OUCH FUCK

First off, see any good boobs lately?

Secondly, I have the best fucking big brothers on earth. Two of them, infact, but Lawrence is like a "dont fuck with my family" kind of big brother. So good to me!

i'm back from south by south west (aka sxsw), and boy is my body aching me. let me explain something to you about sxsw -- it's basically a ton of people in the music industry, converging onto austin like ants to a pile of shit. in this case, the shit is replaced by free booze, bbq, and band... we're all still fucking ants though. little, creepy, crawling ants pissing in a port-a-potty and making out in a back alley.

so four days of waking up, drinking bloody marys that are free or paid for by someone else, seeing bands, drinking redbull, going to hear more loud bands, trying to talk over the loud bands, and attempting to find your hotel room at the end of the night.

previously when going to sxsw while at spin, i spent the entire time trying to find new bands and see whatever the buzzband of the moment was. well, this time at sxsw i spent the entire time seeing the bands on stolen transmission -- not because i had to, but because i wanted to and because that was the fucking place to be.

The Stolen Transmission showcase this year was the first ever ST SXSW party that not only featured our bands (Young Love took permanent me's spot as PM got some rest in Long Island), but also had a cash bar.... and it was PACKED! It was so packed that i had to beg and beg the door guy to let MC Nick Snow back in so he could finish MC'ing the event. After drunkenly begging, Rob came to the rescue or some shit. He tends to do that.

Every band played an amazing show -- whether it was bright light fever making new fans and opening the show up with a fucking killer set, or monty are i's steve totally fucking shredding to high hell on his guitar and stomping his way into guitargodlikeness, or young love making everyone dance their goth asses (i'm looking at you, joshua von grimm), or the photo atlas kinda stealing sxsw (vote for them on mtvu), or the oohlas turning into my own personal Nirvana for the millionth time this year, or the fucking horrors. oh the fucking horrors.

there's this thing about the horrors' song "gloves" that causes me and rob to sort of lose our shit. it's our time to get free primal scream therapy and scream in each others faces for no reason. we typically get so excited all set long for this song that we start spazzing out like half way into the whole shebang. so for like 20 minutes i found myself moshing with the people next to me that didnt want to mosh, then hurling myself to the front with the people who had no choice but to mosh, then falling to the floor, then grabbing hold on faris (the singer) when he came into the audience, then throwing a pinata's parts at faris when he got back on stage with Rob, then watching faris as he walked to the back of the audience where he grabbed a garbage can filled with bottles, cans, cups all filled with beer and tossed it onto the audience... then running to the front of the stage with rob so we could violently spin around and then get jumped on by faris from stage and land in a pile of garbage. Oh, and then JennyPenny and Casey threw a garbage can filled with trash back on the stage.

IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.

I ended the festival at the horrors show for the alternative press party where i got beckoned onto stage by faris asking "where is my sheena? where is she?" So in a white dress, referencing their "sheena is a parasite" video, i got on stage and started dancing like the girl... but instead of squid coming from my nether regions, i sprayed beer onto faris and the audience. it was at that exact moment that Faris decided to surprise me by tossing me into the audience -- where i fucking landed on my back and hit my head on the cement floor... but that didnt stop me, i just jumped back up and started a mosh pit.

i'm in a lot of pain right now.