Filed under: Music, oy oy oy | Tags: Black Sabbath, Candlebox, I kinda like Far Behind, sadness, Sigur Ros
Which “SMELL[s] OF SIGUR ROS’S STUDIO, WHILE THEY GO ABOUT THE QUASI-MYSTICAL BUSINESS OF MAKING THE MAGIC HAPPEN…THIS CANDLE BURNS FOR 35 EVOCATIVE HOURS OF “INSTANT ICELAND”, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.”
Or something like that. I bet it’s good for band farts.
But you know who’s probably kicking themselves over the missed opportunity? Candlebox. I could speculate about what their candle would smell like, but all roads would probably lead to: sadness. About being left “Far Behind.”
Filed under: Music, New York, oy oy oy | Tags: black and yellow black and yellow black and yellow, maybe they really like black and yellow, people are dumb
…But I think it was only because the crowd was jealous of his awesome fashion sense.
Seriously, what the crap was up with that? First of all, SO LAME. Second, he was like, the only one on the lineup I was excited about seeing. And third: I kinda really do want that sweatsuit.
[At the Best Buy Theater, 4/9/12]
Filed under: 'Stache, Hello boysssss, Music, oy oy oy, Weird Science | Tags: aging rock stars, also there were aerialists, play november rainnnnnnn, please note the bunny rabbit, please note the mustache
At the Guns n’ Roses gig at Hiro Ballroom last night.
Filed under: Hello boysssss, Music, New York, oy oy oy | Tags: happy valentine's day!, no idea why this show happened but glad it did, the rapture
Maybe because his wife doesn’t let him do it at home? You know, bad example for the kid and whatnot.
Devising his plan
Hoppin’ on the drum kit
“It’s nice up here!”
“I bet the view’s even better if I stand up.”
“Watch out for the candles!”
The model on the right is so totally scared right now.
[At Imitation of Christ’s NYFW presentation, 2/12, Buddakan]
Filed under: Music, oy oy oy, sometimes i like to do things with dolls | Tags: make money money make money money money, someone help the music business
You guys, it’s already December! I seriously need to get started on my holiday shopping. Luckily Warner Bros. Records has made it so easy for me to find the perfect gift for every member of my family.
I think my dad would dig these Mastodon steins because he 1) loves porcelain, 2) is a huge fan of metal, and 3) drinks beer. They’re basically perfect!
My mother, on the other hand, is a candy fiend who dreams of being surrounded by babies (or so it seems like when she’s all like “when are you having babies?” Huh? HUH???), so I think for her these Flaming Lips gummy fetuses will work just fine. They’re edible AND have a USB drive with a new song embedded in the cranium.
I hope she likes them, because these puppies are gonna run me $150. Ouch.
My sister is a little trickier to shop for. However, she’s a gardener who also loves New Wave, so I think this Devo “Energy Dome” hat / upside down flower pot should do the trick.
And my brother-in-law is a piece of cake. He wishes he were a Southern rapper but he also has to go to work in an office every day (borrringggg), so these temporary Gucci Mane face tatts and Brick Squad bandanna are just what he needs for his weekend carousing:
Just like Gucci!
But guys, I deserve a present too. We all know I love smooth crooners, especially Canadian ones, and am all about underwear that looks like it doesn’t breathe. Obviously, these are perfect:
Michael Bublé knows just what a girl wants.