Got cajoled into attending Myspace/MTV townhall on Saturday. Planning to ask Huckabee what he REALLY thinks of Bill Laswell’s awesome riffs.
“A cross between Michael Bolton and Leonard Cohen”: yeah, but no mention of Buckethead or fretless bass?!
Holy god, the Julian Schnabel album cannot possibly exist. http://xrl.us/bffqp
It took Swifty exactly as much time to pick a puppet avatar on fandango.com as it did for me to buy tickets. That pretty much sums it up.
Bunny Comen, Colleen Zero, Eureka Signs, Jane O’Wakinguniverse, Jill Hives, Tykie Love, N. Joy Jerusalem, Soggy Beavers…
That said, GBV songs/references as notional-Bond-girl-names: Amber Gris, Bally Hoo, Bea Thousand, Birdie Unshaven, Dusty Bushworms…
Bummed that somebody else got to the “‘Quantum of Solace’ sounds like a lost GBV album title” joke before I did. http://xrl.us/beuuh
“Eddie gets a DX7”-era Halen might be my favorite Halen of them all. I imagine him like a little kid: “Dave, check out these synth bells!”
Comment-section fruitflies: I applaud your recent decision to call them “half-butt articles” instead of “half-a$$.” A+++ WOULD DIGG IT AGAIN
My Office ‘08 review: I never thought I’d hear buzz about rounded corners in 2008, and it doesn’t mean the ribbon can eat my balls any less.
I mean, say what you will about “I’ll Wait” - Michael Anthony’s tentative “BOMP BOMP BOMP” line is kinda hilarious as a “2-OSC BASS” preset.
“Wire” S05E05: maybe the greatest Clay Davis “sheeeeeeeeeeit” ever?
Third bad head cold since Thanksgiving. I may be singlehandedly keeping Walgreens’ stock afloat.
Forgot how much I enjoyed having a giant TV around the house.
Marketing opportunities we’ve missed out on lately: dirigibles, airships, autogyros, balloons, zeppelins, flying wings, Kongming lanterns…
More shows should take previews-of-next-week’s-injury cues from “American Gladiators.” My iCal for Monday night: “SOMEBODY BREAKS A FEMUR.”
Whenever your Flickr photo is “best viewed large,” I automatically assume you’ve described yourself as a “serious artist” at some point.
Hurling myself out my office window is the only way I’m going to get to enjoy the freakishly nice weather today.