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Sunday, August 31, 2003

Psst. I feel drama in the air around Tricia Romano and Mike D., don't you?

I didn't want to write this beacuse, well, now that we know for a fact that Tricia reads us I didn't want to create pointless tension... But in a way, a little renegade criticism never hurt anyone, now did it?

In my opinion, a column (especially an entertainment one) should be informative and/or funny, and/or gossipy. Fly Life is neither. We do not care if Fancy from Fanny Pack is a "metrosexual" (nor do we care about cultural references that immerged fully formed from some bloated EIC's imagination less than two months ago). Like we really, really don't. Tricia has some taste in music. When she DJed at Siren, she played "Ca Plane Pour Moi". This is evidence that, when she puts her mind to it, she can be cool. Now, I don't know if it has something to do with the limited space she has to work with, but surely we can do better than the token phrase of the week and some lame Moby connection. I can get that fix by spending three seconds on Craigslist.

Also, about the clubs. It's OK to inform is about which clubs are closing, opening, refurbishing, etc: but not when you have less than a half page to provide us with some sort of brief, passable entertainment. Once again, we don't really care that much. Tricia's column is about as close as the Voice gets to a music gossip column. Most people who are really obsessive about music are teenagers or music journalists/geeks. The teens aren't of age to get into the clubs; the journalists/geeks know their opening/closing/refurbishing status already, as the column runs a week after the news has broken.

Fly Life could be a good column if only it tried a little bit harder. But until then, I'll just keep on sighing and flipping pages. Ho hum.

Saturday, August 30, 2003

As stated earlier in this very blog, Adam of Atom and His Package is breaking up the project. Today he plays his last show in Philly. BUT the news here is that he's rumoured to be forming a side prject with members of hardcore kids Paint it Black. So stay tuned.

Fuck! The Polyphonic Spree dropped from label. But they say that they have a new deal and that the second album is coming out in Februray...

Iggy Pop show review over at VH1.com. Speaking of which, I'd like to rant against the hipster-dom of web magazines and bloggers; pay hommage to the greats! Everyone's whining about how that eye-liner whore Diego Elefant is ripping off the glam era of rock, but did any one bother to cover Roxy Music's show at Radio City? Nooooooooo. Come on people! Get with it!

I need my fix:
they're magically delicious

Friday, August 29, 2003

It was fun while it lasted... farewell Anti-Blog Blogger.

Thursday, August 28, 2003

New Larry Clark movie has a release date in France... but not in the USA. Damn. Here's the trailer anyway.

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Follow, follow, follow, follow...
Mommy and Daddy's very first album, Live How You Listen is released just about everywhere else than the US. Buy it!

give what you got cuz you got what you giveyeah!X Factor
What is the Function?
Seek You
Outside
Together
Roundhouse Robot
The Meeting
I Mean, Could He Buy Me This
Beachy
Fill in the Lines
Diguise
Take It!


Get "mostly" sushi eaten off your body for $100 an hour.

I had no idea that Blaine Thurier of the New Pornographers was also a filmmaker and a cartoonist. I really should start researching my interviews better...

Eyes Wide Open went to Leeds... and survived! Check out all the gals schtick in action with great photos of Whirlwind Heat.

In Return of the King, Viggo Mortensen has a mullet. Or maybe just a hair-clip.

Peaches has that pesky pilosity dilemma again:
Gillette Mach 3 for a smooth shave all around

Monday, August 25, 2003

One of my favorite NYC bands, Mazing Vids is playing the Artrocker Festival at Lit tomorrow. They go on at 11p.m. Check them out.

Bjork/Sigur Ros concert reviewed at NYTimes.

Thailand has banned 18 pop songs - including one called "Big Flabby Buttocks" - for encouraging infidelity. This is of course raises deep sociological issues in the East, such as: "Is censorship ethical?", "Is the banning of songs with harsh lyrics really the way to guide our children into a safe adulthood?" and "Who the hell wrote a song called "Big Flabby Buttocks" and why aren't they rotting away in prison?"

The little glam band that could: King Adora's new site looks so fresh so clean and finally gives some info on the band; YES, they are in the studio, putting the finishing touches on the 2nd album, YES the new single will be a doucbe A-side entitled "Born to Lose (formerly "Bulimic") / Kamikaze," Yes Maxi still looks like a girl! Rock!

shake my body lose!
image via vibateyou.net

Sunday, August 24, 2003

Say It Isn't So...
Word on the street has it that the new Strokes album will be entitled Love Experience. No. Fucking no.

I haven't been updating that much because life has been hell. Hopefully that'll change soon, though.

Oh, and I know I probably shoudln't do this, but shout out to The Anti-Blog Blogger for being funny. We'll figure out who you are, one day. Maybe not today, maybe not even tomorrow. But someday, when you least expect it...

Thursday, August 21, 2003

Media-whores of the world unite!

Words of wisdom from the great Diamond Dave:

"Unless you see somebody's eyebrows, it's difficult
to communicate. That's why dogs are more popular than
cats - because they have eyebrows."


Ripped off of Popbitch:

Hey, remember the Carter Family heyday, back in like, 1997? Well, there must be some sort of karmic reprecussions to exploiting the poor musical tastes of the 12-year-olds of this world, because holy crap. Aaron Carter seems to be doing OK, with that annoying-as-fuck Hilary Duff, Nick's solo career sucks (and we had such high hopes...), his dad gets arrested for beating up his mom over Aaron's baby photos, and sister Bobbie Jean is also arrested for drug possesion and biting a Halloween trick-or-treater until said kid bled... Carters = the new Jacksons? I can just picture the hip young film documentarian simply rushing to finish Capturing the Carters.

Vincert Gallo, professional media-whore, becomes first celebrity to have a sanctionned self-portrait over at Page Six.

Another media-whore, Ditta von Tesse, is writing a book. I hope it contains juicy tidbits about her sex life with Marilyn Manson... oh wait, no I don't.

Why didn't I know about this?: David Bowie previews his new album, Reality, in Poughkeepsie, N.Y.

Here's the tracklisting to Wig in a Box: The Music of Hedwig and the Angry Inch via jinblog:

Rufus Wainwright - "Origin of Love"
Sleater-Kinney & Fred Schneider - "Angry Inch"
They Might Be Giants - "The Long Grift"
Frank Black - "Sugar Daddy"
Robyn Hitchcock - "City Of Women"
Imperial Teen - "Freaks"
The Breeders - "Wicked Little Town (Hedwig Version)"
Bob Mould - "Nailed (LoudBomb Mix)"
The Polyphonic Spree - "Wig in a Box"
John Cameron Mitchell & Stephen Trask - "Milford Lake"
Stephen Colbert - "Ladies & Gentlemen"
Spoon - "Tear Me Down"
Yoko Ono & Yo La Tengo - "Hedwig’s Lament/Exquisite Corpse"
Ben Kweller with Ben Folds & Ben Lee - "Wicked Little Town (Tommy Gnosis Version)"
Cyndi Lauper & The Minus 5 - "Midnight Radio"
Jonathan Richman - "Origin of Love (reprise)"

HELL. YEAH.

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

More Strokes business: (mmm)Albert has apparently told NME that the first single off of the new ablum wil be entitled "12:51." The track is actually the one people have been calling "Supernova," but it's not "Supernova" anymore. It's "12:51." OK? OK. It's a bit cofusing.

File under "Oh my fucking God at last a reason to keep on living": Saddle Creek releases massive 7xLP Conor box-set.

"Have dinner with me or Snuggles gets it!"

American dreamers are in trouble. ( Page Six.)

This one goes out to the Jean Genie: Bea Arthur T-shirts. It's on my birthday list.

From Spin.com:

Aussie rockers The Vines have scrapped the majority of the songs intended for their new album to pursue what they're calling "party metal." Bass player Patrick Matthews recently discussed the direction of the band's new sound, citing influences such as Pavement and Van Halen. "It's much heavier with Hamish [Rosser, drums] and Ryan [Griffiths, guitar] playing....At the end of the day, I feel that finally we've made our party metal record."

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Oh, and back in L.A., Prince is still crazy.

Andrew W.K. tour dates:

8/16 -- Birmingham, GA Furnace Fest
8/17 -- New Orleans, LA The Parish
8/18 -- Houston, TX Engine Room
8/19 -- Dallas, TX Trees
8/20 -- Austin, TX Mercury
8/21 -- El Paso Club 101
8/22 -- Las Vegas, NV Huntridge Theater
8/23 -- Los Angeles, CA Henry Fonda Theater
8/24 -- San Francisco, CA Slim's
8/27 -- Seattle, WA Graceland
8/29 -- Salt Lake City, UT DV8
8/30 -- Denver, CO Ogden
8/31 -- Kansas City, KS Bottleneck
9/2 -- Minneapolis, MN Fine Line
9/3 -- Chicago, IL Metro
9/4 -- St. Louis, MO Pop's
9/5 -- Cincinnati, OH Bogart's
9/6 -- Detroit, MI St. Andrew's
9/8 -- Cleveland, OH Peabody's
9/9 -- New York, NY Irving Plaza
9/10 -- Washington, DC 9:30 Club
9/11 -- Philadelphia, PA Theater of the Living Arts
9/12 -- Northampton, MA Pearl Street
9/13 -- Washington, DC University Yard
9/14 -- Atlanta, GA Masquerade
9/15 -- Tampa, FL Masquerade
9/16 -- Orlando, FL Social
9/17 -- Boynton Beach, FL Club Ovation


Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Is that JT with a guitar? My eyes! (link via Modern Age)

I know I'm going to end up talking about The Strokes everyday now. Sigh. Here are some bootlegs from the Japanese Festival Whose Name I Can't Remeber. (unmercifully ripped off Vanessa)

Monday, August 18, 2003

The last chapter in the Ben and the strippers saga... or is it?

Like sausages? I thought so. (link via Crap Juggler.)

Chris Martin says British music fest V 2003 is "an end of an era" for ka-triple-zillion seeling band Coldplay. But a more pressing issue is his facial hair. Handlebars only look cool on Achilles from The Fever. Duh!

Pitchfork rags on new Interpol EP. But, people, are we really surprised?

Hm. I feel somewhat uninspired. I made a huge Safe Mondays post, but my computer ate it. So, in short:
The Polyphonic Spree.
The Bangles.
'80s tees.

Next week will be better. Promise!

Sunday, August 17, 2003

Is this it?
mmmmmmmmalbert

what the fuck is up with nick's feet...

Well, once again, the world has gone fucking bananas over The Strokes. Througout the years with the fab five I've tried to answer the age old questions; "Will the new album suck ass?"; "Will they ever, ever cut their hair?"; and of course "If I was trapped on a desert island with the band, which member would become my personal sex slave?" I take it that when the new album drops sometime in the near future, all my questions will be answered... Mwahaha.

I read somewhere that the Strokes might become the next Knacks, a really cool band that people loved until their second album totally destroyed their careers and that "Last Nite" could very well become like "My Sharona." Made me think.

I need that issue of MOJO though. Moving on...

Jesus really does love us all because a new Hives album is going to drop in Februray.

Pitchfork review Leather Wings by Japanther, revealing themselves as the bunch of trucker-hat-wearing hipsters they are (then again, the idiot who thought up letting Jap' open for Mogwai should be on death row).

On a related note (not really but I can't be bothered to find a witty segue all the time...) I feel so sorry for Chad Hugo of The Neptunes. Well, not really, because he's a millionaire who gets easy sex, but still... why be in the Neptunes if you're not Pharell? No one gives a damn about your ass. I want him to release a solo remix compilation and make it be so much better than Pharell's schtick.

The greatest music video directors of all time, Michel Gondry (see a whole bunch of Bjork videos, etc), Spike Jonze (see Fatboy Slim's "Weapon of Choise" video, Beastie Boy's "Sabotage" video, etc) and Chris Cunningham (see Bjork's "All is Full of Love" video, Aphex Twin videos, etc) are slated to issue DVD retrospectives of their work. Hella cool.

And finally: WHAT IN THE HOLY NAME OF FUCK IS UP WITH BOY GEORGE?????? Oh my GOD! Someone get this man some help!
Note to self: If you're not in a symphonic pop band from Dallas, TX, then your life is not worth living.

Garagedream would like to say, on the record, that as of August 16th, 2003, the #1, all time, desert island, BEST show he has ever been to is The Polyphonic Spree SummerStage show.

The sheer beauty of this show was beyond anything I'd ever expected. I have had the album for a few months, and know all the songs and blah, blah, blah... but truth is, the album doesn't to PPS justice AT ALL. If any other band had recorded The Beginning Stages of..., it would be stellar. But, for PPS, the record is now just flat. There's no point.

The performance was riddled with tiny moments of pure joy: the clouds parting and letting the pale sun shine as soon as PPS started the chorus to "It's the Sun"; Singer Tim Delaughter standing on a montior as soon as a huge gust of wind blows on stage and paking him look like Heston in The Ten Commandments; Tim hugging the portly trombone player from behind like he was a comforting teddy bear; John Cameron Mitchell (a.k.a. Hedwig) coming onstage to sing "Wig in a Box" from Hedwig and the Angry Inch; the filled-to-the-brim field all snapping their fingers with Tim in absolute silence; the guy whowas running around and twiddling knobs on a little electronic board was Paul McCartney's doppelgänger; and I could go on for pages.

It was... beautiful.

Verdict: The Polyphonic Spree are the best live band in the history of the universe. Damn straight.

PS: Breath-taking photos down by the Jinster. Download some video clips, too!

Thursday, August 14, 2003

I'd like to publically take a stand against Rolling Stone Magazine right here, right now. We can take JT and Xtina. We can handle Clay and Ruben. But Mary Kate and Ashley is just taking it a step too far. Die. Die now.

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

Aw... poor Fred. I think I might dedicated this entire blog to the Britney/Justin/Fred love triangle.

Basement Jaxx talk about the new album album they have in the works. I can't be the only one who thought Rooty was the most underrated album of 2001. Come on!

McLusky single gets reviewed at Pitchfork (and pssssst! They don't say it sucks!!)

NYT reviews Liz Phair's Bowery Ballroom show.

She has also adopted a sexier image, and on Sunday she performed in a bikini covered by a garment that matched her recent career: a transparent shift. .

Ouch!

Hey, wanna date a gay rock star? Rob Halford's gay personals ad is right here. Not suitable for work, dears. This must be the most utterly tempting-yet-sleazy as fuck thing I've ever come across. (link via Popbitch... who else).

Tuesday, August 12, 2003

Mark your calendars:

'SUP #12 RELEASE PARTY, SATURDAY, SEPT.13 @ PIANOS W/ APOLLO HEIGHTS & TV ON THE RADIO (a third band TBA...)

Monday, August 11, 2003

Safe Mondays, take 2:

Band of the Week: There hasn't been anough Warped talk to this blog, right? That's what I thought too! So, this week's band should most definitely be Coheed and Cambria, for blowing me the fuck away. Amen.

Song of the Week: Thanks to Mike D., everyone this side of Coolsville has the new Kelis track (featuring the Neptunes behind the boards), "Milkshake." It fucking rules. The buzzy beats and swirly vocals (plus extra sexy lyrics) makes this song the end-of-summer anthem. As much as I hate the Neptunes, I love the Neptunes.

Website of the Week: Weebl and Bob. Thanks again to Pat for being the Brit pop culture knowledge source that he is.

Question of the Week: Do you still use file-sharing software such as Kazaa, despite the recent RIAA "crackdown"? Just curious.

Sunday, August 10, 2003

I no longer have the stamina of a 13-year-old. This fact was made painfully clear to me as I ambled around Randall's Island yesterday, amist the lively punk youth of America, all in search of that perfect 20 minute punk set. Rain, sweat, dehydration and mud were all part fo the festivities, but who dare call themselves a punk and not brave the elements to catch your favorite band onstage? Actually, one of the first things that came to my mind was: has punk become screamo? Except for Rancid and Pennywise, the band atracting the most minions were of the emo-ish sort: Taking Back Sunday, Glassjaw, and a surprisingly stunning set by Warped virgins Coheed and Cambia (and you thought The Mars Volta had big hair...). I always rat on today's "punks" for having nothing to really be angry about and for having now fashionnable mohawks, but all the faces yesterday were, it would seem, happy to be tatooed and muddy (and extra happy and muddy when Used frontman/mental headcase Bert McCracken stagedives onto you from a 15-foot metal beam). Here are the highlights as Garagedream deems them worthy:

1) Tie: Coheed and Cambria and Taking Back Sunday. Coheed for the guitars, the reggea jam, the hair, and the best onstage reparté of the event:

Claudio Sanchez (vox, guitar): "So apparetly, my dick was hanging out of my pants during all yesterday's show. And I don't have much of a dick."
Michael Todd (bass): "Don't listen to him... it's magical."


Taking Back Sunday for playing all the emotionally-totured-little-boy anthems off their fucking brilliant debut LP, Tell All Your Friends, the mic tricks, and the EASY TARGET T-shirt.

2) The Used for just plain fucking rocking. Oh yeah, and for breaking into a brief cover of Khia's "My Neck, My Back." We love Satan a whole bunch!

3) Rancid for still having it after all the years.

4) Tsunami Bomb and especially Agent M for being the only girl to play Warped this year.

5) Less than Jake for the confetti.

Even though security and press access SUCKED MY DICK ("press" passes only allowed you to get into the backstage area where actually seeing a band peform was impossible - so eager journalist braved the pit to see bands they really wanted to...) Kat managed to capture the essence (whoa! Art critique!) of the entire ordeal. So check it out (you better - you try transfering an enormous zip file through MSN messenger at 1:30a.m...).

The Used: i, ii, iii, iv.

Tsunami Bomb: i, ii, iii.

Taking Back Sunday: i, ii.

Rancid: i, ii.

Pennywise: i.

Glassjaw: i, ii, iii, iv.

Ataris: i.

Less Than Jake: i, ii.

Thrice: i, ii, iii.

All-American Rejects: i, ii, iii.

Saturday, August 09, 2003



A lot of Warped 2003 coverage as soon as I find my brain and am able to reassemble it.
(ps: fuck hipsters.)

Friday, August 08, 2003

Justin gets booed. Britney to play Daisy Duke from Dukes of Hazzard. I'm not even going to comment on this.

Not that this has anything to do with today but, OK, Morrissey got signed, he's working on a new album, that's all fine and dandy but... WHEN IS IT ALL HAPPENING! We're a Moz-deprived nation, here!

File under Rough Trade crossover cover mp3's:
Adam Green - What a Waster
The Libertines - Who's Got the Crack (Answer: Pete, of course!)

Thursday, August 07, 2003

Standing in the pouring rin to see a band takes devotion. But standing in the pouring rain with the slow, sinking realization that you are on a body of water near large eletrical equipment and are risking electrocution at every moment takes insanity. And Lord knows we have that to spare. Tonight (or last night? My brain is fried), I met up with Bidi at the 14th street subway station and headed on down to Pier 54 to see The Oragnes Band, Adam Green and The Walkmen. Despite the light pitter-patter of drizzle on our beaming faces, we were in for a fucking beautiful evening.

First of all, it was a blogger event if i ever saw one: Jin, Mike D (and faithful sidekick Anna), the Divestars, New York Doll, and everyone else with Internet access and a dream were present.

First band up to bat: Oranges Band. Cute. Broken guitar strings... their songs were pretty catchy, although not to the point where I'd actually remember any of them. Next!

Four words for all you people out there in WWW land. ADAM FUCKING GREEN RULES. No contest. My heart is torn between in two between him and Kimya; it's a tough call. I think that, with all thier similarities, they put on a very different live show. Kimya is timid, intimate, strums her guitar as if she's afraid to hurt it. Adam had a string section and (to my surprise) didn't play an instruiment at all - he just rocked the mic. He also did a brief reendition of C+C Music Factory's "Everybody Dance Now." Brilliant. I think I'm going to go out and purchase Adam's two albums right now (and just to be fair tell everybody who'll listen to get their hands on Kimya's I'm Sorry That Sometimes I'm Mean, because it's fantastic).

Next up, The Walkmen. Ok, first of all, the only song I've ever heard of them is "You've Got a Nerve," which I must say I positively adore. I was also in the pouring rain, with Bidi, and my pint-sized Kat all under a tiny red umbrella. And I was cold. So it wasn't the best conditions under which judge a band. So I won't. They did rock though, their more experimental songs were very soothing, and their faster ones just plain made me want to dance.

All in all, quite a cool soirée.

Verdict: If you do nothing else with your life, go see Adam Green live.

Oh, did I mention that Mike and I bloggerazzied a man who I suspected for a brief minute was Diego Elefant but turned out to be a glammed-out Jared Leto?

That's right:

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

The American people have spoken, and they want Bill O'Reilly dead.


Oh yeah.

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

Krist Novoselic quits the music biz, turns towards politics (what? A world without Speed 75 or Eyes Adrift? How cruel...). Anyway, how rad would it be to have an ex-Nirvana member run for office? Maybe he'll lower the drinking age...

"I will make slippers out of you"? What the fuck?

You know what? Page Six is just the epitome of stupid American gossip journalism.

August 5, 2003 -- LISA Marie Presley literally oozes sex appeal in this pouty, pin-up shot heating up September's issue of Jane magazine. Lisa Marie bemoans that she's currently "nowhere" with her love life and reflects on her ill-fated marriages to Michael Jackson and Nicolas Cage.

How can someone literally ooze sex appeal? Didn't any of you go to journalism school? Christ! But we love you anyway.

It's turkey time! Not to state the obvious or anything, but here's a really bad (and really funny) review of Gigli (my favorite movie I'm going to sit through and laugh at the milli-second it comes on cable) from NYTimes.

Oh! Wait! From imdb.com:
American tabloid The National Enquirer has demanded Hollywood superstar Ben Affleck take a lie detector test - after he denied enjoying a wild night at a lap dancing club. The Gigli star - who is engaged to superstar Jennifer Lopez (really? -Ed.)- was furious when he read the magazine's expose of his alleged trip to a Vancouver, Canada, strip club. And Affleck, who has furiously denied the allegation he cheated on his stunning fiancee in the nightspot, is considering taking the Enquirer to court - a move welcomed by the publication's editors. They claim to have put their sources through lie detector tests carried out by an independent polygrapher, and insist that the only way Affleck can prove his innocence is to take the test himself.

People. WHY DO YOU CARE? Leave the man and the strippers alone!

Oh yes:



Monday, August 04, 2003

Pitchfork has a new layout.
I've decided to start a mini column called Safe Monday, where every week I'd give a band of the week, song of the week, website of the week, etc. Just for kicks.

So, for the very first installment of Safe Monday I hereby declare...

Band of the Week: Pink Grease. Pat burnt me a copy of their debut LP, All Over You. They're sleazy, they're slutty, they have a saxophone player. They rip of Grease. Best band... ever?

Website of the Week: LJ Drama. You thought Friendster was stupid and time-consuming? You'll never believe what some idiots will do with their free time. Read about people arguing over whether God has pubic hair or not (seriously).

Song of the Week: Yo La Tengo's cover of "Slow Death". I know I've talked about it before, but hot damn, I just can't get enough.

Question of the Week: Jack and Renée or Conor and Winona? Discuss.

There you go. An era has been born right before your very eyes. Have a safe Monday!

Sunday, August 03, 2003

Watch yo' back, homies, cuz Blue Teddy is in da 'hood. (link via Popbitch)

The Strokes preview three (3) new songs in Osaka, Japan.

This is why Garagedream loves Page Six:


Scoop: Kiss guitarist scarier without make-up on (solo career not included).

Saturday, August 02, 2003

That bitch ass Mike D. went to the YYY show at Maxwell's last night and didn't even invite me (and then pick up the tab)! Some men, quel rats! But I totally forgive him because he has a bangin' photo gallery up, paying due hommage to Karen O. and the boys. In related YYY news, I feel a Brian Chase obsession coming on, don't you? Must be in the air.

ps: I just noticed that Karen was wearing a YYY shirt. Doesn't she know that promoting your own band through clothing worn onstage is just wrong? Even if said shirt is stained with your own saliva.
Sorry for the lack of updating recently, but my ISP is a dildo and I had to go over and straighten them out, Tony Soprano-style.

From the Popbitch:

This is what Robbie Williams is telling
his friends about having sex with Kylie:

"It's like having a brand new Ferrari; there
are perfect seats, the steering wheel is in
the perfect place. And then you put your key
in the ignition... and nothing happens"

(FYI: To the media, Robbie has always denied having
sex with the Aussie Botox queen)


Mogwai tour dates (go see them, they're the fucking greatest):

Tue-Sep-02 Toronto,ON Phoenix
Wed-Sep-03 Montreal, QUE Le Spectrum
Fri-Sep-05 Northampton, MA Pearl Street
Sat-Sep-06 New York, NY Irving Plaza
Sun-Sep-07 Brooklyn, NY Warsaw
Mon-Sep-08 Philadelphia Theatre of living arts
Tue-Sep-09 Washington, DC 930 Club
Wed-Sep-10 Carrboro, NC Cats Cradle
Thu-Sep-11 Atlanta, GA Variety Playhouse
Fri-Sep-12 Orlando, FL The Social
Sat-Sep-13 Tallahassee, FL Beta Bar
Mon-Sep-15 Austin, TX Emo's (w/ Trail of Dead)
Tue-Sep-16 Austin, TX Emo's (w/ Trail of Dead)
Thu-Sep-18 Tucson, AZ Rialto Theatre
Fri-Sep-19 San Diego, CA The Scene
Sat-Sep-20 Los Angeles, CA Knitting Factory
Sun-Sep-21 Los Angeles, CA Knitting Factory
Mon-Sep-22 San Francisco, CA The Fillmore
Wed-Sep-24 Eugene, OR WOW Hall
Thu-Sep-25 Seattle, WA Showbox
Fri-Sep-26 Vancouver, BC Commodore
Sat-Sep-27 Portland, OR Alladin Theatre
Tue-Sep-30 Minneapolis, MN First Avenue
Wed-Oct-01 Milwaukee, WI Modjeska Theatre
Thu-Oct-02 Chicago, IL Metro
Fri-Oct-03 Newport, KY Southgate House
Sat-Oct-04 Cleveland, OH Beachland Ballroom

Jin gets it on with Kings of Leon.

Information gathered and compiled by reading the September issue of Spin:

1) What is up with Omar Rodriguez-Lopez of the Mars Volta's pants, man? The anatomical dynamics of this dude's body just boggles my mind. How can you wear pants so low with such a big belt? Where is his bellybutton?

2) Perry Farell's wife is somewhat reminescent of a Mexican transvestite. Not a dead ringer. Just... reminescent.

3) Interpol are a good band. Both Paul and Carlos made it on the "Cool List" (even though we all know the coolest member of the band is Daniel, because no one every talks about him). There's also a really rad Interpol Tour Diary (and a funny picture of Carlos on E).

4) Bubba Sparxxx is actually kind of cool.

5) Really, in the end, it's all about Jack 'n' Meg.

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