YOU SAID SOMETHING STUPID LIKE...

OK, so it's like return of the bands I was obsessed with in 2000... Idlewild. I remember telling my mom once, when she was much more strict about me missing out of friday night dinners that there were five bands i had to be let out for if they had a show: Radiohead, Muse, Placebo, Idlewild, and i forget the fifth, but I'm sure they were great. Idlewild though ... Idlewild were just totally mindblowing to me. The lyrics, the songs... punk rock REM and Smiths -- or something along those lines -- I'm down with that.

So anyway, Roddy has been living with one of my partners in crime extraordinaire and going out with us fairly regularly when he's in town. I began to forget that he was the guy from the band that I used to listen to with the lights out while crying over a broken heart. I never figured that he knew what I was feeling with his lyrics, or that I knew what he was feeling, but what I did know is that something about his words were so relatable.

When my friend just IMed me to say "By the way, that new Idlewild video is online." i quickly went to check out my buddy's latest vid. To be honest with you, I wasn't as into their last album as I would've liked to have been ... mostly cause i thought that 100 Broken Windows was genius and hard to top... anyway, I had listened to the new songs a couple of times, but it wasn't until i saw this new video that I got that feeling again. That feeling like "You know how i'm feeling! You understand!" Typing this post i'm starting to feel overwhelmed by emotion. The video evoked a feeling in me... Watching Roddy sing and be Roddy in a way that I'm not used to, I'm able to replace my image of him with the once unatainable poet I first knew him to be.

Go to Idlewild.co.uk and check out the front page. You can see "Love Steals Us From Lonliness" for yourself.

God Bless Idlewild.

SOULWAX DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT

Before there were 2ManyDJs, there was Soulwax and the songs they wrote (instead of mashed up) on guitars and drums and all that stuff a band typically uses. I was TOTALLY obsessed with soulwax (ooooh... i'm so delighted that i've been reminded of them!!!) and their album "Much against everyone's advice."

So anyway, peep their new video here by clicking on "05 Video" and watch the vid for "E Talking"...besides the song being totally amazing (Jarvis Cocker played it when he DJed), the video is gorgeous.

Shit is hot!

TELL ME THAT IT'S OVAH

Alright, so today I hear the new Lindsay Lohan song while at TRL with Brian, Meredith, and the Vicar to see the Killers and I couldn't really hear it too well cause i kept on turning to the posse of misfits and going "She's so hot. I wanna do her." Needless to say, between gasps I heard bits and pieces and thought "that shit is poppin. i'm not talking bout that ultimate dancefloor stuff poppin... i'm talking about the rock popping. it's is like an emo song but with her singing." So then I'm in a van driving the Killers to the airport, sitting next to a nodding off Brandon whom i had just made listen to My Chemical Romance's "I'm Not OK (I Promise)" and replying to my inqueries of "how you doin buddy?" with "I'm ooooookay.", chatting to my babycakes Wyatt, and all I can think about is going home to hear this. No wait... all I could think was "Like, OMG! Brandon's knee is totally touching mine!"

So the song is called "Over." listen to it. dont judge without listening.

If you dont like "over" you will love this: http://www.ebaumsworld.com/bigasst.html

This is sort of like one of those posts where i get a call from my coucil saying "bad sarah! bad!"

HEADFIRST FOR HALOS

My Chemical Romance is gonna be performing on TRL this afternoon. I'll be the fat one in the sea of screaming teenaged girls.

GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS

Dang! My friend in Nightmare of You sent me a demo they did of a song called "Girls" that i can't stop listening to if my life depended on it (it's like the libertines in the sweetness of it, just totally pop and lofi and goshdang addictive). I wish i could put it online without them killing me or help you all in getting it... booo! Argh. I made them play it for me on acoustic guitar today cause i was apart from the song for too long and was about to go nuts. I even tried listening to the Spinto Band's "Oh Mandy" to get over it... but no use (well... i had to listen to "oh mandy" 2 times)! I'm sitting here trying to convince NOY to let me release it on stolentransmission. You all will have exploding vaginas.

THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

I want to thank everyone for their incredibly kind words. I can't express how much it helped me and even the rest of my family. It's been really hard, but I'm happy to at least know that Maxine is no longer in pain, and I'm happy that I was there with her for her final moments because I never would've been able to deal otherwise.

On a totally different and lighter note, and since I'm looking for something to take my mind off things for a bit...

Almost everyone that ordered their oohlas singles should've recieved them by now. To the few of you who haven't yet (basically orders placed post January 5), I'm very sorry. I'm quickly making more -- the artwork takes some time. Anyway, I was just wondering what you all thought of this single -- the music and the artwork, and whatever else goes with it. I'm just so in love with the oohlas, and I'm hoping that everyone else is as well.

PS - THE KILLERS will be on SNL tonight. If I'm not at the taping (Horatio Sans still has a restraining order against me... i keed i keed), i'll be at the Saints + Lovers show at the mercury lounge and then Kaiser Cheifs show at the tribeca grand. Music is awesome.

my mom and i were laying in bed with maxine, trying to be with her so she knew that she was with people that loved her. i kept my thigh touching her body so that as she slept, despite her blindness, she could feel me. i gave her kisses. and then she started shaking. having a seizure it appeared. i yelled to my mom who was laying about a foot frome me "mom, something's wrong. something's wrong! i think she's having a heartattack." we petted her and kissed her, not knowing what to do. "should we take her to the hospital?" my mom asked? "i dont think we have time." i replied.

i placed her on the ground and her seizures started to get worse. I ran off to put on my jeans and picked her up out of the arms of the woman whom my mom hired as a housekeeper/dog carer (we're not wealthy people by any means, but this dog required a lot of attention and care, and with my mom working... oh i dont have to explain). My mom and i ran downstairs and jumped into her car as my dog's body continued to shake and stiffen in my arms. a few miles of driving and i turned to my mom and asked her if she passed gas. she said she didnt and we realized that it was my dog. it turns out that when dogs are dying, they tend to deficate. we drove a few miles, the two of us freaking out. my mom driving as i held my dogs head and rocked her body praying that she was just having a prolonged seizure. suddenly i saw death. i saw her curl and her face make a look that i'd never seen before. she let out a sigh. "oh my god, mom! something's not right! mom i think she's dead. mom!" and i knew she was gone. her body went limp. her eyes didnt close. her mouth didnt close. i started hysterically crying. my mom said "she's not dead. she's not dead. we're going to the hospital. she's not dead." i cradled and kissed her, but i knew my mom was wrong.

as we got to the hospital i ran out of the door and handed her to the attendant who was waiting for us. "i think it's too late." i told her. she quickly carried her to the back and tried to revive her. it was too late.

RIP Maxine Lewitinn
1989 - 2005

right

so i've been asked to update my blog. i've been super ill since monday night with the flu. i was finally able to stand up today for the extended periods of time for the first time since i fell ill. i thought i'd be able to go back to work tomorrow but then my mom called to pretty much tell me that my dog was dying and that she was picking me up to spend some time with her.

i would really like some good news this week for once. its been a rough week.

PLAYLISTS

So I'm working on this book about iPod playlists and one that is giving me so muc delight is one mix that i dubbed the:
"You Have No Idea How Much I Miss You" mix aka the "Why'd You Have to Leave Me, Baby?" mix aka the "I Can't Say it with Words So I Will Say it With Song: I Love You".
If you had any idea how good of a mood i'm in, you'd find this mix to be kinda funny.
Here's what's on it so far, let me know if you've got any suggestions for additions, cause I think it's almost there, but could use a few more songs... I figured this might be kinda fun for anyone that's bored:

Interpol - Untitled
Deathcab for Cutie - Transatlanticism
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
Echo and the Bunnymen - The Killing Moon
Mazzy Star - Fade Into You
The Cure - Lovesong
Nada Surf - Inside of Love
John Lennon - Jealous Guy
Bright Eyes - Love I dont Have to Love
Beck - Lost Cause
Blur - Out of Time
Morrissey - Whatever Happens, I Love You
Nine Inch Nails - Something I Can Never Have
Pulp - This is Hardcore
INXS - Never Tear Us Apart
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
Smiths - Asleep

PS - I'd like to see the Mamas & The Papa's "Dedicated to the One I Love" used in a murder scene Tarantino style.

THEY REALLY DON'T SAY PLEASE

Check out this Israeli commercial for McDonald's newest menu addition, the McShoarma, done as a Pulp Fiction parody. It's ehhhhh hilarious. Thanks to the Husky G for sending it my way.

HE'S MR. BRIGHTSIDE

Since I don't have time to write about my weekend at the moment (it was fun, thanks for asking), I'm gonna post what my friend wrote about his weekend:

sometimes my life is outta a movie. this weekend was all about vip and being catred to. we got a suite. drugs were givin to us everywhere. we got into the porn convention for nothing, because lets face it, if you gotta pay for it it just takes all the excitement outta it. everywhere we went we avoided hour lines and got to our roped off awaitde table which was filled with the best champagne and vodka complete with all mixers. we met tons of people. we took a town car everywhere. ladies flocked. i managed to get a hold of 3 porn stars that i knew where out there and so the last night ended in a serious orgy. i love my life. i hope im not peaking though.

In addition to that his limo driver had a suitcase full of more drugs than my last birthday party.

I'M DJING TONIGHT. BANDS ARE PLAYING. AND TOMORROW TOO!

I'm DJing tonight at the Knitting Facotry (downstairs) with Karen as The Tarts of Pleasure! New York City's finest fake DJs!

Bands performing are: Bad Wizard, Elkland (whom are apparently amazing), Output, Overnight, and Black Cat Revolver.

There will also be real DJs there like JR.SNCHZ, Spencer Product, Alexander Technique, Parag, Synapse, and JMAZ.
Click Here for the Flyer

THE RETURN OF MISSHAPES

I'm also DJing at Misshapes on saturday with Elhaam and DJ Brett B.

There will be a Free Open Bar from 11-12. Email rsvp@misshape.com to get on the guest list... go to the misshapes site for more info.

THE SCENT OF SEXY

Do you think that Kevin Federline is one hot piece of ass? You do? So do I!
Check out the commercial for Britney's new eau d'ho: Federline.

And check out the least appealing photof of Kevin i've ever seen here.

EMO LIVE-AID

So, um... I think I'm gonna borrow my mom's sweet ride and go to jersey to fight the good fight against tsunamis.

Yes. This is what I will do.

Coheed & Cambria, Taking Back Sunday and... uh... MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE! are all on the bill.

Go here to buy tickets on friday.

STOLEN TRANSMISSION

Hey guys!
I'm really sorry about the delay with the stolen transmission singles. With the holiday season i got super backlogged, but everyone that ordered Louis XIV should be getting them in the mail by this weekend or monday (fingers crossed). So sorry. Otherwise, I've taken down the link to order more cause i'm now sold out! Sweet. Sell that shit on eBay in 6 months.

the oohlas single is also in the mail. YAY!

i love you. i love you. i love you.

SONGS FOR THE SO SO DEAF

I was just wondering what songs I listen to the most at work, so I clicked on "Play count" on my itunes and here are my top 20:

1. gone - the oohlas
2. the rapid - the oohlas
3. Neighborhood #3 (power out) - the arcade fire
4. Evil - Interpol
5. Take You on a Cruise - Interpol
6. Slow Hands - Interpol
7. Next Exit - Interpol
8. Apocalypse Please - Muse
9. I Just Wanna Live - Good Charlotte
10. the cahuenga shuffle - the oohlas
11. Long Time Coming - Delays
12. Cordial Invitation - Giant Drag
13. slow mo disco - the oohlas
14. NARC - Interpol
15. rupert krikor chang - the oohlas
16. If It's Up to Us - The Vicar
17. Helena - My Chemical Romance
18. Nearer Than Heaven - Delays
19. You are the Generation Who Bought More Shoes and You Get What You Deserve - Johnnyboy
20. Why Don't You Find Out For Yourself - The Killers

Something doesn't seem right... cause as the people who sit by me at work can tell you, I listen to a lot more Killers than that... I wonder if my itunes reset it self when i hit 1000 plays.

Rather than point out the excessive lack of Joy Division in there, tell me what's your top twenty.

CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD

The past seven days have been awesome for me and finding bands whose songs I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO.

Peep this. My friend told me that it's her fake band, and suggested i only listen to track one. BUT I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO THE REST OF THIS STUFF. Pop music. pop music. pop music. pop music. get out of my head pop music. stop being so good.

favorite line: "tell your poseur girlfriend to meet me by the bikerack after spanish II"

C'MERE BLACKGODDESS, I'M GONNA TAKE YOU ON A CRUISE BABYCAKES, AND NOT EVEN JAIL WILL STOP ME

click here

DANG

Umm... this is the best thing ever.

THE SIENNA BELT

I've been obsessed with Sienna Miller's version of Kate Moss' style for a few months and today I fina-fucking-lly found where she got this amazing belt (or one that is a replica of it) from: Jocasi. I just emailed them to find out how to order the belts if you live in america cause there are at least 2 that i want.

OH MANDY, OH MANDY, OH MANDY, SO DREAMY

I have listened to The Spinto Band's "Oh Mandy" no less than 2902 times since I was told about them on Thursday. And when I wasn't listening to them I was thinking about listening to them. I've sat around wondering if the song is about my sometimes girl crush, Mandy Moore. I've had dreams about that C-note that gets hit on the piano every so often (i think it's a C-note... it's been a while).

Anyway, they're playing TONIGHT at the knitting factory in NYC at 10:30pm. Apparnetly the band The Teeth is worth seeing as well.

I need to stop listneing to this song. fuck. fuck. fuck. i can't stop. must stop. i can't. must try. nope. dont do it.

SIGNS O THE TIMES

OMG

I don't mean to be a bumout, but this is truly awful.

And this is just plain horrific.

I don't really know how to fathom all this. I'm going to say a prayer for these people, find some money to donate, and hope for the best for the new year.

MMMBOP

I was going through my files today and found this photo from about a year ago. I was never a big fan cause when they hit big I was only able to hear sounds in the frequencey of Smiths. But since I like men with girlish faces, I've always thought Taylor was pretty hot, and from what i remember of this day, he remained hot... and girlish. The little one giving me a chokehold was being totally antagonistic, and the oldest one, Isaaaaac, was really nice and liked Interpol a lot. Anyway, I have no reason to share this other than the fact that i thought it was pretty funny.

Also, my friend Costa sent me a link to a song cause he thought I might like it and now I can't stop listening to it. So right click/save as and give it a whirl. Oh, they're called The Spinto Band... I haven't looked at their site yet... just got the link.

NOAH'S ARK?

I wonder if there's anyway for scientists to figure out a way to study the activities of animals so they can better prepare for natural disaters like the Tsumani (that is, of course, if they're not already). This article is fascinating:

Where Are All the Dead Animals?
Wed Dec 29,10:19 AM ET
COLOMBO (Reuters) - Sri Lankan wildlife officials are stunned -- the worst tsunami in memory has killed around 22,000 people along the Indian Ocean island's coast, but they can't find any dead animals.

On a whole nother note, I've been telling people that i got the same feeling with the oohlas as I did when I first heard Interpol, the Killers, and Muse. I can't wait to send these singles out cause balls are gonna blow, things are gonna explode...etc. The songs on my EP are different than the ones on their myspace page, but you should check those out as well. And if you manage to find their song "the rapid" on a downloading service, download it immediately. A friend of mine just spent 10 minutes telling me how much he is blown away by that song.

SO MUCH EMO. SO LITTLE TIME.

I'm opening my mail today, finally, and find myself drowning in CDs. Tons of it is emo, which is ok. I love emo. If i were to describe my personal style at the moment, it'd be emopostpunkgoth. This is if i were in a bin at my favorite store, Hot Topic.

Anyway, it's come to my realization that My Chemical Romance raised the bar of emo for the rest of time. If you're in an emo band and you're interested in being good, listen to Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, and figure out a way to sound better than that.

I know that emo is like a four letter word. I dont care. You all know what I'm talking about when i say emo, right? So that's why i'm using it.

NEON BALLROOM

Um... Total buzz: Daniel Johns from Silverchair is hot. Could he be the new Federline? Developing.

GOD BLESS THE INTERNET

First it's hot pieces of ass, now it's this.

Thank you Mikey.

EDIT: My Brother sent me the original video. It's by a band called Ozone from Romania. He said he heard someone DJ it at Misshapes, which makes sense, since the song made me Gay. The video made me gayer (as if that's possible!).

AND NOW A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR THE LADIES

I'll take Mr. January through December.

Does anyone have MP3s of that band Gene that they can hook me up with? thanks, yo.

OK. it's 4:37 now. it's time for me to get to sleep. goodnight.

FOR THOSE ASKING ABOUT THE MISSHAPES PARTY

the phone number on the flyer is a fax machine, the real # is 212-519-6677

WOOD: CANADIAN ROCK STAR?

Elijah Wood and his sister went shopping the other day and revealed that they were actually Deryk & Avril. Revealed! Developing! Etc.

Also, a friend of mine sent me the following email that makes any of my NYC misadventures seem tame:

flew into vail wednessday. got picked up in a car and made the trek to aspen. the most gorgeous hour and half drive ever. got to the sky hotel and crashed. woke up and met the fam for dinner. went out after dinner. the fam left early and i continued on. i met a guy from orange county. he used to move coke by the keys. he gave me more shit then i knew what to do with. so much so that i think i threw away much of it. crawled into bed around 5.

thursday. shopped a little. went to some after ski lounges. peeped on the hottest women i have ever seen. and coming from orange county thats a bold fucking statement. went out to dinner. the guy i met the night before took me out to the clubs/bars to get a real tast of aspen and all the beautiful women that live there. hit up 4 different clubs/bars. the fucker kept giving me more blow again. dont remember much from this night.

friday. turned phone off to avoid temptation. more shopping. saw celebs everywhere. went to dinner. back to the hotel to sleep.

saturday. the big day. boarded ajax mountain. went to christmas dinner at the st regis hotel. then went back to my hotel to try to get into a party that was thrown by will smith and mariah carey. saw usher. while waiting to get in i met the HOTTEST fucking girl ever. i was ordering drinks and i saw her and like a bitch i walked away without saying a word. while talking to my mom she walked by me and threw the biggest smile my way. i knew then i had to talk to her. she opened her mouth and i fell in love. she was an aussie with black hair tan skin and spoke with an english accent because she lived in london for a few years. i finally got into the party and took her with me. met a bunch of people inside. saw carson from queer eye and fucking ryan seacrest. those were the only two assholes that stand out like soar thumbs. i suck at recognizing people. went to some more bars with emma my love, my sister, and some other cool peeps i met. while waiting for the girls to barter our way into a club the dealer popped out. immediately we were all let in. he filled my pockets full of more christmas snow. i met a cougar inside another bar. she asked me what i did and i said i was a ski intructor. she gave me her number for private lessons and anything else i could offer her privately. went back to my place for the after party around 4 with a bunch of drunks. never slept.

sunday. went straight to some ranch to go snowmobiling. saw more amazing scenery. got back to the hotel and slept for 20 minutes. woke up. boarded again. went to dinner. ran into carrot top. hit up a couple bars and then called it a trip.

in summation. aspen is beautiful and partys harder then any other place ive been to so far. its filled with beautiful women. the one thing that sucked was falling in love my last night. i cant wait to go back in february. oh and, drugs are bad.

HELP?

Does anyone know of any relief organizations people can donate their time and money to which will help the victims in Asia?

THE CHORNICLES OF AWESOME

Whomever at the New York Post wrote this, Maxine, you're a fucking genius. A genius I say! Now, tell me something, have you been hiding in my closet while I watch Fuse's Daily Download that i Tivo every day or what? Are you like "Hmm... Sarah's rewound the following videos 89 times: Good Charlotte's "I Just Wanna Live," My Chemical Romance's "I'm Not OK," and Muse's "Time is Running Out"...."

Now that that's out of the way, someone please tell me who makes this amazing jacket that Nicole Richie is wearing.

Also, people have been asking me what I'm doing for New Years Eve.... Well, here you go.

A Very Special MisShapes New Years. Featuring Peaches and VIP! I know it's a bit pricey, but there's gonna be some sweet gift bags and i think some free drinks (but dont quote me on that!)

And then I'm heading over to Motherfucker to see The Bravery.

A warning to my friends: I will be drinking on New Years. I'm not an alcoholic, so I have no need to banish alcohol from my life completely. Please feel free to hold back my hair at appropriate times.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

I love Christmastime. People are happy and lugging their presents around with huge smiles on their faces anticipating what they'll get in return. It's really quite sweet and at the same time, I'm sort of relieved that I don't celebrate it cause I don't think I could afford it. I applaud those with Christmas bonuses who know how to spend it wisely.

I also enjoy Christmas becuase the Discover Channel is usually running amazing shows about the birth of Jesus and other interesting stories about biblical events (passover/easter is another great time to watch the discover/history channel). It's also a fun time of the year to go to the movies with your non-christmas celebrating friends and eat chinese food. This is actually a custom referred to as a Jewish Christmas... however, I've noticed that the goyim have joined in on this custom. That's fine.

I skipped out from normal Christmas Eve activity to spend time at my parent's house. I dyed my hair. My hair, she is black. Now I look like Ashlee Simpson again. I'm like me, circa summer 2003. My mom is gonna have a cow when she wakes up and she's gonna make me wash my hair with detergent so it's not such a harsh black. NOT THIS TIME MOM! I'M AN ADULT NOW!

Also, I've rediscoverd Pleasure Club and I suggest you give them a listen. They're along the same lines as LouisXIV, if LXIV came from New Orlenes and practice black magic and voodoo. I remember seeing PC live once and I'd never seen eyes more haunted than the singer's. Enjoy. NP: Here Comes The Trick.

I'd like to wish everyone a happy and healthy Christmas by sharing this photo with you. It's my friend, Hardcore Dave's brother's pug. I call him Monkey:

YES, I LIKE LINKIN PARK. WHAT? WHAT?

And it looks like Josh Groban does too... well, enough to cover "My December." (right click, save as)

CHICKEN, MEET THE EGG

I found this photo of the Olsen twins on MySpace and was totally fucking stoked.


And then I was looking at my MySpace photos and was shocked by the similarity... Did i say shocked? I mean TOTALLY FUCKIGN STOKED:

I'VE GOT THE BALLERINA BLUES

Tuesday night SPIN had our annual Christmas (Jews are invited too!) Party for staffers. Being on the sober tip, and finding myself breaking the news to the higher ups (much to their dismay... no, i will no longer be your drunken party monkey... i will still be the party monkey tho), I spent the night nursing a seltzer. The seltzer got mixed up in a sea of Gin and Tonics and when I sipped from the wrong straw I winced. Is it possible that I've actually managed to kill ALL desire for alcohol? I don't have any cravings at all. I go out fairly regularly, and I've had more drink offers than I could ever remember, and have managed to feel absolutely no pressure to drink. None.

This sobriety made my trip to LA last week all the more tolerable. Previously I would be bummed out about not being able to drink since I'd have to drive. Or bummed that I had to rely on a designated driver to get around, but this time around I was the DD. I was the one behind the wheels. Those wheels in question belonged to a white pick up truck that my friend dubbed "The Lesbian Truck." Sexy.

Now that I don't drink, I suddenly want to dress better. For the past year or two, I guess since the Strokes made it fashionable to wear tshirts and jeans, I've been dressing like I could care less. I mean, there's another reason other than what's fashionable... I'm very lazy sometimes. But The Vicar, who has dealt with my clothing indifference for the past 3 or so months, has had enough and is trying to reign me in fashion-wise. Slowly, but surely, I'll be dressing like I used to when I was a youth. The other day we spent about an hour talking about how awesome wearing white was. When I told him "I'm confused, a few months ago you pointed out a guy wearing all white and said it looked bad and dated... so it's not?" He said "I said that? I'd like to go back in time and tell the guy he's got style." Like two gay men, we sit and talk about shit like this.

I just hate looking like I've made an effort... which sounds retarded. But I wake up in the morning, climb into the same pair of pants i've been wearing for the past 2 weeks and grab whatever shirt smells the least. It stems from this one time when i was 13 and went over to this boy's house that I liked... his sister told my brother that i had come all dolled up. I thought I looked cute and was proud of the outfit I put together. But my bro passed the comment on to me and I felt embarrassed, and since then, I've made LITTLE effort with whatever I've worn, unless it was a shirt I made or something. But rarely do I plan an entire outfit. Rarely do I want to look like I've made the slightest effort to look good. This is incredibly stupid of me. I love fashion. I went to the Fashion Institute of Technology for goodness sakes. I need to stop suppressing my eagerness to make an "outfit" out of clothes. I've been looking at the Misshapes Gallery for inspiration. It's been inspiring. I'm inspired.

I made a positive step forward while I was in LA last week and finally got my haircut. I previously attempted to get it cut back in June (? i think ?), but the hair dresser charged me a retarded amount of money and didnt even take off my split ends. Amy highly recommended her Swedish friend Nicholas from the band Last Amanda (whose band I coincidentally once posted a photo of on this blog and said "they look swedish"... turns out i was right. weird). Naturally, I was a little worried about getting my haricut by someone I didn't know, and who had no professional training, but I decided to take a risk already. My hair was out of shape, and there wasn't really anywhere else to go but up. So Amy arranged for Nicholas to come over to her house after the Revolution Smile show. I met Nicholas at the show and assured me that he was pacing his drinking that night (since he'd be cutting my hair with a razor). I urged him to get drunk. I saw the haircut he did on someone else, loved it, and knew I'd be in good hands.

A group of us went back to Amy's and it turned into a drunken make over party sponsored by Del Taco (wayyyyyy better than Taco Bell, btw... mmm... veggie supreme). Nicholas cut my hair in the kitchen while everyone stood around getting drunk, eating burritos and arm wrestling. He went conservative at first, not knowing how i'd feel about it (I gave him a photo of Stacy Dupri from Eisley that I found in Nylon) and then I told him to just do what he wanted. He did a great job and I urged him to shave one of the sides so i could be like Annabel from Bow Wow Wow. I dont have any good photos of my haircut, but I'm totally stoked on it. Especially since I've gotten a ceramic hair straightener ($120... totally worth it, i swear, it's a life changer).

Anyway, last night I went to Lit to meet up with Mat, Colleen, Sarah Wilson, John Davis and Chris, and the Nightmare of You boys that I'm adopting. They're the next Brand New, I think, or will be occupying that place in my heart. Minus the Nightmare boys we headed to the Darkroom (cause it's the new Lit... until Bar Eleven is the new Darkroom). I was reminded that the next Kill Hannah album is gonna sound a lot more like their old stuff, which makes me really happy cause that's the fucking jam... so I've been on an old school Kill Hannah tip all afternoon.

By the way, I've been getting endlessesly accosted about my brass knuckles necklace. You can buy it here. I personally keep it on hand for times that I need to regulate.

I think this post needs to end ... NOW.

PONDER...

Ever look at a midget and wonder what they'd look like if they were actual size? Me too.

STRANGE REQUEST

Ultragrrrl: what you up to?
battjer: trying to find a girl willing to eat pussy for the first time who will let me write about it (anonymously).
battjer: totally anonymous. the pussies belong to several cute volunteers from which you can take your pick!
battjer: please email brianbattjer@hotmail.com
battjer: had someone and they backed out and i have a thur morning deadline.

I wont do it because, little known fact, vaginas scare the shit out of me.

YAY FOR BROTHERS

If you've ever wondered how i got such thick skin, try having my brother. He rules and turned me onto some great music... but we pretty much fought for about 17 or 18 years until I played him Interpol for the first time, and then we became friends. But every once in a while he likes to put me in my place:

LVLewitinn: btw, you should start a rumor that Brandon Flowers got where he did because he's secretly your twin brother
Ultragrrrl: haha
Ultragrrrl: we really do look alike, right?
LVLewitinn: only in that picture
LVLewitinn: big head
LVLewitinn: like a special person
Ultragrrrl: hahahah
LVLewitinn: HURRAYYYY!!!! I LOVE THE KILLERS!!! HURRAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LVLewitinn: that's you

THERE ARE TOO MANY PEOPLE HERE

Um... I'm getting more obsessed with The Oohlas by the second. None of the songs that are on their site are on the single i'm putting out (the songs that will be on there are "gone," "cuhenga shuffle," and "slo-mo disco and refuse"), but the songs on their site are really great. Listen to them. I'm also gonna start dressing like Ollie i think.

WE'RE TALKING TO YOU, MISTER!

Lindsay is very intercontinental. She knows how to say "fuck off" in two languages, at least.

Here she is doing it in New English:



And here she is doing it in Old English:



Maybe she learned something from me and Coldplay while reading SPIN a few years ago:

BUT HEY, WHO'S ON TRIAL?

The new Interpol video for "Evil" is so bad, that it's good. It's like, someone needs to stop making decisions while stoned out of their mind cause I dont know if everyone is gonna love it as much as I do.

I know that in like, 2 seconds i'm gonna be like "this video is fucking genius." i find the puppet's mouth totally captivating.

Interpol are supposed to be this "serious" band who are nothing but black and macabre and shit, and this video is that, but with a giant puppet playing the part of Paul Banks... I think it's Paul, he's got his lips. And this song is so serious and maybe one of the best songs they've ever written -- not couting the 3 or 4 others on this album that I'd give the same title of that too -- and the fact that they went with this as the video concept is pretty fucking awesome.

Ok, so it's been more than two seconds. Yup, this video is like 2005's "Paranoid Android."

I'd like to suggest you smoke a fat one before watching this.

HELLO. MY NAME IS: VERY GOOD LOOKING


Image taken from Dreamcaps, sent in by Dan of Mighty.

Last night I hung out with some dudes and they were all going gay for Brandon. Straight dudes, mind you, who are in bands, who, at the mention of Brandon's name or the Killers, turn into 13 year old girls.

KarenRTAG: can you believe that video?
KarenRTAG:Ultragrrrl: i told brando that it made my vagina explode.
KarenRTAG: you are so foul with all these vagina explosions

Thank you fo

GOODNESS!

Remember in grade school when you'd get milk during lunch in small cartons and sometimes they were a bit frozen so you had to drink slightly frozen milk? That's what the contents of my boobs are like right now. That's how fucking cold it is outside in NYC. Oh, I long for the sunny warm weather of LA.

Last night I got a text from Hardcore Dave -- he's a manager at Swingers in LA (try their Ahi Tuna sandwich, it's amazing), and I'd been going there a lot while i was out west hoping to spend some time with him and to have a run-in with an Olsen twin -- anyway, while i was tucked away in my freezing cold bed in NYC, his text read "One of the olsen's just came into swingers."

I could've died.

This photo of Kevin Federline makes me feel a bit better:

FINE, BUT DOES HE DO THE PIZZA MAKER?

I'd like to thank The Revolution Smile for introducing me to Santa Mosh. WATCH IT. Especially if your name is Brian.

SMILE LIKE YOU MEAN IT

Hola Los Angeles Amigos!

The Revolution Smile is performing Saturday night at Spaceland. If you're reading this now, that means, technically, tonight, December 18. The Rev Smile's singer, Shaun Lopez, used to be in Far and he's an all around great guy and I've been sleeping in his studio for the past week. It's very comfortable with wireless internet, a fridge stocked with sugfree redbull, and cable tv. Not to mention all the lovely recording equiptment I've been toying with at 3am writing my soon to be pop sensations.

But in all seriousness, The Revolution Smile are great and the line-up has changed a bit, so it's definitely worth checking out.

THEY ARE APARTMENT

I was dolled up and ready to roll out of the house to meet up with Ollie when she called in sick. So here I am, back where I started, on amy's couch searching the nerd. I went on to the website for my friend's band Apartment and realized that they've got song clips up there. I'd like to suggest you download the track "Patience is Proving." It's the band's least favorite song, but one of my favorites (well, that and this song "People" that they dislike so much that they don't have it available to download... boo!).

LOGIC, PLEASE

Last night I went to my friend Baron's house in the brOC and his bathroom was carpeted. I flipped out. WHO THE FUCK THINKS IT'S A GOOD IDEA TO HAVE A CARPETED BATHROOM.

Baron's reasoning "the tiles get really cold," wasnt good enough for me in comparison to me saying "yeah, but fungus grows from the carpet being wet. dude, gross."

If you can tell me a good reason to carpet your bathroom, i'd really appreciate it: slewitinn@spin.com

THE FIRST OF THE GANG TO ...

Yesterday morning I picked up Ollie and we went to the Happiest Place on Earth: Disneyland.

It was surprisingly un-chaotic and we got to ride all the fun rides that we wanted to ride.

We even met famous people like Santa Claus!! Could you believe he was just sitting around, chilling out?



I tried to find Cruella DeVille, but she was being a total bitch and that made me bummed:



The Haunted Mansion became the Nightmare Before Xmas Haunted Mansion, and Ollie, who happens to know a lot of really interesting secrets about Disneyland, pointed out a giant spider on the glass that separated the riders and a ballroom of dancing ghosts. "See that spider?" she said, "years ago a guy came onto this ride with a gun and shot the glass. the glass is part of the entire structure of the building and it'd be too hard to remove and change it so they just put a spider there to cover the hole."

After we rode all the rides we went to the brOC to meet up with our buddies Kris and Baron.

Everyone got way drunk, cept for me, cause I don't drink anymore, and i was driving. Look! I'm sitting next to Kevin Federline!!



Then I drove Baron and Ollie home and we called my friend Rob and Ronnie from the Killers and left them drunk messages of us singing "Midnight Show" and "Mr. Brightside." Sadly, I wasn't drunk, but sung perfectly offkey as if i was.

I'M LOVING (LOS) ANGELS INSTEAD

This morning, after being awaken by my family members who have forgotten that the west coast is three hours behind the east coast, I decided to hop in my white pick-up truck and search for that Starbucks that Amy gave me directions to the day before. I dove around for a while until I decided to just go to the busy street that I take to get to the canyon. I started driving and driving figuring that eventually I'd find a Starbucks. The further I drove, the more run down the stores and houses became until I decided that the chances of a Starbucks being located next to a 99 cent store and a check cashing point was probably not likely. So I turned right, down a random street, so i could return back home.

I got to my first corner and saw a bunch of guys standing in a cluster on the corner. This particular corner was fairly run down and there was a pretty nice car standing still in front of me. The guys looked like they were waiting for either a bus or a drug deal, and since there weren't any bus stops near by, I assumed they were up to no good. I got totally excited. I kept on thinking "This is so awesome. This is totally like out of a movie like 'Boyz in Da Hood' or 'Friday,' cool!" So I took a photo with my sidekick with intentions to send them to my friends back home saying "look! check it out! it's like from one of those movies!" One of the guys standing on the corner saw me waiting for the SUV ahead of me to move and motioned for me to just go around it. I thought to myself "OK, be cool. Nothing is gonna happen to you and besides, you totally left your new ipod at home." So I drove around the corner, and what do you know... they were shooting a movie. Figures.

SMOOOOOSH

The Five O'Clock Heroes are playing on thursday at Bar 13 for the Broadcast party. That's a free party with really great DJs, and the band is really fucking great. My friends saw them in London after they'd been touring, and told me that they liked them more than some other new york band whose name I wont mention. Anyway, the've got this song that i love called "Run to Her"... but my other friends like their other stuff. I'm a purist, i guess.

When I get rich, I'm gonna buy one of these. It's the future.


See, it's all smooshed and likes to go sight seeing. I bet it's listening to Army of Me's "Come Down To DC" (they're playing at the Delancey on Thursday, in NYC).

WE FOUND THE LIGHT!

The Arcade Fire - February 1 - Bowery Ballroom ... on sale now on ticketweb.com

Thank you Dan Marcus!

WE FOUND THE LIGHT!

The Arcade Fire - February 1 - Bowery Ballroom ... on sale now on ticketweb.com

Thank you Dan Marcus!

BY THE WAY...

Lindsay Lohan has some big ass titties.

WE LOOK TO LOS ANGELES FOR THE LANGUAGE WE USE... LONDON IS DEAD

Ah, Viva Morrissey. I'm too much in love with him. He manages to be incredibly British, but at the same time, LA. I think it's the Smiths Vs. Morrissey aspect. The Smiths are about being dark, hopeless, melancholic... much like England. Much like the dark, gray, melancholic England with their carpeted bathrooms (seriously british people, what THE FUCK is up with the carpeted bathrooms? where in your minds did you think "ok, this room is gonna get really wet and soggy constantly from a shower, so let's carpet it and see what grows!" ... or was there no concern cause you don't really shower that much?). Morrissey is melancholic but hopeful. Like, here I am, penniless and talentless, but i'm gonna make it, even if it means mopping these tiled bathrooms of these famous people.

Anyway... My point is that I'm in Los Angeles today. I'll be here for a week. I've rented a giant white truck from Enterprise and I've been driving around from Starbucks to Starbucks, it seems.

Tomorrow night, I'll be DJing at Cinespace and The Oohlas will be playing at around 10:30pm.

Here's the flyer:

DESTINY IS CALLING ME

My computer at work has been acting postivily retarded for the past week. This is why I haven't been able to update for some time -- not until now, when my roommate Niki got home and brought her computer with her.

Has anyone seen the new video for the Killers' "Mr. Brightside"? I have a totally abstract crush on Brandon Flowers, but when I see that video, that abstract crush is a totally full-on crush and my vagina explodes. When I told him this, which i did cause I've got no shame, he was blown away from that term and asked if that was a good thing. Yes, it's a good thing. H-E-A-R-T-T-H-R-O-B.

Anyway, I've put for sale the next stolen transmission single. I wont be able to send these out til after the holidays, unfortunately, but you can buy it now! It's for the oohlas. They'll be playing on tuesday at Cinespace in LA (and I'll be DJing! cause i'm gonna be in LA as of tomorrow for a week), and my vagina explodes for them.

You can also buy both that single and the Louis XIV one for $7 if you buy them together. I only have a few copies of the Louis XIV single left, so hurry up!

Anyway, I've been dying to write about going to DC last weekend.

So friday rolled around, and i took the Chinatown express in NYC to the lovely Chinatown in DC. The ride was boring, as you might expect and I spent the entire time needing to eat and salivating as we drove by all the rest stops. My head was hurting since I only had one redbull that day (as opposed to the normal four i've been rocking while on "The (not so) Healthy (but effective) Diet of Champions" -- which includes four redbulls a day, a 3x shot venti cappuchino, and two lovely Peanutbutter Chocolate Zone bars ... sometimes I get chest pains).

Army of Vintz picked me up and we went to meet up with the Vicar (who was down there as well) at uh... Coyote Ugly. A friend of theirs had to go see someone's band, so we just hung out and I nursed a seltzer water -- despite the Vicar urging me to drink by saying that it's ok, since we were in DC and nobody would know -- and cheered on the bartenders when they hopped on stage and cheered on the cover band that played songs I had forgotten.

Afterwards we went to the Black Cat, which i was told, is the only cool bar to go to in DC. Turns out that Daniel was in town as well, so we had some veggie burgers in their little vegetarian restaurant with the Vic's friend Danny and returned to the RedRoom so I could absorb DC and kill the Vicar by spraying on too much Michael Kors perfume.

Then we went back to Vintz house and chilled out there. I was staying there and ended up going to bed giggling cause we all totally had a sleepover and were making fart jokes the whole night. We're mature, incase you didn't notice.

Saturday came and we went to the HSFest. I ended up going to that because I originally was gonna go to the KROQ almost acoustic xmas, but turns out my little cousin is having a Bar Mitzvah tomorrow, which made that impossible for me. Family first. Everything else second... as much as possible.

So HSFest was the closest i could get to a dream line up that wasnt the KROQ show, which I can't really think about without wanting to cry. It was like the HSF people were like "OK, apart from Muse and Interpol, what bands can we have play that will make Sarah blow a load?" and what they came up with was...
My Chemical Romance, The Killers, Franz Ferdinand, Jimmy Eat World, Keane, Good Charlotte and Velvet Revolver.

MCR were fucking awesome, as usual. Gerard's voice was failing him a bit, but that just meant that he got to sing the songs a bit differently. And Frankie is a fucking dream boat, and Mikey is Mikey -- which is to say that he's awesome.

After their set the Killers showed up and some of the other bands were dying to meet them cause everyone loves the killers (including people voting for the grammys i hope). Brandon is one good looking fella, and so not only were the dudes in other bands stoked to meet their new favorite band, but they were also gossiping about how good looking he was -- in a totally non gay way. People are just kinda endeared by him, cause he's endearing. It's the Morman charm.

Mikey was stoked cause Bob from Franz said hello to him. I told him that he must've been giving him the bassist hello -- which i assume is like a secret handshake. People were stoked to meet other people, and I was stoked cause I got to see a bunch of friends in one place all at once. Plus, there was a huge case of redbull sitting around, and Mikey gave me a meal ticket (literally) so I got to eat, get caffinated, listen to awesome bands, and smile for about 10 hours straight.

The Killers set was amazing. The Vicar and I stood around dancing and singing along and going "oh my god, they're so good." I will be bummed out when I'm bored at one of their shows.

Franz Ferdinand were great, but, and I really hate to be "one of those people," but i miss seeing them in small venues. Or maybe something is missing. There was once this sexual energy between the band members, and their show at SXSW remains one of the best live show experiences of my entire life, but at the show in DC, it just wasnt there. They're all obviously still friends and enjoy each other's company, but maybe they need to do something to add spice to their relationship, like an old married couple.

Mind you, they put on a great show, technically, and I will admit that it was probably mostly my fault that I didn't feel that spark becuase I was standing a bit back and not in the crowd of sweaty kids. I wasn't high. I wasn't drunk. I was sober, and caffinated, and standing with a bunch of people who needed convincing. I should've been up close. I should've been yelling "oh my god, i fucking love you!" But instead, i was standing in the VIP deck trying to get my friends excited. But nobody danced.

Throughout the night, in the backstage area, any time one of the Velvet Revolver guys would walk by, their tour manager or roadie dude, or whatever he is, would walk through the hall first clearing the way -- it didn't matter if you were just someone hanging out, working at the station, or a multiplantinum band member -- if one of the VR guys had to come through, you had to move. And if you didnt move, their road dude would take you by the shoulders and push you up against the wall. It was very Spinal Tap. Everyone just stood around dumbfounded. None of the other members of any other band insisted on such treatment. All the other bands were hanging out and having fun and joking around. So when this happened, several times, we all just stood around laughing our asses off and immitating the VR security. We also apologized that it wasn't 1988/1995 anymore.

Good Charlotte was the last show I stuck around for. I'm sorry, but they're fucking awesome. I know I've been late to the game on this, and there are times when people are like "dude, sarah, seriously, enough about GC on the blog, it's not doing you any favors." but you know what, eff that shit.

I took my two boys, Wyatt and The Vicar, to watch with me. Wyatt is Brandon's best friend from growing up and now tours with the Killers as a roadie, and mostly just a good time maker. I adore Wyatt, as most people who encounter him do. Wyatt and the Vicar PLUS Mikey equals my absolute happiness. So having my two boys there with me, might've been part of the reason why I enjoyed the show so much. Anyway, I really wanted Wyatt to see GC cause the Killers had to leave early, and I thought there might be something to their live show that he could pass on, plus, i just thought it'd be a show he'd enjoy. Well, it was easy to enjoy cause they put on a great fucking show. Everytime one of their new songs would come on, Wyatt would say "is this a new song? it's good." Which proves my point about their new material since Wyatt's taste in music is actually impeccable. At one point Joel ran from the stage and into the bleachers and sang from there. The kids went fucking nuts. The three of us smiled from ear to ear and cheered. Say what you will about the band, but you can't deny their ability to perform and entertain live. Also, they dress awesomely these days. Benji looked like Carlos D from the audience and I often had to do double takes. And I looked out into the crowd from the floor and noticed a kid far far away dressed like Joel... which is sort of a take on being dressed like Brandon, which takes everything full circle.

After their set we were all hanging out when the VR guys make every clear for the 403rd time. Eventually, an hour and a half late, Weiland showed up. As we were all being pushed up against the wall by security, i looked over and realized that i knew the main security/roadie/whatever dude of VR. It was LA Tony! LA Tony used to be the roadie for the Music when they were touring with the Vines about a year or two ago. Me and my friends loved LA Tony cause he was incredibly accomidating to all of us and would always make sure we were taken care of, not to mention, he had the best stories of all time from his days as a road manager. I yelled out "Tony!" and he looked at me and i said "I'm Sarah! I know you through the music. I'm one of Tim V's best friends!" He made the connection (or pretended to) and I wasn't pushed against the wall anymore.

While the band was on stage one of the radio djs came up to Mikey and said "dude, did you hear? You're Duff's favorite band. he really wants to meet you!" So when I saw LA Tony walk by again I called him over and introduced him to Mikey. He flipped out and was totally excited, "You have to stay here and meet Duff. He's dying to meet you!" So we stuck around, but time kept on going on, and I really wanted to shower, so I bid Mikey and Danny farewell and he got to meet Duff. It's kinda funny how these things work sometimes.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. IT'S GLAMOROUS INDIE ROCK AND ROLL FOR ME.

The Killers got nominated for THREE GRAMMYS.

I'm literally tearing up right now.

you can make this your desktop image. it's brandon. he's been nominated for a grammy. no wait, three of them:

IN THE MIDDLE

Looking to score over the holidays? Read this first.

SO HOT

Did anyone see last night's "South Park" with Paris Hilton? It was easily one of the funniest things I've seen on South Park in a long time... maybe even on TV in general. I IMed my friends this morning telling them about it, like "and then, you heard squishy sounds... and he was dressed like a bear!!!" This is all funnier if you've seen it or know what I'm talking about it. Come over tonight to watch "The OC" with the Killers and I'll show you "South Park" afterwards since I DiVo'd it.

Scotty sent this to me, and I laughed cause I love the "Daily Show" and puppies.

Also, everyone is getting retarded for this band called Acceptance. All I know is that their album is coming out on Columbia in April and they're from Seattle... which boggles my mind cause Seattle was like 10 years ago. I listend to one song and it's like Hoobastank meets Maroon5, and yet i sort of LOVE EVERY SECOND of it. It's like OC music.

Scott has pictures of the Federlines with the new puppy, but I've got pictures of them celebrating Brit's birthday. The Brizza looks fucking awesome and my ideal man prototype, Kevin, looks FINE AS FUCK:

IF LOOKS COULD REALLY KILL, THEN MY PROFESSION WOULD BE STARING

I'm not quite sure what's up with me lately. I've found that I listen to about 3 albums when I'm home, or at work, or commuting. They're albums you'd often consider "emo," and I don't know why my gut reaction is to turn to these over turning to, say, the Killers or Interpol. I think i might have to blame my sobriety. I've held back from drinking for over a week (which might not seem like a long time to most, but mind you I went from drinking four drinks a night to four drinks a week to nothing).

So those four albums:
My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge ... Sometimes I'll listen to this album and stop dead in my tracks and listen to parts of it over and over again. A friend of mine joked about the way Gerard extends his vowels when he sings, but in my opinion, they couldn't be extended further. I want more of everything on this album.
Good Charlotte - The Chronicles of Life and Death ... I never liked their old stuff, really, but love their new stuff. I don't think their old fans like their new stuff as much, so I guess it all makes perfect sense.

Brand New - Deja Entendu ... Jesse Lacey is a genius lyricist. I think I listen to this album the most out of anything in my collection these days. Lately, whenever someone calls me to see what I'm up to the answer is typically "cleaning my room and listening to Brand New and getting all emotastic." There's just a brilliant way he has with phrasing things. Piecing together emotions. I'm sure there are others out there that are more genius and more brilliant, but for now, he does it for me.

So it's back to no drinking for me. Responsibility is hitting me like a brick wall and I'm trying to embrace it with sober tenderness and clarity. I guess it's safe to say that I had a ton of years where I partied to eleven, but now it's time to grow up. Not that drinking irresponsibly is immature, not in the least, but for me, right now, waking up in the morning and questioning my actions the night before is no longer what I want to be doing. I found myself running my mouth off to people I wish i had more of a sober encounter with.

It's also been easier to be sober when I've had a non-drinking partner in crime along for the ride. My friend, the Vicar, doesn't drink, so when I'm out with him I manage to find comfort in being able to hold conversations with someone who isn't seeing me in double or professing their punchdrunk love for me. I can drink my seltzer and be surrounded by the inebriated and glance over and see someone that sees the same things I see, and I find ease in that. I've also found comfort in the fact that as a result I've dropped an ten pounds (or more?) in the past month. I don't find a lot of comfort in the fact that I don't fit into any of my jeans anymore and can't really afford new ones. But my mom is stoked that her formerly waifish daughter is returning to form after a five or six year hiatus.

Apart from cleaning my room I've been staying indoors and hibernating. I wish I could say that I've been going to a ton of shows, but I haven't.
There are three bands I've managed to check out when I haven't been holding myself hostage, fearing a slip up of alcohol and lack of sleep:

Army of Me - I first saw them about 4 years ago with exMikey at tiswas when they were called Cactus Patch. I remember vividly having a discussion with Mikey about how we were impressed by the fact that they were actually good (for a while tiswas had a run of the not-so-good bands performing), and I'm sure of this cause I actually signed their mailing list. Well, anyway, four years later and I got to see them again on a saturday night... this time at the Delancey. I'm not sure what happened in those four years, but suddenly they're like the emo darlings. They're like a very early, twangy radiohead, and yet, their audience was packed with kids I would've thought I'd see at like, a Movielife show. There's this one song that The Vicar sent me called "Come Down" that's about visiting DC and crashing a car in a suicide attempt... which I find grossly romantic in a Romeo & Juliet meets the Smiths kind of way. This song is definitely going in my "Songs to Play While Going to DC on a Chinatown Bus To Visit People You Don't Well Enough Yet But Will One Day Know Forever" list in my book (I've decided that all my lists need to have ridiculously long titles. I'm sure my editor will cut them all down, but one can dream). If you've got any songs to recommend for this list, please email me (slewitinn@spin.com)... ideally for this list I want only songs by bands from DC or about DC or the Government.

Kasabian - I got to the show a bit late cause I was probably watching the Apprentice or something. My mistake since the place was so full I couldn't see for shit. I really wasn't expecting the place to be so packed since for the past week I had been telling people I was excited to see Kasabian and nobody know who the fuck I was talking about. Since I'm a midget, i was sucked into the back of the Bowery Ballroom with my posse and therefore couldn't see anything. Instead, we spent the whole time making fun of how British people (who made up a majority of the audience) had foreskin by pulling the sleeves of our sweatshirts over our fists, turning our arms into giant reenactments of what the Vic likes to call a coin purse lint holders.

Saints + Lovers (Formerly, The Sons of Sound) - God fucking bless this band. In about one years time this will be your absolutely favorite band of all time. Equal parts of early U2, current Muse, and the Secret Machines. I spent the whole show either dancing around in a sober waltz or just watching in pure amazement. Mind you the band opened with "Atmosphere" by Joy Division. It was almost as if they were like "Hey Sarah! Did you wear your Depends Adult Under Garments tonight?" Nothing about this band was understated. Everything was over the top in total bombast and beauty and fine tuned greatness.

Alright, so expect more updates than I have been doing lately.

Oh, and I'm gonna be in LA the week of December 12. I'm going to be DJing at Cinespace on December 14 for the Oohlas show (and single release party!). Please come and buy a single and dance with me. Thank you.

KAREN'S NEW BOYFRIEND

Thanks to Jason Roth for sending me this jem.

THE RAINBOW CONNECTION

Oh My Goodness. I'm sitting here at work and literally tearing up because if i started laughing, I dont think i could stop.

Join Me

Thanks to Matthew Hanagan for sending me this.

MMMM! PUPPY PASTA!



I'm gonna write about my weekned later today. I hope everyone had a good holiday/weekend. Mine was spent cleaning my room and not drinking. It's been over a week since my last drink and I'm not even craving booze at all. I went from 4 drinks a night to 4 drinks a week and now none at all. Next I gotta stop smoking and I'll be vice free.

WHAT IT REALLY STANDS FOR

Every couple of weeks my poor buddy, the Vicar, has to hear me complain about the shit I read on the internet. The Vicar has never read a blog (apart from stereogum when we were working on our Halloween costumes), including this one (thankfully), and never understands what the fuck me and my friends are banging on about when we're like "Did you see that funny link on thighswide?" And he certainly doesn't understand why I get so bummed out when I start fretting about what people I've never met (or have met but remain anonymous online) have to say about me.

The other night when I was walking to Max Fish from the Kasabian show (they were great by the way, and perfect for all those latter day Primal Scream fans like myself) with my the exotic ladies and the Vicar and I was moping and the girls and i were kvetching about the criticisims when The Vicar, who was 10 feet ahead of us and growing fed up, turned around and said:
Bring
Love
Online,
Guys.

So with that, i'm bringing nothing but love from now on. Not that I don't normally... but now more than ever.

Starting with this.

SPIN READERS POLL

Hello. Rarely do I suggest SPIN stuff (church and state/shul and state/mosque and state etc)... but this might be fun.

HOLY CRAP

Um... literallyPink Locusts from North Africa Swarm Through Cairo. What other plagues will be happening, you think?

MY NEW FAVORITE BLOG

It's Superficial just like me.

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING GROSS...

So naturally you have to look.

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARF!

UPDATE: Everyone i sent this link too said it was the most disgusting thing they'd ever seen. The Vicar asked me where i "get this shit"... the answer: from message boards I look at filled with people who have sick brains. I also told him that i was about to gag (which is how i guess you get that stuff in the first place), and he stopped talking to me.

SO MUCH AWESOME

I know this is sort of short notice... but i highly suggest you go to this tonight.

CHANGE YOUR TASTE IN ...

Tonight The Tarts of Plezza are hosting the Melissa Auf De Maur Aufterparty at the Darkroom (Ludlow btw Houston and Stanton). It begins at 11 or 12. There's no list. Karen and I will be pressing play on cd decks that will be playing indie shit you've never heard, pop crap you're embarassed you love (and that will one day get us fired for playing), and everything in between.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but everytime Hail to the Theif or Amnesiac comes on my iTunes I switch it as fast as possible. I really dont like Radiohead anymore... or at least that new album, and i've been avoiding this for far too long. I was OBSESSED with OK Computer and if i were to choose any album that changed my life, it'd be that one: I listened to it once a day for three years, and when i was 17 it solidified my aspirations to work in the music industry. My thought were "You mean, if i worked in the music industry i could go see radiohead all the time and maybe even meet them? get out!"

But Thom's voice on HTTT and Amnesiac is just plain annoying to me and i find them boring musically. When I see their shows live, i'm stoked and think "I take it all back, this is the greatest band of all time!" but then I'm seated at my desk at work and my iTunes shuffles between bands that sound like radiohead (muse) and bands inspired by bands that sound like radiohead (all of emo released post origin of symmetry), and suddenly "Morning Bell" will come on and i cringe. Am I the only one feeling this way? I fully believe that if Radiohead released Absolution, alters would be built in their honor.

Anyway...

This weekend I saw lots of music and worked on the artwork for the new stolen transmission release (this way i can get that shit out to you all right away instead of the huge delay i had with the first one). I'll be posting about the music the release and everything else soon... Until then, I suggest you check out Dirty On Purpose. They opened for the Arcade Fire the other day and were like a combination of Sigur Ros and Godspeed You! Black Emperor. Definitely way better than the Hidden Cameras in my opinion.

GET MOM'ED

Someone sent me this...


We need your help ---

we are doing a fashion 'before and after' story, where we will take
three college guys and 'clean them up' (style them) to look good to
'meet the parents' (of their girlfriends) during the Holidays...

An Esquire magazine fashion editor will take clothes from the guys'
wardrobes, and with a few select new items, polish them up for
Thanksgiving dinner.

college guys must:
-be telegenic and ok with being on tv
-have girlfriends ok with being on tv

in addition, we're looking to also invite the girlfriends' mothers ('the
parents'), who will also be on tv to witness and comment on the
transformations of their daughters' boyfriends

Date of shoot: Nov 23rd
Arrival time at studio: 6am
(Car Service will be arranged)

Please contact me if you have any suggestions.

Thanks!
Mario

Mario Ruiz
Dan Klores Communications
212-981-5156

A SIGN OF THE APOCALYPSE

... Or is it a sign that our hours spent looking at photos of Britney and Kevin on stereogum actually paid off? Justin Timberlake fans seem to think so.

LOOK! IT'S TRANATUKITTY

COMPLICATED BOOBIES

She was a flashing sk8r girl.

OK, now that i gave you guys that... does anyone have a spare ticket to the Arcade Fire show tomorrow at the bowery ballroom?

COMPLICATED BOOBIES

She was a flashing sk8r girl.

OK, now that i gave you guys that... does anyone have a spare ticket to the Arcade Fire show tomorrow at the bowery ballroom?

AFTERPARTIES

Alright, so here's the deal with the afterparties tonight:

The Midtown afterparty is gonna be at the Darkroom.

The Muse afterparty is gonna be at the Delancey and the Exit are playing a set at 1am and Recover are playing at 2am.

WANNA DRINK FOR FREE?

So everyones been all "Hey Tarts! You guys threw such a good CMJ party.... love the idea of live music for free in an intimate setting where the risk of puking is equal in probability to that of getting your teeth kicked in!
Whens the next one?"

Well, in case you hadnt noticed... we've been having parties EVERY Wednesday at Snitch... but its not until TOMORROW that we've chosen to bring back the rock. Thanks to the hot little bottlerockets at ADDVICE, were bringing you the rocknroll trainwreck known as BLOOM (www.longlivebloom.com).

So heres how its gonna go down....

You get to Snitch (21st street and 6th ave) at 11 pm. The doors and the bar are OPEN. Yeah, I know. Free booze. On a Wednesday! How rad!

The Tarts of Pleasure are gonna be DJing, and you all know how that works... we dance, we mix poorly, Karen will most likely fade out of a song too quickly and I will be too busy paying the bathroom attendants to look the other way to notice...

So then once youre all good and drunk by midnight, this crazy motherpackin band is gonna play. Youre gonna rock out and get sweaty and then be all, "Hey Tarts! What do we do now?" The answer is, you drink some more cheap drinks, and dance the night away to the DJ stylings of Mike Goodstein (WFMU), Massimo (East Village Radio) and Ryan (Teenage Kicks). Theyre
really, really good. AND they actually play vinyl! How weird!

So thats it. And then its four o clock in the fuckin morning... each day gets more and more like the last day!

WHERE: Snitch, 21st and 6th
WHEN: tomorrow, Wednesday, November 10th, 11 pm - 4 am
WHAT: the Tarts of Pleasure present... a Stolen Transmission, with live
performance at midnite by Bloom

be there or be shit

FORGET HOWARD

Who is Paris' super fucking hot to trot date? Hubba hubba. He looks like some dude whose ass I pinched at Misshapes over the weekend.

HOLD ON TO YOUR BAGINAS

Charlie and Chocolate Factory movie poster.

Even the Olsen twins are excited!

THE BRIZZA LOOKING HIZZA

Leave it to stereogum to be out sick the day photos appear on the net where Britney actually looks great! And I fully share her sentiments on Kevin.

SHOW ME THAT SMILE AGAIN

I can't remember if the "Growing Pains" theme song came at the end of the "Simpsons" or "Arrested Development," but thanks to having DiVo i listened to it over and over again until I noticed that Lindsay was in the kitchen and probably plugging her ears due to my "tone-deafness." My singing voice is like birds singing... if they were being tortured.

Annoy your coworkers by downloading tons of TV Theme Songs.

EDIT: Rob pointed out that I was wrong about the theme song used. It was actually the "Perfect Strangers" theme songListen to it here.

TWINS

The other day i was being interviewed by someone and one of the questions asked was whether or not i saw a resemblance in me and Brandon Flowers from the Killers. The others getting interviewed with me all laughed because, yes, the resemblance is sometimes uncanny and often joked about in both camps. I once told a boy that I liked him and his response was "not like you like brandon, i see the way you look at him." but really, the way i look at him, and the way he looks at me, is in total narcassistic amazment.

Another boy i've been often compared to is Brian Molko from Placebo. I just opened up some of the packages on my desk and found this DVD called "Once More With Feeling Videos 1996-2004" that they're putting out soon. It's all their videos (and there's another DVD that's coming out that's of live footage) since the beginning. I pressed play on the first video, "36 Degrees" and gasped from the resemblance.

It's funny... nobody really mentions any girls that I look like.

HEROINE ADDICTS

Thanks to everyone who came out to the very first "Tarts of Pleasure Present: HEROINE". I'm sitting at home, totally sweating my head off and dealling with sinus pressure that is making me trip out.

Check out the ladies of Heroine (Add in Melody Nelson with your mind, she had to leave early cause she was sick). More photos from Heroine.

So apparently Arafat might still be alive? Maybe he's dead now? Not totally sure. What's everyone's thought about what might happen as a result?

The OC is on. I'm not sure what I think about it... Mischa's acting has gotten better, so that's a start, and Seth Cohen is cute as fuck, so that's a plus. But something's missing. Maybe it's the lack of hearing Death Cab for Cutie. Right about now would be a great time for the producers to play "Transatlanticism" ... wait... is that a postal service song? I forget.

GOOD THINGS ARE COMING?

According to various news reports, YASSIR ARAFAT IS DEAD. However according to others, he's just braindead. According the the french he's chilling in Cannes and totally fine.

YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE

Life will feel so much better when you listen to Johnny Boy's "You Are The Generation That Bought More Shoes and You Get What You Deserve" on repeat over and over again. It's almost like Phil Spektor didn't kill anyone and recorded an awesome girl group song instead.

MORE STUFF TO HELP YOU FORGET

Hey look! It's Avril dressed as a hooters waitress:



Here's more photos of her looking rediculously cute.

And check it, NYC has it's very own party scene shutterbug now.

OH FUCK

SAY NO TO KIDS, DRUGS

Say yes to HEROINE

HEY HEY HEY

You know what makes for a really good movie? Turning a cartoon classic into a live action film! Hopefully Joel Madden's cameo will keep Mush Mouth from saying "Whatsa matta fabba Alba?" Karen thinks he looks fiiiiiiine.

Also, the Vicar and I made the best Federlines ever. Thanks to Scott for his inspiration.

"JUST A ONE FINGER VICTORY SALUTE"



Watch it in full here.

LOOK AT THEM GO! LOOK AT THEM GO!

[i had to take down the animation :(]

Go to iTunes and buy the Arcade Fire's "Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)" and watch the animation above while listening to it. They go together really well. I'm not stoned right now... but I am on my 3rd sugar free redbull and could really use some more salt in my diet today. I'm attempting a $20 budget today, but redbulls cost $2.50, and we haven't gotten a new shipment at work, and so I spent $7.50 already. Such bullcrap. How expensive is taurine anyway?

This weekend was so much fun. The Vicar and I went to brunch with Brian & Co., whom returned for the weekend for Grant's show that was sadly cancelled at the last minute, and I think the poor Vicar was semi scarred by my friends' sex tales. I believe the phrase "the only way i could top any of them is if i had an orgy with 3 girls, a dog, and a goat... and then maybe, maybe, i'll have topped them."

After lunch we headed to Garden State Mall. Yes, Garden State Mall in Paramus, NJ. Our drive there started out a bit sour cause we were both still a bit sick, but then Vicar popped this cd by Apoptygma Berzerk, which is this Norwegian industrial goth band that he loves. I kept on thinking of this goth dance that he does as a joke to the song "Starsign" that involves capes and shit and laughed the rest of the drive.

I don't think I've head so much fun on a saturday afternoon in ages. I'm sort of obsessed with Hot Topic. If I'm in a mall and there's a HT, i manage to spend about 2 hours there, no matter the size of it. There's just something I love about the store -- the way it smells, the music they play (on this visit it was a mix of tbs, the killers, yyys, and dashboard), and the people who shop there. I combed through every last rack, and after 2 hours, there was still more to explore, but it was getting late and there was an entire mall to sniff through. Naturally, our next stop was Spencer's gifts. We spent another hour in there.

I think I'm gonna try to make it out to the mall at least once a month. If anyone wants to go, let me know and I'll make a carpool using my mom or dad's car.

After walking around the mall for a few hours we picked up Brother Lawrence and drove him to the Bat Cave for his friend's goth show. He was really pissed off at me cause my phone died and he couldn't reach me the whole day and was trying to hitch a ride back into the city. Thankfully, Vicar was in the car and so Brother Larry held back on yelling at me.

Vicar and I went to Misshapes and got to look at Brian's balls. They looked huge to me, probably cause I haven't seen them in ages. It's funny, sometimes you miss the simple things in life, and in this instance, I missed the simple fact that brian will whip his balls out in a moment's notice for no reason at all.

We all stayed at MisShapes until 5:30, sung happy birthday to the gorgeous Geordan, and went home.

Now here are some links for you:

Triumph being political.

Eminem being political.

The secret origin of the Cocteau Twins.

Check out microchips having sex.

Ben Chappel getting political with Errol Morris on Gothamist.

Two hour open bar this wednesday

MOTHERFUCKERS

The new iPod is crazy.

MOTHERFUCKERS

The new iPod is crazy.

EACH NIGHT I BURY MY LOVE AROUND YOU



That was pretty interesting to watch on Saturday night. It made me late for dancing... you know, watching her dance the gig.

People make fun of Paul Banks' lyrics... I love them. I think he's a genius poet, and a terribly underrated wordsmith. But that's just me. I mean, I want my gravestone to say "Say Hello To the Angels" for goodness sakes.

NEWSFLASH

After Vanilla Ice and The Strokes, Karen and I arw gonna turn this joint into a mall punk extravaganza. We'll meet you at the food court. I'm wearing a My Chemical Romance hoodie, she's in a Taking Back Sunday tank top.

WHERE'S THE LOVE?

Karen and I are DJing right now and we're sick... Sick of everyone telling us to play hip hop. We just put on the arcade fire "neighborhood #3 (power out)". People are dancing!!!! Unreal! Next up is the bravery.

WHERE'S THE LOVE?

Karen and I are DJing right now and we're sick... Sick of everyone telling us to play hip hop. We just put on the arcade fire "neighborhood #3 (power out)". People are dancing!!!! Unreal! Next up is the bravery.

THE SEEDS OF LOVE

It's been an exhausting week for me. Between spending every free second getting the Louis XIV cds out, going to work, and DJ at night to make cash so i can afford things, I've hardly had time to sleep, and as a result, i've gotten a bit sick.

I've got all the vitamin C shit on my desk and have been gobbling it up so I can stop coughing and losing my voice and so my throat wont feel like i've swallowed a pine cone. It's not really working too well, which sucks since I'm not only DJing tonight, but also tomorrow night as well. Vicar has a similar problem and informed me that i'll most likely be bedridden for about 2 days.

Tonight The Tarts are DJing at Red & Black in Brooklyn on North 5th, btw bedford and berry. If you're coming from the city, you might want to cab it.

Tomorrow night I'm DJing the Fiasco show at Rothko, which will be a fucking party if I ever saw one. Fiasco is Grant singing (you might know him from Brian's site), and Fatty (also, from Brian's site), and Amanda from Soviet. Their single sounds like David Bowie fronting the BeeGees. The NSFW video is awesome. [THIS SHOW HAS BEEN CANCELLED CAUSE THERE'S A PROBLEM WITH ROTHKO]

I've really been working hard on cutting back on my drinking. For about two weeks a little while ago I went totally dry, thanks to the accidental influence of the Vicar. But eventually my demons got to me and I've gone back to the bottle. It's really awful, but I think that I tend to do that when there's uncertainty in my life. It's probably true for most people with a "drinking problem."

Wednesday night the tarts had our second stolen transmission party. There was that play off game that we had to play nice to, leaving DJ Vicar waiting patiently to he could play the Pixies and Bloc Party and other shit that Karen and I have been imposing on him for the past few weeks. After Vicar, DJ Jazzy James Iha took on the fine roll of getting kids to dance to discotheque. Ruling the airwaves like it was 1992, I was hoping he'd play some Ace of Base, but alas, that didnt happen.
Here are photos.

For the past week Karen has been playing momma goose to Idlewild, and it was so cute to watch them all follow behind her last night at Crobar when she came into the room. Like little duckies, all around the club until she sat them down. It was really nice to see them again. Roddy's been living in NYC for the past week or two, but the rest of the band came down to party and it was like a summer camp reunion.
Here are photos from that night.

Alright. I'm dont posting more. It took me all day to post this cause i'm distracted. There's a styrofoam cup of champagne sitting on my desk. I am gonna drink it.

This photo makes me happy. It's my friend Robbie from Sacremento. He's a totally gorgeous, and despite what most people at crobar thought last night, he and vicar are not life partners.

MAY I TAKE YOUR ORDER?

Ok, the first batch of LouisXIV cds have gone out. Sorry for the delay, but with CMJ and stuff, it's been a bit hard to do everything. I can't wait to hear what you all think of it!

Also, if you're around tonight, go here. Tell the door guy you're there for Misshapes and you get in free... i'm the one listed as a guest did, but it's actually the Tarts of Pleasure (me and karen).

There's gonna be a top shelf alcohol open bar for a while.