the American Museum of Natural History in New York. The exhibit called Dinosaurs: Ancient Fossils, New Discoveries, appears to focus on the new evidence that suggests that some dinos had feathers and wings and were way more birdlike than previously thought. For even the most basic of science nerd wannabes like myself, the knowledge that dinos and birds are closely related is old news, but it appears that this exhibit probably probes deeper inside this, and shows new evidence and theories. My friend Dave (who is in town to perform on monday at Lit as The Lost Weekend -- he sounds a bit like Nick Cave and surprisingly great -- and if you're from LA you might know him as Hardcore Dave from Swingers) and Brian have both already agreed to come with me to the exhibit, and if I can about 10 others it'll be like a reinactment of the class trip I took to the museum as a kiddie. I wonder if the dinosaurs will seem as big -- probably since I grew only about 4 inches since then.

Last night I went to see Army of Me and The Five O'Clock Heroes at Rothko. At first, when AOM were about to get on stage, I turned to Karen with a bit of stress in my voice and asked her "Where is everyone?" The room was a bit more empty than I had expected, but one or two songs into the set I made my way to the front of the room to watch Vintz command the stage like a young Buck(ley). When I turned around I saw a sea of people all staring up. Now, I know this is probably REALLY uncool to say, but when have I ever cared about being cool?, but there's something about AOM that reminds me of Maroon5. I don't know if it's Vintz voice or maybe the way that I'm sometimes psychic about shit (I shit you not, I am actually pretty psychic about many things - less so now than before - but I can see into the future and how things will be in like 2 years ... which would explain why i knew that the killers, interpol, franz, and my chemical romance would be huge)... anyway, i'm psychic about shit sometimes, and I look at AOM and I'm like, "fuck, in 8-12 months there will be little girls cooing in the audience with the hollister gear singing "i'm going through changes!" which to them will be about puberty.

The Five O'Clock Heroes are just getting more and more amazing with every show. They'll be opening up for the Bravery on monday, so if you're going to that show, make sure you arrive early enough to catch them. Audrey came up to me after their set and was totally delighted by how good they were saying "They're such stars!" or something to that effect, and I have to agree. For one thing, the boys obviously love each other, and you can sense that brotherhood on stage. Not that that matters at all, but there's something about that sort of fraternizing that pulls you in while you're watching. As if they're love for each other is infectious and if you're having a shitty day and see it, suddenly you sort of feel like someone you dont know could love you too. Then there's obviously the songs. As I venture out into this new chapter of my life where I'm starting a label, I'm becoming more and more aware of the ability for a band to write a good song. Now, there are bands that are fucking amazing and don't necessarily have songs as much as they have pieces of music -- like Sigur Ros or even Interpol and Arcade Fire simply because they break the rules of the basic "verse/chorus/verse/chorus/bridge/chorus/etc," which, if you're those bands, doesn't matter because your music compositions are so moving that giving it that structure would only fuck with what is already perfect -- but then there are bands that don't have songs, and they don't have pieces of music. They could try to go with the structure, but sometimes there's something missing. A lack of catchiness, something that doesn't stick in your heads, too much of nothing... you all probably know what I'm talking about cause you have all probably gone to see your friend's band play and couldn't sing a single song of theirs 5 minutes after the show. Then you also have the bands that are too good at doing that song structure thing that they lose all sense of personality, feeling and emotion in their songs. The compositions become steril in their awareness and everything is lost. The Five O'Clock Heroes -- for as much as I've resisted thinking so because they're my friend's band and I am usually hypercritical of my friend's bands because I fear my love for my friends will over shadow their acutal ability -- write good songs. They write the songs that you remember when you don't even realize you remember them. Quotes from lyrics pop into your head as you're typing IMs. Melodies and beats dictate your steps as you're strolling down the street. A song of theirs pops up on your itunes randomly and you're like "i love this song! who is this?" and you realize it's the Heroes.

I have two friends who front rock bands that you will know the songs of very soon.

In keeping with the the "Where is everyone?" tradition of the night... When Karen and I got to Orchard Bar with Ellen the Model (after stopping at a bakery to pick up a lamb shaped cake with a protruding cigarette for Gurj's birthday), I asked Karen that same question. She reminded me that it was only a bit passed 12 and that the crowd usually comes at around 1am. So, as Jamiroquai would say, there's nothing left for us to do but dance. Which i did 90's flygirl style. Now, I could only imagine that patrons of the bar were texting thier friends saying "Yo, some girl is dancing like all 'In Living Color' up in this piece. get down here!" cause a half hour later the club was packed, people were dancing and have fun. I'm so stoked that our party is fun, cause that's all we want it to be. We want everyone who wants to be there to be there and on the dance floor and sweating and drinking. I even brought a bottle of Manishwitz Conocord Grape Wine (Synoguage style) for everyone to share and drink and be merry. Next week I'll bring a bigger bottle and maybe two flavors. I don't think this wine even gets you drunk as much as it tastes awesome. DELICIOUSLY AWESOME.

THE SONGS THAT MADE YOU CRY AND THE SONGS THAT SAVED YOUR LIFE

First things first:
1. STOLEN TRANSMISSION Friday night will be a fucking amazing party. There are no lists. The only thing you need to get in is an ID saying that you're over 21.
2. It will be an after party for The Five O'Clock Heroes and Army of Me show at Rothko. The bands are playing at 10:30 and 9:30 respectively.
3. It will be Gurj's birthday party.
4. If you are in the OC, the Oohlas and Piebald are playing together at Chain Reaction. check out their poster.

I guess I didn't do the best job in proving my existance (or non-death). I didn't update the blog, i didn't really return emails, I didn't really sign onto AIM, I didn't go out... I just woke up. I just went to bed. I just woke up again and opened my eyes long enough to be tired enough to take a nap. Chronic fatigue, an odd symptom for me. When I was in London, all I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep and watch "Curb Your Enthusiasm." I went to Coachella and managed to have enough energy to stay awake, but when a bed was presented in front of me, nothing could pull me away -- not even the insistant spooning of a drummer whose face I used to stroke on my computer screen years before (scarily proving to myself that I can resist the advances of musicians to the point where I'm slightly off put by them... which is a huge change from how i used to be ... which was fantacizing about having a rockstar boyfriend... no more. i was so paranoid about being precieved as a groupie that the moment a boy tells me that he's in a band, i'm like, ugh... next.) But he was hot, this drummer. Rediculously hot. Any girl that manages to snag him is lucky. He's the vision of beauty and perfection and the epitome of what I wanted the boys i date to look like in 2003. Alas, it's 2005, and I have no idea what my type is anymore. Just no instruments, please.

I imagine that a Coachella update is due. But it seems like it was so long ago that there's nothing that can be said that hasn't already been uttered by every other blogger in the continental usa. Horah! The bands were great! The weather was amazing! I saw God during the arcade fire's set! I took 93 ecstasy pills through out the day (this is a lie) and whoa! I really can't divulge anything different from my experience that wouldn't:
1. seem show-off-y
2. appear to name drop
3. get me in trouble

(there i am on the left with ollie and kris federline) I will say that I danced with my eyes closed during New Order as a little kid of 2 or 3 years old did the same a couple feet away. Kris took a photo and showed it to Ollie Oohlas for a possible cover of their album. I was blown away by Autolux, which surprised me. Ollie had given me their cd a while ago and i was ehhh about it, but after watching them live, I can safely say that I think they're amazing. I thought for the longest time that it was the girl singing all the songs on the album and thought "fuck, the girl sounds like a boy trying to sound like a girl trying to sound like a boy." ... How delighted was i to find out that a dude was singing most of the time. The girl was an amazing drummer though, and sang one song, which I loved. I felt so lucky to be able to spend the entire day with Ollie and Kris. I managed to introduce Kris to everyone as Kris Federline (he's like an uncanny better looking version of him), and I was so excited to introduce Ollie to people as "Ollie from the Oohlas" and see them get excited. Ollie and Kris were the two most perfect people to be with because I love them and we all love the same music, and Kris bank rolled the booze.

the following text will be in white. if you want to read it, highlight the area that you think would include the text. this is so i dont appear to be 1. show-off-y, 2. name drop.

OK, so one of the biggest highlights came as i was watching Bauhaus. I left Karen behind at the Ravonettes' trailer to watch Bauhaus and as I was standing there while Peter Murphy was being lowered down by his ankles a la a bat, I was like "fuck, i wish i wasnt alone watching this and had a friend here with me," when at that moment, NIGEL FUCKING GODRICH and my friend Jill came up to me. Jill is an amazing person who informed me earlier that day (as i lay on the grass with her and Nigel spying on Michael Pitt and Justin Timberlake) that our mutual friend Cedric was gonna have a baby! Anyway, Nigel produced one of the greatest albums in the history of mankind and it's been my fucking desire to meet him for ages. It turns out that he's a huge Bauhaus fan and we totally dorked out together over the show. At every moment i wanted to grab him by the Radiohead sweatshirt he was wearing, shake him, and be like "YOUR PRODUCTION ON THAT ALBUM MADE ME WANT TO BE A BETTER PERSON. IT MADE ME WANT TO GET INTO THIS WHOLE MUSIC BULLSHIT. IT MADE ME REALIZE HOW NEW MUSIC CAN STILL MEAN SOMETHING." I didn't. I just ooohed and aaaahed with him about Bauhaus and told him to check out their side projects of Love and Rockets and Tones on Tail. Apparently those two bands never really did anything overseas.

That night I went home with Karen and Elhaam. We were driven home by Nick Jago, whom is a little jumping bean of fun. We went back to the condo Karen and El were sharing with 39 other people (including the Amazing Peter, the gorgous girl-crush of mine Ali, and Nora) and I passed out. While passed out, I managed to miss the appearance of Carlos, Jenny Pens, Jason Bar-on, and Jesse Camp (?! ollie's neighbor!). Jenny stuck a finger in karen's nose to wake her up. Didn't work. I was sharing a twin bed with Karen and managed to sleep through it too, as did everyone else in the room I think. The next morning Nicola cooked everyone up some pancakes, which I ate, forgetting the Passover situation which plagued my vacation. Imagine my guilt when my mom called me to delightfully remind me that Passover would be over that night. "Right mom... thanks." I recieved that call (my ringtone was kasabian's "club foot"... and I had been talking to them moment earlier... sadly they missed that) just after I spotted shannon sossman at the vip desk in teh vip parking (where karen and i were waiting for gang of four for work reasons). I noticed her wearing a pin on her skirt that resembled Wham! I asked her if it was the band, she said no, and I told her "you'll always be george michael to me." Mind you, i forgot this until karen retold the story to me after i read something i forgot in her blog. My memory is THAT bad. I spent all of sunday in a partiuclar daze. I met up with my buddy Reilly who is in Thrice. Reilly and I know each other from the internet. we used to post on the same message board (the same one i know ollie and kris from ... we're all nerds), and so the four of us had a lovely nerd meeting. Funny place to meet your internerd friends -- in the VIP section of coachella after you've just played a set. nerd climax explosion.


I spent the next day with Jason Productshop, Halified, and Adam Productshop and some new friends (Vicki, Nancy, Collage) at the condo we rented for the weekend. The morning was spent in the pool, floating around aimlessly, swimming around aimlessly, feeling not-selfconcious for the first time in a bikini, cooking up corn on the grill (i'm on the left if you click the link... photo for the Thigh Master), and gulping up frozen margaritas. In the afternoon we decided to go to some random taco shack in the middle of no-where and then to Joshua Tree. Going to Joshua Tree was amazing. It's basically just a desert full of cacti and large boulders. Being clever, we played U2's Joshua Tree album on our way there. Ooooh, we're so clever. I bet we were the FIRST PEOPLE TO EVER DO THAT. Mind you, the photo of the band on that album's cover was taken in Arizona, not Joshua Tree National Park, California. Going there is something I never would've done if left to my own devices (ah, sweet lethargy), so I'm so happy that I was with a group of people that took on the initiative to have an adventure. For this, I'm totally thankful in God, as silly as that sounds. I've been to the pyramids of egypt, the wailing wall in israel, the pyramids in mexico, the eiffle tower in paris... and this desert -- something in my own country, was an experience I'd hold among those. Maybe I'm just being weird.

Interpol's "Not Even Jail" is playing on my stereo right now. Everytime I hear this song i get choked up by it's gorgeousness. Interpol is one of the few bands whose members I'm able to know on two levels: 1. Musician 2. Homies, and still love their music. When I listen to them I'm not like "oh! my buddy is singing/playing guitar/playing bass/playing drums!" I'm more like "oh, wow, i'm so lucky to be alive today so i get to hear such awesome amazing music."

When I got back to NYC on tuesday I went straight to the Continental to see MC Chris's show. He was hilarious and talked about fucking girls in the bellybutton with his small dick. I found out later that DJ John (MC's DJ) had his parent's in the audience. My mom would've had a heart attack and my dad would've climbed on stage during the show to drag me off stage in horror. John's parent's laughed.

After the show I went with Josh to Junior Sanchezzzz's birthday party at Happy Endings. Geo and Greg had just come from the Heeb party and showed me the issue which has a feature called the Heeb 100, which i guess is a bunch of jews that they like. I was among them, and had a photo in there and everything... take that NYPress! As silly as it sounds, i was honored that they chose me when they've got about several million other people to choose. I guess I was so excited that I found the need to drink to celebrate. By the end of the night I was taking swigs from the bottle and possibly yelling at Josh to hook me up with some dude he's friends with so i could make out. Josh, being the responsible sober one, managed to talk me out of it. He said -- the next day when I called him to tell him that i just had a flash back from the night before and it involved in peeing in the bathroom with no stalls as a group of people did coke (which i didnt do) and making out with one of my girlfriends -- that i appeared to be drinking with reason and that scared him a bit. I told him that he had met the old sarah for a night. Not sure how he felt about that. I haven't really had much to drink since, mostly cause I spent wednesday puking for about 15 hours.

Wednesday I went to see New Order at Hammerstein. HOLY MOLY DO I LOVE THEM. Not only did i get to see their show, but my friend Alex got me and my brother Lawrence backstage to meet the band. I sort of couldn't compute that the dudes standing near me in a dressing room were the same dudes responsible for "Love Will Tear Us Apart" and left.

Since then, I haven't really left the house (save for the STOLEN TRANSMISSION party at orchard bar on friday). If I have left the house I either don't remember or it was to get food with friends or to see my mom. No more parties. I'm not sure why. Whenever I'm out, all I can do is think about how I would like to be laying in bed. I guess that sort of explains why I haven't updated this blog much... when I'm home, I want to sleep. I dont want to be thinking of words and if I'm spelling them correctly or using proper grammer. I've also been working on my book, which has shockingly sold a few copies already on Amazon.com. My book agent told me they were doing a 50,000 first pressing. I was told that this is a lot of books. I'm not familiar with the book world (I hate to read even), so i had to be told that this was a significant book run. That makes me happy to know that someone believes in me enough to do that. I hope I don't let anyone down.

On a totally unrelated note, the other day I was flipping through the channels when I got to what appeared to be a really terrible teen movie. Terrible teen movies are typically so bad that they're amazing, so naturally I opted to watch it, without bothering to check out the info that Time Warner cable provides. So I'm sitting there, watching in disbelief over how terrible this shit was when I start to realize that I'm watching a porn. I click on the info button on my remote and discover that I'm watching SPIDERBABE, which, it turns out, is a soft-core lesbian porno remake of the movie of a similar name. So naturally I hit the record button on my DVR and let it play as I read message boards. I was hardly able to pay attention to the message boards due to the masturbation scene with caused Spiderbabe to cum a projectile spiderweb from her uh... exploding vagina. The following scene consisted of a newly sexualized Spiderbabe (who became a babe thanks to losing her glasses, getting a pair of fake eyelashes, and taking out her pigtails), a Chris Farley-esque annoying character, and a Brad Pitt-esque hotboy. As Spiderbabe made stink eye at fauxPitt, Fauxley kept on making raspberry sounds, jumping around like a spaztik gorilla, and being generally annoying. Spiderbabe's way of getting rid of him consisted of rubbing herself out through her pants and then launching a web from her twat to his face. THIS WAS FUCKING AMAZING GENIUS. Every person who has come over since recording this has been forced to watch this scene, and then requested to watch it about 30 times over while gasping for air from laughter. Karen laughed so hard that it was the silent laugh, and Jordan and Geo never grew tired of it. I'm so happy I DiVoed this.

Watch the trailer. Buy it.

Today I went out with Brian, whom is finally back from Thailand. We went for lunch and then went to check out some movie called Funny, Ha, Ha that he heard good reviews about. I hate complaining or criticizing other people's art because that's so unproductive and totally against the way i live... but I had a hard time enjoying this movie. The main character became more tolerable towards the end, but for most of the movie i just felt uncomfortable -- which i guess is the point of the movie. It just felt like I was watching the life of some Williamsburg hipster with her passiveness and indifference about everything. She reminded me of the girls I encountered years ago when the WB was starting to house hipsters... they were the girls (and boys) that erased any and all sense of excitement and joy from their way of speaking. Nothing contained exclimation marks. Nothing was cool and if it was, they didn't want you to know that they thought it was. They had a certain affected accent that didn't sound like the origin of birth. But most of all they sounded bored by life. I vowed never to sound bored by life. I love life. I'm just tired. I'm just sleepy. And all while watching this movie, this is all i could think about.

you are sleeping, you do not want to believe

HOW TO DISAPPEAR...

I'm about to jump into bed, and know that i've been MIA for a while, but I'll post a proper posting tomorrow (or today, depending on when you read this). Until then, I could'nt go to bed without sharing something with you guys:

This Blog tells you how to get super cheap flights from the NYC area. They're all pretty last minute deals, but holy fuck, are they inexpensive. What a totally great resource!

Another great resource is Fare Alert, which apparently posts insanely cheap flights -- some of which are total computer flukes that are still accepted by the airlines. For instance, maybe they'll mean to post a round trip flight to Chicago for $183, but instead they fuck up the decimal and the flight is now $1.83. Fare Alert finds these crazy bargains and emails you to let you know. Fucking hot. If something cool comes up like that I'm gonna fly all my buddies out as a surprise. Maybe we'll get to go to Bermuda or something so i can show them my hidden bank accounts filled with money I made by telling you people to listen to the Killers. Ha! I wish. Maybe I'll show them my Virgin Megastore reciepts from when i bought copies for friends on the flight over instead.

AND ZIGGY PLAYED GUITAR!

dance like this

or like this

or like this

or watch karen and i sing like this

At the Orchard Bar tonight with Special Guest DJ Josh Madden.

Why? Cause i'm not dead! Word! I'm alive! And Dave Whitehouse is awesome, i'm so sorry you guys were scared! I will not take such long breaks from the internet next time without warning or checking up on my british buds!



Speaking of stolen transmission, check it out, Joel Madden wearing a stolen transmission pin (which he's also apparently wearing in the new video for "we believe".... it's the white pin on his jacket). So sweet of Joel! Thanks dude!

POP ROCKS AND SODA POP

There are rumors on the internets that I am dead.
These are not true.

I don't know where they're from, or who pretended to be my brother, or what, but I'm really sorry people got freaked out. I am just taking a wee break from digital life after coachella.

Umm... whomever started that rumor that i died in an accident is gonna be fucking beaten up!