Saturday, November 15, 2003
DC Peeps
Excellent.
Non-YYYs pics from the 22 hours of DC are here.
(You can find an entire nine weeks of pics here.)
Non-YYYs pics from the 22 hours of DC are here.
(You can find an entire nine weeks of pics here.)
Le Tigre & Church Signs
Friday, November 14, 2003
The Problem With Pants
Of course, to find pants, I would actually have to go into a store and purchase them.
After I select pants, try on pants, put pants back, find more pants, try more pants on, and purchase pants.
The fact that this actually takes more than five minutes is precisely the reason I have three work pants I actually like to wear and two I only wear when the others have been worn to death and need washing.
Maybe I'll just sit here and mentally will a new pair into the closet...
After I select pants, try on pants, put pants back, find more pants, try more pants on, and purchase pants.
The fact that this actually takes more than five minutes is precisely the reason I have three work pants I actually like to wear and two I only wear when the others have been worn to death and need washing.
Maybe I'll just sit here and mentally will a new pair into the closet...
Did Someone Say Pants?
I'm excited and drained all at once.
Big fantastic weekend ahead. Not as rockstar as last weekend, but still very fab.
I'll be taking in some art, some artifacts, some gems, some food, some pics, some live music, some beer, and some good company.
If I'm lucky I'll find a new pair of pants this weekend.
Ah, pants.
I love pants. The plural of "pant."
My cheap ol' work kakis are lookin' old and tired. How am I supposed to fake myself into feeling awake and alert with these poor fading camel brown pants?
It may be hard to find time to find pants this weekend, but maybe a new pair will just magically materialize in the closet by the time Monday rolls around.
At least I still have the old Levi's Action Slacks.
Combo those w/ a clever sweater vest and it's non-stop fashion fun.
Maybe I can just find another pair of Action Slacks at the thrifter...
Big fantastic weekend ahead. Not as rockstar as last weekend, but still very fab.
I'll be taking in some art, some artifacts, some gems, some food, some pics, some live music, some beer, and some good company.
If I'm lucky I'll find a new pair of pants this weekend.
Ah, pants.
I love pants. The plural of "pant."
My cheap ol' work kakis are lookin' old and tired. How am I supposed to fake myself into feeling awake and alert with these poor fading camel brown pants?
It may be hard to find time to find pants this weekend, but maybe a new pair will just magically materialize in the closet by the time Monday rolls around.
At least I still have the old Levi's Action Slacks.
Combo those w/ a clever sweater vest and it's non-stop fashion fun.
Maybe I can just find another pair of Action Slacks at the thrifter...
!!!
Happy Friday!!!
Blustery Fluff
Blogger was down yesterday morning before I went to work, so I was not able to post that it was _snowing_.
There was no accumulation, but it snowed and snowed yesterday. It snowed in spurts, between periods of bright sunshine, and it snowed sideways. It was very windy and big fluffs of snow kept going sideways by the windows at work. I'm glad we have windows.
Welcome back, winter. Sit and stay a while.
There was no accumulation, but it snowed and snowed yesterday. It snowed in spurts, between periods of bright sunshine, and it snowed sideways. It was very windy and big fluffs of snow kept going sideways by the windows at work. I'm glad we have windows.
Welcome back, winter. Sit and stay a while.
Karen O Pics Now Available in Isle 629
Alright. Here are the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
And here's Part II.
(If you were one of the two people who saw the temp pic page, never mind that. These are better. That post is deleted.)
And here's Part II.
(If you were one of the two people who saw the temp pic page, never mind that. These are better. That post is deleted.)
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Oh, Karen O
All I know is that we got back from DC Sunday night, and now it's Thursday night. Not sure how that happened but I'll take it.
OK. So I've been thinking about this post since, oh, before the Yeah Yeah Yeahs show even started. It's not that I've been obsessing about it (though I have), it's that I haven't had time to sit down and post.
But here we go.
First off, I know that of the ten people that check this page regularly, five of them were at the show with me. So, my one–woman campaign to turn the world on to The Story of [Karen] O may not be very fruitful from |now candy| alone. So, with that, get out there and buy the CD, see the show, and post post post and yap yap yap about it. I need your help.
Next, their album cover. It doesn't look like they sound. It looks like just another two-bit punk band. They are not just another two-bit punk band. (Don't get me wrong, I can't get enough of one-album two-bit punk bands, but this is not the YYYs.) Listening to Fever to Tell, and looking at the album cover, you have no idea what you are getting into.
Maybe that is exactly what made the show so damn hot.
All I had to go on was (1) two listens to the album (thanks to Truss), (2) the album cover, (3) the fact that the show was at the 9:30, and (4) that the DC crew was excited to see them. I've seen many many shows based on less substantial information, but I haven't seen many shows that blew me away to the extent that I just wanted to fuck something afterwards. (During the show would have been too distracting.)
OK. Props to the drummer Brian Chase and guitarist Nick Zinner. The Chase is a sweet-faced rocker and Zinner is a super-thin power house. Somehow they (the only musical accompaniment to Karen O) push the sound of one hundred thousand hormones pulsed by sparkling huge strap-ons out through the house speakers. Very effective. Very amazing. Thanks guys.
Oh, Karen O. Aside from her short striped strapped dress, double layered knit stockings, and clear plastic bowler, what made you glue your eyes to Karen O the ENTIRE EFFING SHOW was this: her smile.
Hear me out.
You can hear her smile in the album. She is having a _good_ time. Not candy kisses and lollypop good time, but "I'm seducing you and titillating you to out-of-your-mind-climax and you can't even touch me" good time. She's the girl at the party with the ridiculous boots, stiff drink, and false eye lashes who keeps throwing you smiles that say "you wish you loved me as much as I do." And you are fascinated. You can't stare enough. That was her show. She kept smiling while tearing around on the stage and her smiles were pure self–enjoyment.
It was fucking invigorating to see a woman who knows her effect on a crowd. And loves it. She basked in herself. She loved every moment that each man/woman/other in the house could not turn away. She felt no need to act the bullshit fake-coy. She has sexual force and she loves pushing it around. But the art of the matter is that there really is no pushing involved. It's more like riding. Riding a sexual tidal wave of wet.
And I love her for it.
Thank you.
OK. So I've been thinking about this post since, oh, before the Yeah Yeah Yeahs show even started. It's not that I've been obsessing about it (though I have), it's that I haven't had time to sit down and post.
But here we go.
First off, I know that of the ten people that check this page regularly, five of them were at the show with me. So, my one–woman campaign to turn the world on to The Story of [Karen] O may not be very fruitful from |now candy| alone. So, with that, get out there and buy the CD, see the show, and post post post and yap yap yap about it. I need your help.
Next, their album cover. It doesn't look like they sound. It looks like just another two-bit punk band. They are not just another two-bit punk band. (Don't get me wrong, I can't get enough of one-album two-bit punk bands, but this is not the YYYs.) Listening to Fever to Tell, and looking at the album cover, you have no idea what you are getting into.
Maybe that is exactly what made the show so damn hot.
All I had to go on was (1) two listens to the album (thanks to Truss), (2) the album cover, (3) the fact that the show was at the 9:30, and (4) that the DC crew was excited to see them. I've seen many many shows based on less substantial information, but I haven't seen many shows that blew me away to the extent that I just wanted to fuck something afterwards. (During the show would have been too distracting.)
OK. Props to the drummer Brian Chase and guitarist Nick Zinner. The Chase is a sweet-faced rocker and Zinner is a super-thin power house. Somehow they (the only musical accompaniment to Karen O) push the sound of one hundred thousand hormones pulsed by sparkling huge strap-ons out through the house speakers. Very effective. Very amazing. Thanks guys.
Oh, Karen O. Aside from her short striped strapped dress, double layered knit stockings, and clear plastic bowler, what made you glue your eyes to Karen O the ENTIRE EFFING SHOW was this: her smile.
Hear me out.
You can hear her smile in the album. She is having a _good_ time. Not candy kisses and lollypop good time, but "I'm seducing you and titillating you to out-of-your-mind-climax and you can't even touch me" good time. She's the girl at the party with the ridiculous boots, stiff drink, and false eye lashes who keeps throwing you smiles that say "you wish you loved me as much as I do." And you are fascinated. You can't stare enough. That was her show. She kept smiling while tearing around on the stage and her smiles were pure self–enjoyment.
It was fucking invigorating to see a woman who knows her effect on a crowd. And loves it. She basked in herself. She loved every moment that each man/woman/other in the house could not turn away. She felt no need to act the bullshit fake-coy. She has sexual force and she loves pushing it around. But the art of the matter is that there really is no pushing involved. It's more like riding. Riding a sexual tidal wave of wet.
And I love her for it.
Thank you.
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Our Brothers, Sisters, Mothers, and Fathers
Let us not forget our Veterans. Every day.
Time Flies
Holy crap! How is it almost 1:00 am?!!!
OK.
Well, the good news is the picture page is even more updated now. It had been three weeks I couldn't post to it.
The bad news is the the DC pic page is not up yet... I need to go to bed. It may get posted as two pages: (1) YYYs and (2) non-YYYs.
If any of the DC peeps out there don't want their happy mugs associated with |now candy| or its contents, now would be the time to speak up/e-mail.
More good news: my music purchase from Saturday at Paul's kicks ass. In no particular order, here's the albums with a one to nineteen word review:
-The Darkness/Permission to Land: Glam rock that kicks the pants off the old original glam rock.
-!!!/!!!: Haven't listened all way through yet, but promising.
-Basement Jaxx/Kish Kash: Buy it even if you don't like B Jaxx, this one kicks the pants off the other albums.
-The Rapture/Echos: Robert Smith fucking crawled into this guy's throat and made him start The Rapture. Really.
-The Shins/Shoots too Narrow: Floors me.
-The Dandy Warhols/Welcome to the Monkey House: They pick up where the Love and Rockets left off ten years ago. Very good with a lot of layers.
-Yeah Yeah Yeahs/Fever to Tell: Someone else said it best, "Karen O has a voice you want to fuck." Yep. I can't tell you what her live show makes you want to do.
-Stereo Total/Monokini: Random purchase thanks to record store guy not understanding what I said. Very good.
-Stereo Total/Oh Ah!: See above. It was his "Kill Rockstars just re-released these, they're pretty hard to get" comment that sold me.
Sorry, no links. I want to go to bed. You know how to run a search engine...
OK.
Well, the good news is the picture page is even more updated now. It had been three weeks I couldn't post to it.
The bad news is the the DC pic page is not up yet... I need to go to bed. It may get posted as two pages: (1) YYYs and (2) non-YYYs.
If any of the DC peeps out there don't want their happy mugs associated with |now candy| or its contents, now would be the time to speak up/e-mail.
More good news: my music purchase from Saturday at Paul's kicks ass. In no particular order, here's the albums with a one to nineteen word review:
-The Darkness/Permission to Land: Glam rock that kicks the pants off the old original glam rock.
-!!!/!!!: Haven't listened all way through yet, but promising.
-Basement Jaxx/Kish Kash: Buy it even if you don't like B Jaxx, this one kicks the pants off the other albums.
-The Rapture/Echos: Robert Smith fucking crawled into this guy's throat and made him start The Rapture. Really.
-The Shins/Shoots too Narrow: Floors me.
-The Dandy Warhols/Welcome to the Monkey House: They pick up where the Love and Rockets left off ten years ago. Very good with a lot of layers.
-Yeah Yeah Yeahs/Fever to Tell: Someone else said it best, "Karen O has a voice you want to fuck." Yep. I can't tell you what her live show makes you want to do.
-Stereo Total/Monokini: Random purchase thanks to record store guy not understanding what I said. Very good.
-Stereo Total/Oh Ah!: See above. It was his "Kill Rockstars just re-released these, they're pretty hard to get" comment that sold me.
Sorry, no links. I want to go to bed. You know how to run a search engine...
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Back On It
Good news!!! I can post to the picture page again!!!
Hurray!!!
The bad news, I'm behind and only have new pics from three weeks ago.
That's OK. There are three new pages (PGH #6) you'll find at the bottom of here. Some of these may look familiar because of a taster page I posted that weekend.
This is excellent, though, because I don't have to find another way to post pictures yet (I was afraid I'd never get this to work again). Hopefully within the week I'll be able to post pics from the past few weekends and catch up.
Hurray!!!
The bad news, I'm behind and only have new pics from three weeks ago.
That's OK. There are three new pages (PGH #6) you'll find at the bottom of here. Some of these may look familiar because of a taster page I posted that weekend.
This is excellent, though, because I don't have to find another way to post pictures yet (I was afraid I'd never get this to work again). Hopefully within the week I'll be able to post pics from the past few weekends and catch up.
The Beauty of Friends
I'm sure a few of my friends will get phone calls from me over the next while concerning things I'm trying to sort out.
Thanks to the duo that got the three-way going tonight to offer exactly what I needed: someone to hear myself say things to and someone to hear responses from.
I can only give myself so much advice.
The beauty of having friends you can be brutally honest with (and who expect nothing less), is that it forces you to be brutally honest with yourself.
Thanks to the duo that got the three-way going tonight to offer exactly what I needed: someone to hear myself say things to and someone to hear responses from.
I can only give myself so much advice.
The beauty of having friends you can be brutally honest with (and who expect nothing less), is that it forces you to be brutally honest with yourself.
Monday, November 10, 2003
YYYs
To quote a comment: "YYY's are totally awesome."
This is a very true statement. This is also a very true statement: "The Yeah Yeah Yeahs are all about Karen O and you will understand that when you see them live."
Obviously, we are all very thankful for the drummer and guitarist. Thank you, Brian Chase and Nick Zinner.
But, you know what, the world is a different place now that I've seen Karen O.
Karen O.
The rock star, the woman, the microphone head.
And it never got old seeing her mouth that microphone.
OK.
More later. Presently, I feel the urge to try and un-mess this apartment a bit. If I can just put everything in its home, I'd be ahead of the game. Problem is, I've been such a non-apartment-cleaner since I moved here, not everything has homes yet...
This is a very true statement. This is also a very true statement: "The Yeah Yeah Yeahs are all about Karen O and you will understand that when you see them live."
Obviously, we are all very thankful for the drummer and guitarist. Thank you, Brian Chase and Nick Zinner.
But, you know what, the world is a different place now that I've seen Karen O.
Karen O.
The rock star, the woman, the microphone head.
And it never got old seeing her mouth that microphone.
OK.
More later. Presently, I feel the urge to try and un-mess this apartment a bit. If I can just put everything in its home, I'd be ahead of the game. Problem is, I've been such a non-apartment-cleaner since I moved here, not everything has homes yet...
Back to Monday
OH my! What a weekend. More on this later.
But for now, thanks to all the friends. Each and everyone of you are simply beautiful people. Thank you.
But for now, thanks to all the friends. Each and everyone of you are simply beautiful people. Thank you.
