TICKETS ARE ON SALE NOW
For the Killers show at Bowery. Don't say I didn't warn you. Click Here.
And if you even TRY to take my spot at the front of the stage I will break your knees.
Also, as if that weren't enought, the Libertines are playing the next night, then the Music is playing the night right after that. I think the NME are gonna try to rent out my closet for one of their reporters to stay in.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
BREAKING NEWS
Penn brothers want Bush in frat, not the White House
I honestly can't decide which quote is more fascinating:
"I think I would rather have Kerry hold my feet during a keg stand because, let's face it, you need... someone responsible to do something like that," Penn junior Patrick Carroll said.
"You wouldn't want to fall and chip your teeth on the keg or something, and I could just picture 'college-era' Bush seeing a hot girl across the room and dropping everything he was doing to go talk to her," the Kappa Alpha brother said.
"Nader wouldn't have a chance," Brodsky explained. "Kerry is cool because he has morals, something G.W. and Nader do not, but George Bush is the only one that I can see playing Beirut [aka Beer Pong] while shot-gunning a Natty Ice. So I guess I'd have to pick Bush."
Penn brothers want Bush in frat, not the White House
I honestly can't decide which quote is more fascinating:
"I think I would rather have Kerry hold my feet during a keg stand because, let's face it, you need... someone responsible to do something like that," Penn junior Patrick Carroll said.
"You wouldn't want to fall and chip your teeth on the keg or something, and I could just picture 'college-era' Bush seeing a hot girl across the room and dropping everything he was doing to go talk to her," the Kappa Alpha brother said.
"Nader wouldn't have a chance," Brodsky explained. "Kerry is cool because he has morals, something G.W. and Nader do not, but George Bush is the only one that I can see playing Beirut [aka Beer Pong] while shot-gunning a Natty Ice. So I guess I'd have to pick Bush."
I LIKE STUFF, HE LIKES STUFF, THAT'S COOL
In an amazing turn of events, MTV's fantastic show, "Room Raiders," has ventured out of Bergen County, NJ and into Miami tonight! Oh joy! Karen are you on top of this?
I went to see Dennis' new band The Sons of Sound. Holy shit! Run, do no walk, to their next show. As soon as I find out when it is, i'll post it here. Watching their set tonight was like seeing a combination of Muse and Secret Machines with a slight disco punk beat. Truely fantastic. The songs are there, the sound is there, everything was there. Shockingly, I think it's something like their 2nd show as a full band. Dennis used to be the lead singer of the Realistics, and his new band is nothing like it, so don't show up expecting that sort of thing.
J'adore le Family Guy. So should you. Now you can buy Family Guy action figures. This is so much awesome.
Growing up my brother Lawrence was a huge fan of Andrew Dice Clay. I must say, the dude is still awesome.
Also, one of my friendsters/slight internet crushes, Ollie, has a band in LA called The Ooh Las. I've never met Ollie in person, but I always thought she looked really pretty in photos. So when I found out she had a band I was pretty suprised and eager to hear what they sound like. Low and behold, she sounds a bit like Kim Deal and I was quite impressed. Anyway, her band is looking for drummer, so if you're a drummer in LA please check this out.
So, since this blog is about my sobriety (or more often, lack there of, I figured that I'd share that tonight I didn't have one drop of alcohol. Impressed? Didn't think so. Earlier in the night, I was debating going over to Filter 14 for the Girls & Boys reunion party which is happening right now and probably off the hook. But I am exhausted. I need sleep, no alcohol, and nothing else in my body that doesn't belong there. This weekend is Siren Festival so I will probably be unable to walk straight for the next week. Viva being drunk beyond retardation!
OK, this post was boring. No personality. Sorry. Hopefully you found out about some cool bands and stuff!
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
HUBBA HUBBA
I'm gonna let Grambo take care of the Britney gossip while StereoBritney is doing trust falls with the fine people of his office.
Instead of Brit, I'll give you this fucking hot photo of the Presley women (three generations, whoa). Grandaughter Elvis is a model -- looks like she's got a bright future.
I'm gonna let Grambo take care of the Britney gossip while StereoBritney is doing trust falls with the fine people of his office.
Instead of Brit, I'll give you this fucking hot photo of the Presley women (three generations, whoa). Grandaughter Elvis is a model -- looks like she's got a bright future.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
BY THE WAY
The super awesome photos I've featured the past couple of days can be found in their full amazing glory right here, along with amazing photos of British Sea Power and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
The super awesome photos I've featured the past couple of days can be found in their full amazing glory right here, along with amazing photos of British Sea Power and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
BY THE WAY
The super awesome photos I've featured the past couple of days can be found in their full amazing glory right here, along with amazing photos of British Sea Power and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
The super awesome photos I've featured the past couple of days can be found in their full amazing glory right here, along with amazing photos of British Sea Power and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Monday, July 12, 2004
I SEE THAT YOU'VE COME TO RESIST ME
Apart from seeing Anchorman last night and listening to the new Interpol album on repeat 39 times, the most exciting thing to happen to me this weekend was going to Misshapes. I came with Niki and Brian dressed in all white from the 40oz extravaganza that was the White Party, and arrived on a drunkfest of dancers. I need to remind myself to give up wearing heels. I hate them, they hate me, and after about a half hour of standing around and maybe dancing a bit (i REALLY dont remember), I decided it was time to go home. Oh, but this was just after a boy, who was standing near the DJ booth, toppled over. Just like... timber style. The poor boy hit his head on his way down and under a counter just at Brian's feet. So a few people propped him up and Brian carried him out with a bouncer cause, Holy Cute Drunken Boy, Batman, it was clear that this boy needed to go home. Sadly, the boy was still outside about 15 minutes later leaning against a wall. He looked like a poor puppy. We went over to help him out and figure out how to get him home. I took his wallet out of his pants and handed it over to Brian who did some investigating and found out where he lived. His phone was dead so we couldn't call any of his friends. We tried to get him in a cab and Niki tried to convince me not to take him home. I love strays! After trying to get him to let us put him in a cab for about 10 minutes, Niki grabbed my hand and led me to a cab so we could go home.
Anyway, I posted a missed connection for the boy to make sure he made it home OK. Still no word. Hope he's alright!
By the way, Greg went to see The Five O'Clock Heroes at Mercury Lounge on Friday and said that they were fantastic. I am pretty much in love with their song "Run to Her." Sadly, their website is acting up, so you might have to check back.
Apart from seeing Anchorman last night and listening to the new Interpol album on repeat 39 times, the most exciting thing to happen to me this weekend was going to Misshapes. I came with Niki and Brian dressed in all white from the 40oz extravaganza that was the White Party, and arrived on a drunkfest of dancers. I need to remind myself to give up wearing heels. I hate them, they hate me, and after about a half hour of standing around and maybe dancing a bit (i REALLY dont remember), I decided it was time to go home. Oh, but this was just after a boy, who was standing near the DJ booth, toppled over. Just like... timber style. The poor boy hit his head on his way down and under a counter just at Brian's feet. So a few people propped him up and Brian carried him out with a bouncer cause, Holy Cute Drunken Boy, Batman, it was clear that this boy needed to go home. Sadly, the boy was still outside about 15 minutes later leaning against a wall. He looked like a poor puppy. We went over to help him out and figure out how to get him home. I took his wallet out of his pants and handed it over to Brian who did some investigating and found out where he lived. His phone was dead so we couldn't call any of his friends. We tried to get him in a cab and Niki tried to convince me not to take him home. I love strays! After trying to get him to let us put him in a cab for about 10 minutes, Niki grabbed my hand and led me to a cab so we could go home.
Anyway, I posted a missed connection for the boy to make sure he made it home OK. Still no word. Hope he's alright!
By the way, Greg went to see The Five O'Clock Heroes at Mercury Lounge on Friday and said that they were fantastic. I am pretty much in love with their song "Run to Her." Sadly, their website is acting up, so you might have to check back.
I SWEAR THIS IS NOT A FANSITE!
But I just got word that The Killers will be playing at Bowery Ballroom on August 16. I think you can buy tickets on ticketweb this time.
But I just got word that The Killers will be playing at Bowery Ballroom on August 16. I think you can buy tickets on ticketweb this time.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY HEART AND SOUL
this is a wasteland now
OK, it's only July (it took me a moment to think of what month it was, yikes), and I'm already fretting over what my favorite album of the year will be. I've got it narrowed down to five, but choosing the order is causing me to break out in hives:
Interpol - Antics
The Killers - The Hot Fuss
Franz Ferdinand - Franz Ferdinand
My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
Muse - Absolution
My gosh! Um... I really fucking love music. My ears are constantly happy and 2004 has made my ears dance so much!
What's your top five?
(btw, if you're wondering why Modest Mouse is missing, it's because whenever i listen to the album i skip directly to "float on" and play it on repeat until someone throws a shoe at my head)
Also, totally off topic, but i've got the strongest urge to take Ashlee Simpson under my wing. I honestly think i can be a good influence on her. I feel like she's lost and needs guidence and I am just the right person to give that guidence to her. I'd make her mix tapes. Take her to shows. Help her write songs. It'd be so much fun. She'd also end up a raging alcoholic, but i mean, she wants to be rock and roll right?
this is a wasteland now
OK, it's only July (it took me a moment to think of what month it was, yikes), and I'm already fretting over what my favorite album of the year will be. I've got it narrowed down to five, but choosing the order is causing me to break out in hives:
Interpol - Antics
The Killers - The Hot Fuss
Franz Ferdinand - Franz Ferdinand
My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge
Muse - Absolution
My gosh! Um... I really fucking love music. My ears are constantly happy and 2004 has made my ears dance so much!
What's your top five?
(btw, if you're wondering why Modest Mouse is missing, it's because whenever i listen to the album i skip directly to "float on" and play it on repeat until someone throws a shoe at my head)
Also, totally off topic, but i've got the strongest urge to take Ashlee Simpson under my wing. I honestly think i can be a good influence on her. I feel like she's lost and needs guidence and I am just the right person to give that guidence to her. I'd make her mix tapes. Take her to shows. Help her write songs. It'd be so much fun. She'd also end up a raging alcoholic, but i mean, she wants to be rock and roll right?
Friday, July 9, 2004
MY CHEMICAL BLOG
Get ready to hate me for ruining your productivity. Play tetris.
Play tetris while listening to "Angst in my Pants" on repeat, which Scott kindly uploaded for me here.
NEWS FLASH!
Jude Law is really motherfucking hot
So is Ashlee Simpson. C'mon, don't be hating... you know you wanna stick your hand in her cleave.
Last night i was riding my bike on Houston at about 2 am from Lit where I was celebrating Raphael the Boyfriend's birthday when who do i see? None other than Shandi from the second season of America's Next Top Model. I nearly got into an accident gawking. She was my favorite!
So immediately after spying her, i rang up Karen to let her know. I was just driving by Welcome to the Johnsons on my way home and out pops Johnny Knoxville. I was like "Hi Kare-- holy shit. Johnny Knoxville." And peddled away.
Lastly, I don't know if you guys like to party, but if you do, ProductShopNYC and Halified will be throwing a funtastic party. Here's the rules:
"If you don't know the drill, let me lay the track down for ya. Ya gots to wear all white clothing - that means ALL WHITE CLOTHING. You gots to drink either champagne or 40s - no cheap ass cracker shit. And that's it. can ya dig it? I knew ya could! We're going to be laying down the phattest beats all night, everything from Mase to Nas to Biz Markie to Lil' Kim to Rakim to Kriss Kross to B.I.G., and all you got to do is show up."
Get ready to hate me for ruining your productivity. Play tetris.
Play tetris while listening to "Angst in my Pants" on repeat, which Scott kindly uploaded for me here.
NEWS FLASH!
Jude Law is really motherfucking hot
So is Ashlee Simpson. C'mon, don't be hating... you know you wanna stick your hand in her cleave.
Last night i was riding my bike on Houston at about 2 am from Lit where I was celebrating Raphael the Boyfriend's birthday when who do i see? None other than Shandi from the second season of America's Next Top Model. I nearly got into an accident gawking. She was my favorite!
So immediately after spying her, i rang up Karen to let her know. I was just driving by Welcome to the Johnsons on my way home and out pops Johnny Knoxville. I was like "Hi Kare-- holy shit. Johnny Knoxville." And peddled away.
Lastly, I don't know if you guys like to party, but if you do, ProductShopNYC and Halified will be throwing a funtastic party. Here's the rules:
"If you don't know the drill, let me lay the track down for ya. Ya gots to wear all white clothing - that means ALL WHITE CLOTHING. You gots to drink either champagne or 40s - no cheap ass cracker shit. And that's it. can ya dig it? I knew ya could! We're going to be laying down the phattest beats all night, everything from Mase to Nas to Biz Markie to Lil' Kim to Rakim to Kriss Kross to B.I.G., and all you got to do is show up."
Thursday, July 8, 2004
SMILE LIKE YOU MEAN IT
In something that's really not gonna help my case in proving that this ISN'T a Killers fansite: Bid on Brandon Flowers' worn out, used, dirty, mormon Vans on ebay.
Ryan Rayhil either doesn't like Jesus, Asians, or Alex Chow... you which.
Speaking of Asians, this is weird.
Thank you Jon Hurwitz for gracing me with the Bloc Party music video that you can watch here. I really, really, really want to see a video for "She's Hearing Voices.
And lastly, "Angst in My Pants" by Sparks is such a fucking great song. People, how are we allowing this gem to die? You can listen to a 30 second clip of it here but that's really not enough. Look for the song on itunes and make sure you don't buy the remix like I accidently did.
In something that's really not gonna help my case in proving that this ISN'T a Killers fansite: Bid on Brandon Flowers' worn out, used, dirty, mormon Vans on ebay.
Ryan Rayhil either doesn't like Jesus, Asians, or Alex Chow... you which.
Speaking of Asians, this is weird.
Thank you Jon Hurwitz for gracing me with the Bloc Party music video that you can watch here. I really, really, really want to see a video for "She's Hearing Voices.
And lastly, "Angst in My Pants" by Sparks is such a fucking great song. People, how are we allowing this gem to die? You can listen to a 30 second clip of it here but that's really not enough. Look for the song on itunes and make sure you don't buy the remix like I accidently did.
IT TOOK A LIFESPAN WITH NO CELLMATE
Today is Raphael the Boyfriend's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! He's very cute as you can see. Come to Lit tonight so you can make out with him, spill drinks at the open bar (there's some sort of open bar at like 11 or midnight for vodka and beer), and dance to Pulp. We'll begging the bouncers to not kick us out at around 10:30ish.
Today is Raphael the Boyfriend's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! He's very cute as you can see. Come to Lit tonight so you can make out with him, spill drinks at the open bar (there's some sort of open bar at like 11 or midnight for vodka and beer), and dance to Pulp. We'll begging the bouncers to not kick us out at around 10:30ish.
GOTTA GOTTA GET UP
My friend Bruce is a genius. He pointed out that the way Brandon Flowers sings in the beginning of The Killers song "Mr. Brightside" sounds exactly like the way the guy from Underworld sings in "Born Slippy." (aka the awesome techno song from the Trainspotting soundtrack that ushered me to my very first tragically drunken night in 1996 causing me to get grounded for about 2 years.)
My friend Bruce is a genius. He pointed out that the way Brandon Flowers sings in the beginning of The Killers song "Mr. Brightside" sounds exactly like the way the guy from Underworld sings in "Born Slippy." (aka the awesome techno song from the Trainspotting soundtrack that ushered me to my very first tragically drunken night in 1996 causing me to get grounded for about 2 years.)
Wednesday, July 7, 2004
YOU SHOULD BE IN MY SPACE, YOU SHOULD BE IN MY LIFE
Guess what? The Interpol album sounded better today. How the fuck? It's like a virus that spreads and spreads awesomeness. I wonder how much money My Space will offer the band for permission to use the song "NARC" which has the lyric of the this post's subject heading.
I sort of want to drink a bottle of wine (something I never do, seriously), light a candle, and be all gothemo and listen to this album and cry about how pretty the sounds and lyrics are.
Over the weekend I had a bunch of friends visit me. Amy and Shaun from LA who decided to take a quickie trip to NYC before Shaun had to go back on tour with his band for Warped Tour. My friend Bruce, whom was here from London (originally from New Zealand), also stayed over at the same time and it never felt cramped in my bedroom. We spent the nights dancing at Motherfucker (me and a friend joke that if we ever got married, our wedding would have to be at Motherfucker ... and our son's bris... and our passover seders...) and Misshapes (you can see photos of all the new hot and slutty misshapers here), and brunching and watching countless episodes of "Family Guy" and they became addicted to SPARKS thanks to me and Karen. By the way, Karen has vowed to stop drinking so much SPARKS... seems she's "losing time."
My roof is apparently the best place to see fireworks in NYC so I invited a bunch of people at the last minute to my impromptu BYOB shindig. Everyone was kind enough to bring me a bottle of booze whenever they came over, so i was pretty fucking gone by the time the fireworks began. I ran around kissing boys on my roofdeck and canoodling with republican orthodox jewish boys whom used to be so religious that giving me a hug would've been a sin in their eyes. Karen and I attempted to get people to sing the National Athem... that didn't work so well.
Once the fireworks were over Briankeepsadiary rallied up a posse of people to go over to David Lee Roth's apartment down the block cause apparently he was also having a party. However, once they got there (i stayed home to decompress), the party was over so they posed next to DLR's mazzuzah and mailbox (which apparently just says DLR -- I was hoping it'd say Diamond Dave). Fun times.
Lastnight I finally went to that party at Happy Endings that Alex Chow had been telling me about for a thousand years that I was always too lazy to go to. Fuck, I blew it. So many cute faces, so many fashionable kids, so many good tunes. It was Bruce's last night in NYC and I really hope he had a fun time. Here's a photo of us practicing Blue Steel at Happy Endings.
OK. Time to sign off. Thanks again to everyone for sending me their cutie pet photos!
Here's a photo of my blind shih-tzu. She's 15 years old and I was babysitting her for the day a week ago. I love her so much that I resisted petting other dogs for about 12 years cause that'd make her jealous. I want to hug her all day long and I miss her on the weekdays. Anyway, she's blind, so I was sort of surprised when she sat up and started watching TV.
Guess what? The Interpol album sounded better today. How the fuck? It's like a virus that spreads and spreads awesomeness. I wonder how much money My Space will offer the band for permission to use the song "NARC" which has the lyric of the this post's subject heading.
I sort of want to drink a bottle of wine (something I never do, seriously), light a candle, and be all gothemo and listen to this album and cry about how pretty the sounds and lyrics are.
Over the weekend I had a bunch of friends visit me. Amy and Shaun from LA who decided to take a quickie trip to NYC before Shaun had to go back on tour with his band for Warped Tour. My friend Bruce, whom was here from London (originally from New Zealand), also stayed over at the same time and it never felt cramped in my bedroom. We spent the nights dancing at Motherfucker (me and a friend joke that if we ever got married, our wedding would have to be at Motherfucker ... and our son's bris... and our passover seders...) and Misshapes (you can see photos of all the new hot and slutty misshapers here), and brunching and watching countless episodes of "Family Guy" and they became addicted to SPARKS thanks to me and Karen. By the way, Karen has vowed to stop drinking so much SPARKS... seems she's "losing time."
My roof is apparently the best place to see fireworks in NYC so I invited a bunch of people at the last minute to my impromptu BYOB shindig. Everyone was kind enough to bring me a bottle of booze whenever they came over, so i was pretty fucking gone by the time the fireworks began. I ran around kissing boys on my roofdeck and canoodling with republican orthodox jewish boys whom used to be so religious that giving me a hug would've been a sin in their eyes. Karen and I attempted to get people to sing the National Athem... that didn't work so well.
Once the fireworks were over Briankeepsadiary rallied up a posse of people to go over to David Lee Roth's apartment down the block cause apparently he was also having a party. However, once they got there (i stayed home to decompress), the party was over so they posed next to DLR's mazzuzah and mailbox (which apparently just says DLR -- I was hoping it'd say Diamond Dave). Fun times.
Lastnight I finally went to that party at Happy Endings that Alex Chow had been telling me about for a thousand years that I was always too lazy to go to. Fuck, I blew it. So many cute faces, so many fashionable kids, so many good tunes. It was Bruce's last night in NYC and I really hope he had a fun time. Here's a photo of us practicing Blue Steel at Happy Endings.
OK. Time to sign off. Thanks again to everyone for sending me their cutie pet photos!
Here's a photo of my blind shih-tzu. She's 15 years old and I was babysitting her for the day a week ago. I love her so much that I resisted petting other dogs for about 12 years cause that'd make her jealous. I want to hug her all day long and I miss her on the weekdays. Anyway, she's blind, so I was sort of surprised when she sat up and started watching TV.
Tuesday, July 6, 2004
ROSEMARY, HEAVEN RESTORES YOU IN LIFE
Alright, so I've downloaded the new Interpol album. To be perfectly honest, the first time I heard it I was like "this is good... but yeah, it's good." Despite being a fan since 1999 or 2000 or something (not to pull shit like that out...), it took me about a week or two to agree with my friend that Turn on the Bright Lights was an orgasmic album. It was a grower. For whatever reason I thought that Antics would appeal to me instantly. It was appealing, but definitely not something that made me feel less complete if I didn't listen to it at least once in the day. I thought something was wrong with me. Paul's lyrics/voice was definitely stunning, and the band sounded really grand and epic, as promised. But the emotional pull was missing.
Then this weekend happened. Suddenly, like an anvil falling on a coyote's head, I was struck down by its absolute gorgeousness. Paul has such a way with lyrics sometimes -- he's able to make the most ridiculous line sound like absolute poetry written by Rimbaud -- and the band knows how to make those statements sound like the most profound declarations of all time with their swooping sounds that suddenly become soundtracks to your life.
The other day I was riding my bike through the city when "Take You on a Cruise" came on. I must've yelled "i am the scavenger!" really loudly cause everyone started staring at me. And last week I DJed the single "Slow Hands" at Crobar and people were actually dancing to it. I was pretty stoked.
This album just gave me a boner.
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