my favorite is when i try and write in this thing. like, actually write and keep it updated and decide if i like to use caps lock or not on that particular day. lately my favorite has been; + getting shit done (enrolling today? whaaaat, sup not being a failure anymore!) + getting my summer batch of disposable cameras of all different price ranges/brands/themes - the latter thanks to Target and their love for $1 disposables for bachelorette season + horribly cheesy television that comes in this order: 24, Glee, Community and SUPERNATURAL
WHAT EXPLAINS THE LAST ONE?
I DON'T FUCKING KNOW.
probably Jared Padalecki which freaks me out so much but oh... so much yum in that bone structure.
+ turning about 5 people on to Nick Drake's entire discography (go listen to the song "Road" and become a beatnik) + exploring Ryan Adam's discography for the first real SOLID time and loving it. + playing Bon Iver's "Blindsided" on repeat followed by a lot of Explosions in the Sky. + making up what i think might be real chords on the guitar and then writing down the tab info to have Jamie check out to see if they are real + the deep blue, floral print dress i got from Target that i have yet to wear out + this badass: + Katie Bird giving Jamie and i BACKSTAGE TICKETS to ZZ Top at Sunfest. what the fucking, holy... just... fucking shit, man. fucking. shit. + lemon slices and water in the sun
yep. that's probably it for like... 3 months again. i leave you with this
of all the newer or more “modern” bands i’ve come to listen to over the past five years i definitely consider bon iver to be one i’ve bonded myself to.
i need music for every mood and specific occasion and bon iver manages to cover just about every one of those. they manage to apply perfectly in every moment of my life, they are one of those bands i feel like i will follow for the rest of their career. there is always something new and refreshing finding a current band that can capture your attention so completely.
someone, somewhere decided it would be a brilliant money making idea to let mel gibson star in a film called the beaver. about a man. and his beaver.
his beaver PUPPET. that he wears on his hand. and thinks is a real person/creature/beaver with magical powers to understand the english language and perhaps even chortle a response or two.
amazing, no? oh. it gets better.
LOOK AT THAT HUNK OF AN ANTI-SEMITE!
this is going to be one big failure-to-make-a-comeback hollywood train wreck. i am beyond excited, i'm googling the release date and seeing how soon i can reserve tickets. maybe they'll put this shit in the imax.
a girl can dream.
ps. while i'm dreaming, how about a beaver/woodchuck showdown featuring dave coulier, aka uncle joey? saget should get a cameo, too, just because most things benefit from bob saget.
so apparently after her doses of methadone courtney love has been tweeting about john mayer. i think it's amazing.
"do you ever feel like spite hate fucking [John Mayer] just to put hi in his place, hes a better guitarist than me but not better in bed!"
"but like say your fucking [John Mayer] totally throwing him around the room in bits and then you just BAM punch him in the face? good times"
i love miss love, but only really in her 90's phase. now i think she's whacked out rock goddess misfortune but back in the day? ferocity personified. kinda like how taylor momsen is, now! (yep. i went there.) still, this has done nothing but amuse me and probably make john mayer vomit uncontrollably. i still love the man, though. (and there!)
the best part of this is that according to The Huffington Post courtney later replied to a fan who asked for some sort of clarification on this 'hate fucking' thing. her response?
"hate fucking is an art like 'the pit' meaning you rape each other and then beat the shit our of each other so u can feel shit."
great. cool. totally... you go on with your life, courtney love. you keep doin' what you do cause we all love it. trust me.
It's a pretty bland video with some aesthetically pleasing visuals and a vague storyline (i use that term loosely, the story isn't really there) that does tie up nicely at the end but really lacks the Kanye. I suppose it's smarter that way, though. He still probably isn't totally forgiven by the public for crushing babies kittens aka ruining T-Swift's VMA moments, but he's repented and hopefully will be the lovable douche bag we all wish would go back to making albums like Graduation soon!
Also, the song is nothing special but I have a feeling it is about his mother's death and think maybe somehow the video is dealing with it, too? Hm. Artsy kids trying to be artsy.
It's Tuesday. Thursday is Thanksgiving. WHAT THE HELL? Can someone please explain why it is still 85 degrees out? While you're at it let me know how time flew by so quickly, please. And what the hell, next year is 2010. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? I distinctly remember my neighborhood's big HEY EVERYBODY, IT'S THE NEW MILLENNIUM! block party in which police helicopters circled with search lights, someone threw firecrackers at me and a family dressed all in white and spent their night praying in a circle of candles and chanting something about being some group of chosen people. I vote aliens.
I also vote this song as being my motherfucking jam back then.
Now J.Lo just falls on her butt at the AMAs and acts like it's no big deal. You're wrong, J.Lo. It's a career destroying move. Good balance is EVERYTHING these days. ...everything
Unless you are Jamie trying to penetrate Adam, in which case you have complete and utter creative freedom. Tip of the hat, sir.
Lately it's been a nonstop rotation of these albums and I don't plan on stopping it anytime soon.
Hole - Celebrity Skin Cake - Motorcade of Generosity Kate Bush - The Dreaming
I am curious to know what this says about me. One thing is for sure; I am now a fan of capitalization and I am almost 100% done with thinking about your existence! I'm pretty sure that's a lie but at least I can fake it when it really matters.
Sunday night Katie Bird and I hung out with Jack Johnson.
Yea, I know, he looks a lot like that guy Chris Carrabba from Dashboard Confessional but trust me, he and banana pancakes are like, besties.
The best part is how I write that like everyone will understand the inside joke that was created Sunday night at Propaganda. Massive round of applause to Steve Rullman and THE HONEYCOMB for organizing the secret show, round of applause to Chris JACK! for making a girl who really CAN'T stand any Dashboard Confessional songs stand in a very tightly packed crowd of 200 sweaty hipster/emo kids screaming lyrics, professions of love and "FREEBIRD!" for two hours and not want to die... too much. Seriously, though, Propaganda really seems to be flourishing. Metromix or whatever the actual name of it is called voted it the best live music venue north of the Broward County line for '09. Or... something like that, I don't know, I don't do press for them. Either way, it was really interesting to travel back into 9th grade in a sense (9th being when Dashboard became the OMGOMGOMG band of DSOA) and see what the hoopala was really all about. Still not a fan of the music but that man can get a crowd going and sing his ass off. Plus he was practically trapped for 30 minutes while he personally thanked each individual fan who stayed after the show for him. Bird and I were hanging out by the door mocking Rob Thomas and chatting up Mauricio, our friend at the door(WHAT JAMIE RASSO SONG REFERENCE?) when we poked our head back in and saw three people lingering behind and talking. Bird made the move and wham bam I was incredibly shocked that Mr. Italian Grill was not a douche. Granted I've only ever met him once and all the people I know who are fans/friends of his always say how gracious and kind he acts towards fans, especially local ones, but I am a non-believer and also just LUL at all things DC related so... here ends my long story of Propaganda?
YOU GUYS. THURSDAY IS THANKSGIVING. sorry, I'm still caught up on that.
radio gaga.
ok so blog? successfully updated! lets see if i can not capitalize on my last sentence WHAT? um, lets see if i can keep this up.
