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04.19.03
are you down?
photo:
jinners
ok, apparently les
savy fav play erotic photo hunt A LOT at hi-fi. anna and i headed
over there to wish scott a happy bday (even tho his bday is actually
the 28th, a day after keith's), and found this on the video game
machine. we saw justin of turing machine and the panthers bartending
there and said hello -- and i asked him if that was actually THE
les savy fav. he said probably. word. check out our pathetic attempts
at beating lsf's score. next time we're bringing a bag of quarters
and we're going to get thoroughbred and jinners.com on the fucking
score board! otherwise, the crowd there was pretty lame. that's
what happens when you add a pool table and hip hop music together.
scott and i put a walkmen song into the jukebox, but i left before
it got played. i was tired. i had been out every day this week
and needed some chillax time.
photo:
jinners
anyways, we like
both of justin's bands -- the panthers and turing machine. he's
a very talented guy, that justin. speaking of which, the panthers
are playing tonight at kingsland tavern. get your ass over there,
it's going to be some fucked up shite!
here is a good reason
to respect j panther. justin is working double shifts today and
getting up early tomorrow to go the farmer's market to buy easter
food stuff. then he heads to a panthers photo shoot. then he's
doing that cd release show at night. anna and i plan to bring
him a few red bulls to keep him awake during the show. i don't
want him to fall asleep!
photo:
jinners
04.18.03
liarliarliar!!!
oh my god.
are
the liars really a trio now with the nebraska brothers gone and
a new julian in? at least angus and aaron are still in the band!
according to their new blogger-like news, their next cd will be
tentatively titled "who needs $$ when we got feathers".
and check out this cuddly wuddly picture below from their site.
awwwwww. rockers in love. go angus and plastic-bracelet-fitted
woman (aka karen o).
***
mommy and daddy linked
to my pic.
***
chalk
girls!
rachel draws jinners
at olive vomit (known to most as olive tree). we were on our way
to the village underground to see my boss' band the brilliant
mistakes, and stopped by olive vomit for some grub. we waited
for an hour for our food, and it wasn't even very good food. we
were so pissed! during that hour, rachel and i drew each other.
at least we did something productive...
***
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
SCOTT!
i'm skipping the
witnesses show tonight. motherfucker. instead, i'm going to scott's
birthday bash -- should be loads of fun! i'm ready to feed the
jukebox. this weekend is going to be insane. i can't fucking wait
for the panthers show. i love the panthers! and am looking forward
to entering kingsland tavern. i think it's so fucked up that the
show is there!!
***
yesterday
i left work, and i did NOT put on my headphones. shocker, i know.
i ALWAYS have my fucking headphones on. they're practicaly glued
to my eardrums. it's my own audiosphere from the world. but yesterday
after work, there was NO MUSIC. no soundtrack to guide my steps
or my thoughts. i felt all discombobulated (spelling?) at first.
did i actually hear people talking?? bizarre.
oh, and there are those kids who sell candy on the subway. hershey's
for a dollahhhh! oh, and there are those obnoxious passengers
who feel everyone in the station MUST hear their convo. i'm really
tempted to reach for my walkmen, er, walkman, but i'm
holding back for the good of this experiment. i'm holding back
just to hear something new... new york fucking city. to hear life
passing me by. to hear other lives happening. the buzz of the
subway air conditioner. the sound of tired high heels clattering
onto the subway car before the doors close. people recognizing
each on the train and "catching up". the automated train
announcer ... announces the next stop. oooh, it's my stop. relief.
now i rush to go home and crank up the stereo!
you
guys should also note another great show coming up at luxx. ebay
your raveonettes tix and get on this gravy train:
05.02.03
libertines, brooklyn browngrass, grafton
@ luxx, 8 p.m. $10
04.17.03
things are what you make of them --
put danger back in your life!
SAVE
THE DATE
On the Moon
Music Presents...
BISHOP
ALLEN
FOLKSONGS
FOR THE AFTERLIFE (CD RELEASE!!!)
the $urp!u$
(ex-Moonshake)
chris sizemore with andrew innes (of champale)
MAY 21, 2003 @ luxx, 8 p.m., $5
***
i also bought a two-day
pass with camping to field
day ($175 w/ ticketfucker fees), but i found out that i can
go for free through work. so...if anna also gets in to the show
for free and doesn't take my passes, i'll let y'all know. i think
ticket prices rose yesterday for saturday, from $65 to $75! i'm
pretty sure anna will take the tickets though, so... whatever.
i'm so excited!
04.16.03
it sounds like 1978
photo:
the walkmen or someone...
happy belated birthday, ham. happy quarter of a century old.
i can't believe we're, like, the same age. well almost...i totally
thought you were older, and you are, but not by much.
***
was
relistening to brendan benson yesterday and it made me so happy.
you should go buy his album lapalco if you don't have
it in your collection yet. he has this whimsy built into his tunes,
and it makes you feel like lying in central park with your headphones
on. let the sunshine in!
***
while keith and i were handing in our taxes at 34th street, i
saw protesters circling in front of the steps, shouting, "don't
pay taxes, bush is on acid!" 'nuff said.
***
so
i went to the ganzfeld book release party last night and saw some
avant-garde films set to this bizarre collection of noise/music.
i liked the one with the cats in the theater a lot. stuffed toy
cats, real live kitties, and animated dogs and ridiculous haunted...noise...
well at least it was better than this colonoscopy scene in one
of the other flicks. i was NOT ready to see up someone's ass that
close up. is that what it really looks like???? sheesh.
04.14.03
sing along, idiots
photo:
rehav segev/ny times
the
ny times reviews fischerspooner... again. i really wish i
was able to go to this show just for the spectacle. saryn went
and said that it was a total trip. tickets were a little too pricey
for me. i'm not paying $35 bucks to see fischerspooner!
while the ny times was really into fischerspooner last summer,
this time around the paper seems less enchanted. were they turned
off by the "big" capitol records deal? i listened to
the cd a few times and the only song i could even remotely like
was "the 15th" for reasons obvious to people in the
know. but i kind of admire the performance art aspect of the group.
i don't think they were ever completely about making good music.
they're more about creating a provocative visual and audio experience.
i just wish that the audio lived up to the visual spectacle.
rachel
says this
is so effing great! i agree.
***
shirts
off!
so from the discussion on french
kicks message board, people were kicked out of their chicago
show with the natural history cuz it was too crowded. in detroit,
word on the street is that the group covered the walkmen's "we've
been had" and nick took off his shirt... yo, what's up with
that???
cry
babies
with beck and dashboard confessional touring together, it's going
to be a deeply depressing, intense cry fest, don'tcha think? peeps
will be holding hands, blowing their noses, wiping tears away
on their leather wrist bands, singing along to the music like
kumbaya (spelling?). it's going to be fabulous.
***
idlewild
vs. oasis
i feel kind of sour b/c my voucher for the new idlewild cd expired,
and i didn't realize there was an expiration date. d'oh! anyhoo,
idlewild
says oasis lyrics are "terrible". i thought i'd
put idlewild lyrics side by side with the oasis lyrics, just for
a basis of comparison. what do you think?
idlewild's
"a modern way of letting go"
if i know what i know
that noone will watch over you
and someone shouldn't really tell me
what i want to know
i know oh oh
i know that matters dont matter as much
as you think they do
cos you will only be yourself
and you can never be yourself
and you will only be yourself
when you understand what you know
how long will we go on
with the modern way of letting go
tell me how long will we go on
with the modern way of letting you go
if i know what i know
losing isn't learnin to be lost
its learnin to know when you're lost
and i know what i know
i wanna make the most of what it seems like
you will only be yourself
and you can never be yourself
and you will only be yourself
when you understand what you know
how long will we go on
with the modern way of letting you go
tell me how long will we go on
with the modern way of letting you go
oasis'
"hung in a bad place"
I can go where I wanna
Be who I wanna be now
I can sleep under water
Never worried what I'm gonna dream now
Yeah the times come and gone
And I know where I'm from
And can be so...
It's hasta manana
You're on your own banana skin feet now
Yeah I've been hung in a bad place
Had no sun over my face
Yeah I've been hung in a bad place
For too long
I can say what I wanna
Feel how I wanna feel now
I can squeeze all the hours
I choose to devour with ease now
I can sing to the trees
Tarzan on harmonies for free yeah
You've been blocked and you're stalling
Nature is calling for me (you got me!)
Yeah I've been hung in a bad place
Had no sun over my face
Yeah I've been hung in a bad place
For too long
***
madge
gets her freak on
lucky for madonna, missy elliott remixed
her song, "american life". but so did paul oakenfeld,
felix da housecat, and peter rauhofer... do people really want
to help madge that badly? i mean, i love missy, but i dunno if
even she can save this really WACK track. i think it's
just another way to promote missy's protege tweet, who strangely
appears on this remix. as if there wasn't enough going on in the
song! not only is missy and madge spittin', there's that annoying
electronic effect on madonna's voice, and those really odd voice
overs that announce "this is a madonna exclusive". thanks
for oh-so-graciously pointing that out.
***
pink
spring
style.com says pink lipstick is in. this is good
news for me, as i adore soft (shiny or matte) pink lips. here
are two of my faves:
tony & tina lipgloss (shamanka)
mac satin lipstick (pink
nouveau)
on
another note, tony & tina says red lipstick "encourages
you to shine and alleviates fear." bring it awwn, baby! here's
my fave red lipstick:
lancome rouge magnetic (breathless), surfing around looking for
a link to this lipstick, i'm not sure they make this shade anymore...
but it's HOT.
you
can find more color energy info in t&t's fun, recreational
book.
and if you're not convinced (as i'm not completely convinced),
stephan jenkins from third eye blind says, "As a total skeptic
about homeopathy and the search for the next quick fix, it was
all the more surprising to me to find meaning in an encounter
with Tina; she really does have the power to make people feel
better and I am cheered by the exuberance with which Tina and
Tony bring color to peoples lives, inside and out." hmm,
i wonder what color stephan prefers? also, i don't understand
why he is described as a musician and an actor. actor??? puh-lease.
04.13.03
here we are now, entertain us
photo:
rachel lovinger
the
vines are really bad. if i ever had any doubts before, last
night's show at vomitland confirmed it. the only thing they are
remotely good at are those fast, herky jerky songs that cause
craig to go spastic and destroy drum sets with his fancy schmancy
guitars. the fact that he can do that even pisses me off a little.
those fuckers can afford to smash drum sets and fuck up their
guitar. twice in one show, no less. but honestly, that was the
only really entertaining part of the show. that's what they're
good (decent) at. that's what they should stick to. instead the
vines tried to branch out with a slow-mo cover of outkast's
"ms. jackson" (i would rather hear them cover "bombs
over baghdad") -- a painful four minutes of craig trying
to sing, when we all know this aussie's only good at screaming
and banging his pretty lil' head. every other song was a slow
song, and the 15 year olds standing around me were holding their
lighters up in the air swaying to the, uh, music. speaking of
the music, the psychedelico disco band, the music, opened for
the vines. bad bad bad. i don't like the voodoo that you do! please
stop humping the mic stand, it doesn't turn anyone on, but yourself.
seriously. rachel and i have christened them as "the suck".
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