ALL I WANNA DO IS BICYCLE
every time i think ive outgrown my obsession with queen, i turn on the tv. somewhere, somehow, there WILL always be a reminder of why i fell so fucking hard for this band (ps, gurj and sar - i want you to know i was 2 seconds from writing that as "wiL"). most of the time its something on the ovation channel - they rerun an abridged version of '92s tribute concert almost every weekend, and i swear every time i watch, i cry. ive been obsessed with queen since i was 11 years old. waynes world lured me in, the tribute concert and a few too many trips to the tower records on 68th street and i was hooked. even before i was stocking up on the spice lipliner (damn you spice!!!!), i was scouring stores for cat-print vests, specifically because freddie wore one in the liner notes from "innuendo." yes, i am THAT much of a loser. but you knew that already. what you probably didnt know is that i own their entire video library on VHS. one of my most prized possessions is a vintage tshirt of theirs i found on ebay. i can recite the lyrics to pretty much any of their (bigger) songs. sorry, ill never remember the foreign language bits of "teo terriate" or however the fuck you spell that silly bilingual one on "day at the races."
anyway, so this weeks culprit was this weird rock honors thing on VH1. while for the most part its pretty shit (how many times can you use the word "rock" in one monologue? i guess its pretty cool that the one word can serve as every part of a sentence - "you rocked the shit out of that rockin rocknroll crowd!") - but all it took was the little bitty queen montage to get the tears rolling and the writing juices flowing.
lets give this post a purpose. much as sarah and i have used our blogs as forums to turn people on to the current music we love, lets try spreading our roots! if anyone reading this has not listened to much queen (say it aint so)... go download "somebody to love," or "now im here," or "seven seas of rye" or "who wants to live forever." listen to that production. listen to that guitar. listen to that voice. why arent bands today making music that SOUNDS like this?
for tomorrow nights stolen transmission party im trying to gather a weird bunch of musicians. snow patrol, the super furry animals and james blunt (yes! amazing!) are all in town and im harnassing the powers that be to try and wrangle em for an annex roundtable. i wiL discuss queen. i will try to close the night out with "dont stop me now" (ok, and then "helena"). i will try to forget the sight of jamie pressley in an ac/dc hat. oh, and if anyone knows taylor hawkins? give him my digits. hey tay-tay! queen geekdom makes for wicked pillow talk.
stolen transmission at the annex tomorrow (thursday) night. well be DOWNSTAIRS where we like it!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
COULDA SWORN IT WAS A BAR CALLED JUGGS
another night with art brut, another wicked hangover. met the crew at mugs (albeit slightly by accident) and got the scoop on their semi-sunny jaunt to mexico. they played this insane event for nokia that left 3500 mexican fans in proud ownership of all the digital art brut ringtones and videos they can handle. so fucking funny. (later in the night, we were sat around a table at daddys watching the "formed a band" video on everyones phone... i had forgotten just how primitive that fucker is) by the time i put my pint down and made it to soundfix, it was packed to the brim. there was no point in pushing my way to the front as i think ive seen the brut play 949980823448 times in the last few months, so i parked myself outside with keith (also known as 1/3 art brut 47) to joke about peoples reactions to the knit shows. i think the best we got in the office so far was "so whos fake in art brut 47? and do they do ALL art brut covers?" when we informed the offender that the band was in fact we are scientists, and that the set was in fact all we are scientists songs, the response was "fuckin hell! i love we are scientists! i knew those songs were familiar!" amazing. i think keith felt a bit bad about not working any covers into the set, as the overall blog consensus seems to be crowing for em, but oh well. maybe theyll get something together in time for irving plaza.
we hung around soundfix til everything was loaded out and then shifted the crew to daddys. the beers and frozen margs were flowing hard and eventually freddie abandoned her intense pinball play to join mikey in what appeared to be a russian floor dance. we were sitting at the table texting ronnie vanucci, trying to get him to make an appearance at the scientists' vegas gig, but alas, the killers are in london mixing their new record.
it was really nice to be out of the city to be honest - the vibe in the bk is way more relaxed than anywhere ive brought the kids before and i got drunk high-school style for the first time in ages. we stayed til the bitter end and i became best friends with my snooze button this morning. and now we do it again. blender magazine party tonight. art brut and ghostface, holla. yes, i will sacrifice watching game one of this mets-phillies series to hang with zee brut. i just love them THAT much. (and ok, maybe i just reeeeeeally want to see if someone can orchestrate an eddie-ghostface duet. how MUCH would that rule???)
another night with art brut, another wicked hangover. met the crew at mugs (albeit slightly by accident) and got the scoop on their semi-sunny jaunt to mexico. they played this insane event for nokia that left 3500 mexican fans in proud ownership of all the digital art brut ringtones and videos they can handle. so fucking funny. (later in the night, we were sat around a table at daddys watching the "formed a band" video on everyones phone... i had forgotten just how primitive that fucker is) by the time i put my pint down and made it to soundfix, it was packed to the brim. there was no point in pushing my way to the front as i think ive seen the brut play 949980823448 times in the last few months, so i parked myself outside with keith (also known as 1/3 art brut 47) to joke about peoples reactions to the knit shows. i think the best we got in the office so far was "so whos fake in art brut 47? and do they do ALL art brut covers?" when we informed the offender that the band was in fact we are scientists, and that the set was in fact all we are scientists songs, the response was "fuckin hell! i love we are scientists! i knew those songs were familiar!" amazing. i think keith felt a bit bad about not working any covers into the set, as the overall blog consensus seems to be crowing for em, but oh well. maybe theyll get something together in time for irving plaza.
we hung around soundfix til everything was loaded out and then shifted the crew to daddys. the beers and frozen margs were flowing hard and eventually freddie abandoned her intense pinball play to join mikey in what appeared to be a russian floor dance. we were sitting at the table texting ronnie vanucci, trying to get him to make an appearance at the scientists' vegas gig, but alas, the killers are in london mixing their new record.
it was really nice to be out of the city to be honest - the vibe in the bk is way more relaxed than anywhere ive brought the kids before and i got drunk high-school style for the first time in ages. we stayed til the bitter end and i became best friends with my snooze button this morning. and now we do it again. blender magazine party tonight. art brut and ghostface, holla. yes, i will sacrifice watching game one of this mets-phillies series to hang with zee brut. i just love them THAT much. (and ok, maybe i just reeeeeeally want to see if someone can orchestrate an eddie-ghostface duet. how MUCH would that rule???)
Sunday, May 21, 2006
LETS GO METS
art brut ate my brain. we are scientists are the love.
DROP WHATEVER YOURE DOING, GO TO THE MYSTERY JETS MYSPACE PAGE, DOWNLOAD THEIR COVER OF "PIONEERS." CHANGE YOUR LIFE. PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE.
ps - espn announcers are fucking BUNK. give me my SNY boyeeeez anyday. oy va voy.
art brut ate my brain. we are scientists are the love.
DROP WHATEVER YOURE DOING, GO TO THE MYSTERY JETS MYSPACE PAGE, DOWNLOAD THEIR COVER OF "PIONEERS." CHANGE YOUR LIFE. PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE.
ps - espn announcers are fucking BUNK. give me my SNY boyeeeez anyday. oy va voy.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
YOU STEAL FORKS FROM RESTAURANTS
i always knew that sarah and i would age together, gracefully or not, so its nice to read her blog and see that both of us were being crotchety old farts last night. she, in bed with her stories, me on my couch with my baseball. i mean really, with agendas like that how can we NOT win the citysearch DJ title? so yeah, last night it was my prerogative to save my soul. keith totp rang to say he was at the dark room with the chalets and various members of art brut 47 (please see page 16 of AM New York for the best interview evs), and while part of me wanted to play good hostess and take the gang to the annex for carlos' dj set, i opted to sit out the mets rain delay and smoke weed with dave magadan. sorry guys, ill be up with ya for the next 3 days, youll deal.
so yeah, sarahs entry made me laugh and think about things in general... so bunny, if youre reading this, the story is as follows. YOU (sarah l. jewitinn) are larry david. I am jeff. end of story. you are the one who says things that i want to say but never find the balls. i am the one who stands there laughing and saying "thats my short stack!" i think weve disagreed on a couple of things in our friendship (*cough* fallout boy *cough* refused *cough* the futureheads), but overall were here to feed each others fires. you fill me in on america. i fill you in on the uk. you fill me in on the teen scene, i tell you about RATT's behind the music. shit like that. yin and yang. larry and jeff. however you want to put it.
i took this weekend off from the handshake circuit for a variety of reasons. mom day was mom day, and i just generally need to detox before art bruts arrival. always. i spent a lot of time on the couch (when brigids away, i get to play! yes, my roommate confines me to my bedroom when shes home), watching metal mania on VH1 and my beloved mets. tonight art brut round bajillion starts, and if anyone fucking spoils the top model and top chef finales for me i will slit your nutsacks and feed your cahones to stephen from top chef with a glass of saffron infused cabernet.
i always knew that sarah and i would age together, gracefully or not, so its nice to read her blog and see that both of us were being crotchety old farts last night. she, in bed with her stories, me on my couch with my baseball. i mean really, with agendas like that how can we NOT win the citysearch DJ title? so yeah, last night it was my prerogative to save my soul. keith totp rang to say he was at the dark room with the chalets and various members of art brut 47 (please see page 16 of AM New York for the best interview evs), and while part of me wanted to play good hostess and take the gang to the annex for carlos' dj set, i opted to sit out the mets rain delay and smoke weed with dave magadan. sorry guys, ill be up with ya for the next 3 days, youll deal.
so yeah, sarahs entry made me laugh and think about things in general... so bunny, if youre reading this, the story is as follows. YOU (sarah l. jewitinn) are larry david. I am jeff. end of story. you are the one who says things that i want to say but never find the balls. i am the one who stands there laughing and saying "thats my short stack!" i think weve disagreed on a couple of things in our friendship (*cough* fallout boy *cough* refused *cough* the futureheads), but overall were here to feed each others fires. you fill me in on america. i fill you in on the uk. you fill me in on the teen scene, i tell you about RATT's behind the music. shit like that. yin and yang. larry and jeff. however you want to put it.
i took this weekend off from the handshake circuit for a variety of reasons. mom day was mom day, and i just generally need to detox before art bruts arrival. always. i spent a lot of time on the couch (when brigids away, i get to play! yes, my roommate confines me to my bedroom when shes home), watching metal mania on VH1 and my beloved mets. tonight art brut round bajillion starts, and if anyone fucking spoils the top model and top chef finales for me i will slit your nutsacks and feed your cahones to stephen from top chef with a glass of saffron infused cabernet.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
YOU AINT IN wiL-LIAMSBURG NO MORE
i was wondering why my posts had been on the dull side lately, and i realized its because i, uh, dont go out anymore? i mean, ok, thats not really fair... i go out every thursday, but theres only so many times i can write about the funitude of seeing friends at the annex. SO, thankfully, this weekend was full of complete and utter old-school tarts of pleasure and friends nonsense. and i think its safe to say we all have matt rubano to thank for it. ok, and you too, brandon reilly.
for those of you who are not emos, this past weekend was the bamboozle festival in jerzee. on the surface, it was hell. when jenny, nora and i arrived we were greeted with the unfortunate reality of $7 bottles of bud. and lots and lots of kids. lots of em. now, i like kids. hell, i guess i still sort of am one. but when youre nearly 25 years old and youre surrounded by kids in their teens pawing each other and slicing up their forearms in protest of the elimination of soft drinks in schools.... you start to feel old. or at least, responsible. jenny kept calling me out for being "mom" of the day - "jenny, bring a jacket," "jenny, wear sensible shoes," "jenny, dont make out with aiden dude."
it was a couple of hours before we actually located sarah, gurj, brian, brandon and the rest of team VIP. i had a lot of catching up to do, so brian led me into the vodka-red bull lounge and informed the bartender (that hed spent the afternoon seducing) that i needed something quick. she obligingly poured me a tumbler of vodka, and handed over a can of red bull to wash it down with. SCORE. soon enough, i was sufficiently sauced up to go scouring for wiL aiden. i mean, i dont see nearly enough emorbid dudes on the lower east side, i gotta get my fill in jerz toooo! lucky for me, dude was totally faux-stalking us. in the sense that we pretty much saw him EVERYWHERE. as one friend said, "he seems to make himself pretty available considering the elusive lead singer mystique." we saw him in catering. we saw him clawing at the stage during TBS' set. we saw him in the sephora lounge. but we were all too fucking pussy-footed to do anything about it. no photos, no awkward introductions, just loads and loads of slap-happy giggling and chatter of love lost. i am SO bummed to know us.
my personal highlight was clearly taking back sunday - brian, gurj and i stood on the side of the stage rooting for matt and fondling each other like schoolchildren. brian had never even heard a TBS song and couldnt believe that the dude he has dinner with had 20,000 screaming people in his fucking pocket. gurj and i were playing the roles of superfans 1 and 2- singing along, high-fiving, yelling at dan keyes (who was planted below us).
after the set, jenny, matt and i caught a lift back to the city with our buddies fernando, courtney and bruce mcd. the ride was almost more fun than the actual festival. matt adopted a viennese accent and started asking the people in neighboring cars if they had heard of fall out boy. we complimented people on their camaros and i bought a bootleg tshirt with matts face on it so that i could get off on occasionally informing him that his "face is on my crotch." see? maturity really does set in at 25.
ill let gurj and sarah fill everyone in on our exciting foray into street-teaming (permanent me, you so fucking owe us). meanwhile, come to the annex tomorrow night. radio 4 are having a record release party (theyre performing for free at 1030 - though i think it may be closed to the public til after their set), and then starting around 11:15 its the celebration of gurj "b is for brown" bassi's birthday. there may or may not be a braining in the works....
i was wondering why my posts had been on the dull side lately, and i realized its because i, uh, dont go out anymore? i mean, ok, thats not really fair... i go out every thursday, but theres only so many times i can write about the funitude of seeing friends at the annex. SO, thankfully, this weekend was full of complete and utter old-school tarts of pleasure and friends nonsense. and i think its safe to say we all have matt rubano to thank for it. ok, and you too, brandon reilly.
for those of you who are not emos, this past weekend was the bamboozle festival in jerzee. on the surface, it was hell. when jenny, nora and i arrived we were greeted with the unfortunate reality of $7 bottles of bud. and lots and lots of kids. lots of em. now, i like kids. hell, i guess i still sort of am one. but when youre nearly 25 years old and youre surrounded by kids in their teens pawing each other and slicing up their forearms in protest of the elimination of soft drinks in schools.... you start to feel old. or at least, responsible. jenny kept calling me out for being "mom" of the day - "jenny, bring a jacket," "jenny, wear sensible shoes," "jenny, dont make out with aiden dude."
it was a couple of hours before we actually located sarah, gurj, brian, brandon and the rest of team VIP. i had a lot of catching up to do, so brian led me into the vodka-red bull lounge and informed the bartender (that hed spent the afternoon seducing) that i needed something quick. she obligingly poured me a tumbler of vodka, and handed over a can of red bull to wash it down with. SCORE. soon enough, i was sufficiently sauced up to go scouring for wiL aiden. i mean, i dont see nearly enough emorbid dudes on the lower east side, i gotta get my fill in jerz toooo! lucky for me, dude was totally faux-stalking us. in the sense that we pretty much saw him EVERYWHERE. as one friend said, "he seems to make himself pretty available considering the elusive lead singer mystique." we saw him in catering. we saw him clawing at the stage during TBS' set. we saw him in the sephora lounge. but we were all too fucking pussy-footed to do anything about it. no photos, no awkward introductions, just loads and loads of slap-happy giggling and chatter of love lost. i am SO bummed to know us.
my personal highlight was clearly taking back sunday - brian, gurj and i stood on the side of the stage rooting for matt and fondling each other like schoolchildren. brian had never even heard a TBS song and couldnt believe that the dude he has dinner with had 20,000 screaming people in his fucking pocket. gurj and i were playing the roles of superfans 1 and 2- singing along, high-fiving, yelling at dan keyes (who was planted below us).
after the set, jenny, matt and i caught a lift back to the city with our buddies fernando, courtney and bruce mcd. the ride was almost more fun than the actual festival. matt adopted a viennese accent and started asking the people in neighboring cars if they had heard of fall out boy. we complimented people on their camaros and i bought a bootleg tshirt with matts face on it so that i could get off on occasionally informing him that his "face is on my crotch." see? maturity really does set in at 25.
ill let gurj and sarah fill everyone in on our exciting foray into street-teaming (permanent me, you so fucking owe us). meanwhile, come to the annex tomorrow night. radio 4 are having a record release party (theyre performing for free at 1030 - though i think it may be closed to the public til after their set), and then starting around 11:15 its the celebration of gurj "b is for brown" bassi's birthday. there may or may not be a braining in the works....
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
BULLET POINT TUESDAY
- go to citysearch. would be much appreciated if you gives us tarts some love. and by love i mean voting, and also a hug.
- cold war kids are my heroes.
- i really wish i had seen daft punk at coachella.
- i miss art brut.
- a band featuring a former roommate will be playing a free, unannounced (unless you count this as an announcement) gig at the annex for stolen transmission this week (as in thursday). (not the band, i kinda wish it was the band though! not that i dont love my old roomie, im just bummed that i didnt know thursday was playing tonight!)
- can we discuss the fact that stephen got the boot from top chef? FUCK YEAH! wine dinner my ass!
- new futureheads. theyre playing webster hall on my birthday. ive already alerted jaff and asked that he tune up their very best rendition of hitty bitty. (and FY everyones I, my other babies, we are scientists are playing irving plaza that very same night. wheres sam when you need him?)
- final note:
carlos d? or gurj's boyfriend?
- go to citysearch. would be much appreciated if you gives us tarts some love. and by love i mean voting, and also a hug.
- cold war kids are my heroes.
- i really wish i had seen daft punk at coachella.
- i miss art brut.
- a band featuring a former roommate will be playing a free, unannounced (unless you count this as an announcement) gig at the annex for stolen transmission this week (as in thursday). (not the band, i kinda wish it was the band though! not that i dont love my old roomie, im just bummed that i didnt know thursday was playing tonight!)
- can we discuss the fact that stephen got the boot from top chef? FUCK YEAH! wine dinner my ass!
- new futureheads. theyre playing webster hall on my birthday. ive already alerted jaff and asked that he tune up their very best rendition of hitty bitty. (and FY everyones I, my other babies, we are scientists are playing irving plaza that very same night. wheres sam when you need him?)
- final note:
carlos d? or gurj's boyfriend?
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