CHICKEN SALAD WITH FOUR LEGS

the summer of 2006 continues to be a weird one. well, i guess not so much a weird one as a bitchin hot lets have fun to forget it type deal. since my beloved sidekick bestowed upon me the gift of photography, ive decided to narrate todays post with pictures!

so first lets backtrack to last weekend in chicago. i know i outlined quite a bit of the learning experience in the post below, but heres some visuals for you lazy cunts (kidding, love you all. all three of you):

jasper and eddie decided to turn the tables on the various journalists interviewing them at pitchfork by bringing along a handy little recording device and forcing the generally inebriated members of the press brigade to smile for THEIR camera. here they are going over the dailies:



the heat was intolerable, as im sure youve already gathered, and so mikey called on his brokeback boy scout skillz to fashion some relief. behold, the terry cloth cowboy:



the brut played their usual guitar-finish-melting set to what, in retrospect, was a tremendous crowd:



afterwards, i went to task making sure the boys became friends with the futureheads. after barry imparted his astrological wisdom on jasper and me (all cancers yay!) and talked haircuts with eddie, dave and i got to talking about the best and worst photo shoots the kids had ever done. the most common shoot scheme? take a band. take a tree. mate. here is the result of daveys and my creative photo shoot:



after the first day came to a close, we hijacked a ton of chicago beers and a bottle of tequila and returned to our hotel. it was there that the gloves (and apparently shirts came off):



what you cant tell from that photo is that AHA is blasting. and yes, that IS mikey b using a lamp for a microphone. i dare anyone who sees these guys at a forthcoming show to blast some aha and see what transpires... its pavlovian. and its amazing.

so anyway, then there was this weekend. i ended up with an impromptu dj set with mark at fontanas on saturday night and with my influx of visiting friends we actually made it a real fun time. maybe too much fun. i felt like dungheap on sunday. which made my trip to greenpoint all the more special. see, i love nightmare of you. always have. hell, how else would you explain allowing brandons cat to live in my apartment (id say brandon, but he was on tour half the time, so lets pretend he doesnt count for now) for a few months despite my allergies and aversion to furniture scratching? so anyway, when i got the plea to come be an extra in their new video for "my name is trouble," how could i resist? or rather, say no? for those of you who have never been to a video shoot, let me start with this disclaimer: NEVER GO TO A VIDEO SHOOT. they are brutal. long long hours, and in this case, long long inactive hours in an un-air-conditioned warehouse on the brooklyn waterfront. so, how to pass the time? PLAY WITH MOTHERFUCKIN MONKEY!!!!!

sarah and brandon just got a new doggie named monkey. she was the saving grace of yesterday. see, first we just had each other to entertain ourselves. and well, that quickly deteriorated into, uh, this:



uh, thanks for that joe. but we would much rather do things like..... teach monkey to drink:



teach monkey about boobies:



and teach monkey to be really damn fucking cute:



keep an eye out for the video, you know you love the song (it pretty much soundtracked orchard bar and we all loved that), and itll give you a whole new appreciation for flow.