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Sunday, December 14, 2003

Dear You,

I don't use this anymore. Please go here until further notice. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Me

Thursday, November 27, 2003

Pitchfork's Top 100 albums of the '90s [redux]. I so knew OK Computer was going to be #1.

Wednesday, November 26, 2003

Britney rules, Michael drools. This is Brit's fourth consecutive #1? What?

Also: Motley Crue... Ew...

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

The Rapture on Letterman 11/28. House OF! Jealous and bickering family members around the Thanksgiving dinner TABLE!

Monday, November 24, 2003

Let's all take a moment to file this under "What in the holy FUCK?" Why would I want to drink pastry? It just... isn't computing in my brain. But just take a look at these quotes and you'll understand why 85% of all international crack cocaine traffic is circulating out of the Snapple World Headquarters...
SNAPPLE PIE
"Who says pie only comes in an aluminum tin?" said Maura Mottolese, Vice President, Snapple Marketing. "Our Snapple Pie juice drink allows you to have pie all day long... and the best part is you don't have to turn on the oven. All you have to do is pop the cap!"

And of course the classic: If you don't have time to bake a pie this holiday season, use this easy and delicious drink recipe for Snapple Pie a la Mode. Simply warm up a batch of Snapple Pie, top with a scoop of your favorite vanilla ice cream and whipped cream, drizzle with caramel, serve with a spoon and enjoy!

FUCKING SCARY. (link via Weebl, natch).

You know who's gonna go down to Whole Foods and buy some tomorrow though? Me, bitches!
Cryptic message on Awek's Web site:

We're done. It's been fun. Thanks for all the support.

Do they mean done with the album or done period?

In other news, Michael Jackson's hopped on the blogwagon (link via Stereogum).

Friday, November 21, 2003

WARNING: MASSIVE HIPSTER NYC SHOW UPDATE

So, Wednesday I amble over to Plaid (I know...) to repersent my peeps: said peeps being Mommy and Daddy and everyone's favorite Van Halen fans, The Boxes. Muchas thanks to Vivian for sneaking me into the show via the stage door. Anyway, I was surprised to notice that the room wasn't even half-full? OK, Plaid sucks, we know, but come on! I don't give a shit about the venue, if good bands are playing then I'll show!

So the first band up was The Rocks - well, at least 2/3 of them - Vivian had to fill in on bass and a mystery drummer named Kevin held his own... even though he hasn't even heard some of the songs yet! They reminded me of Pulp, The Strokes, Blur and just about every garage band formed post 9-11 (but in an utterly good way). The singer liked to walk around and sing/scream in people's faces, much to my amusement, much to the dismay of Jenny from Aeki Tuesday. But we had a blast, even despite recoiling in horror every five minutes.

The Boxes came on next: am I the only person who serisouly thinks they should be playing more? Like, every night? In my room? I thought not! Much like The Darkness, but without the catsuits and smack, the Boxes know how to write the perefct metal-riff without sounding cheesy. Some one sign them!

Vivian was already all sweaty and suff from playing with the Rocks, so I cuold only imagine the state that the upcoming M&D set would leave her in. Would she pass out? vomit? Have a stroke? Thruth of the matter is, she didn't even break a nail! A small but utterly devoted group of fans sang along and loved every minute of it. At the end the guitarsit from the Rocks jumped onstage to perform a number with them. Guitar. My world has spun around a total 180. Rock.

Last night, My Favorite, Saintface, Washington Social Club and The Hong Kong played the Knitting Factory. First off, I'd liek to take a public stand and say the THE KNITTING FACTORY FUCKING SUCKS. BALLS. There's really nothing more to it. Take a fucking picture, they kick you out (I saw it happen twice...), and I know one of the qualifications to become a bouncer is to have a fucking 6th grade education but goddamn, they're pushing fucking limits over there. But alas, it's the only all-ages venue in Manhattan that books half (and sometimes fully) decent bands, so whatchagonnado?

Anyway, we got there about one third into Sintface's set, and I gotta say... not doing it for me. Yes, you like the Smiths. I like the Smiths. Hell, we all love the Smiths. But there's a boundary to how much you can rip off a band, and by golly, Saintface, you've crossed it. "There is a Room"? Oh, that wouldn't be a song about knowing you have a perfect, undeniable love somewhere on Earth, is it? Because, if it is so, the song's called "THERE IS A MOTHERFUCKING LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT"! I wish you'd played "The Headmaster's Ritual" when I requested it. Not that the songs were bad, it's just a question of merit, boys.

Moving on. The Hong Kong were on next. I'd never seen them live before, but have worn out their MP3s to death and bounce around my room to "Mazerati" constantly. They're like Blondie, only cooler, because I can actually go to see them perform! And I give MEGA props to Cathrine, the vocalist, for holding that note at the end of "Mazerati" exactly like in the recording. Fucking awesome.

Next, Washington Social Club came on... not that i'm against pop-punk or anything (ah... junior high...) but they kind of killed the '80s mood that was swingin'. had I seen them in a differnt context, I might have enjoyed them better, but... nah. The singer was pretty funny though.

Singer: Who's going to be here tomorrow for the Bright Eyes show? Say hi to Conor for me. Give him a big wet sloppy kiss.

Crowd: [Silence]

Singer: Well, yeah, what the fuck?

Jasper took pictures of the female bassist. Moving right along to...

My Favorite. Do I need to stop yakking about this band? Yes, but I also need a pony, and I ain't getting one soon. Every now and then it's really good to get into a really, really cult band. These guys fans are incredible. I remember seeing them back in the day, uh, last May at Northsix during the Kanine Records parties. I had only heard a few songs (notably the one on the Kanine Compilation, "My Life With the Living Dead"). They're preformance was sturdy, but not ground breaking, so I decided to wait out on the release of their new double album, The Happiest Days of Our Lives. I have now probably clocked 15 hours of listening time since last week. Consequently, their performance last night was the highlight of my MF incubation. Michael broke the mic stand, melodicas were twiddled with, Hello Kitty ballerina dolls were molested. I can't choose one particular moment. It was all around stellar.

Did I mention I have spent way too much on band merch in the past two days? Ayayaya, no more for me...

I'd also like to bring to everyone's attention that "Bow Down to Bling Kong" by Bling Kong is a blatant rip off of "Wig in a Box" off the Hedwig and the Angry INch soundtrack. Over and out.

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

Yo, this is so messed up... Arrest warrant out on Michael Jackson. Well, he did let R. Kelly peoduce one of his new tracks...

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