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April 21, 2008

Bob Knows Best

I totally have a new favorite local band, and its name is Bob Knows Best. From the website:

The band’s original songs have earned them comparisons to Weird Al Yankovic, They Might Be Giants, Barenaked Ladies, Tenacious D, and Flight of the Conchords. . . The Mission of Bob Knows Best, or BKB for short, is to expose the band's listeners to a selection of songs to quench their diverse musical thirst and put a smile on their faces at the same time. BKB can take you to the funk of the 70’s, the vaudevillian sounds of 1910, the country flavor of yesteryear and then back to the rock sounds of today.

Shy Guy and I went to see them on Friday night and we had an absolute blast. Not only are the band members extremely talented musicians, but the songs are catchy and funny as hell they put on a great show. I highly suggest that you click on over to their MySpace page and listen to a few tracks; you'll be glad you did.

January 11, 2008

Silence! I kill you!

I know I'm late to the party here, but this is some of the funniest shit I've seen in quite some time:

Many thanks to The Fireman for sending me this little gem and brightening up what was otherwise an awful day.

December 03, 2007

Open Letter: KROQ Edition

Dear KROQ,

Are you trying to prevent people from buying tickets to this year's Acoustic Christmas? That's the only possible explanation I can think of for the convoluted way in which you've handled the event.

First, there was the overblown buildup to the announcements of each night's line-up. Normally I would have been out right there, but the line-ups were so good that I begrudginly agreed to stand by for purchase information.

Next came the ruling that tickets would only be available to KROQ Street Team members. I seriously resent being forced to sign up for your marketing vehicle in order to spend my money on your event, but fine - I gritted my teeth and signed up to get spammed.

Then there was the interminable waiting for ticket information. Acoustic Christmas is this weekend, but on-sale information wasn't sent out until about twenty minutes ago. KROQ used to be above that type of false, unnecessary hype but not anymore, it seems.

At last, the ticket information. Great! Except for three little things:

1) The tickets go on sale at 5pm and 6pm tomorrow. When most adults are, you know, WORKING or driving home from working. Hardly a good time to be in front of a computer. But I guess it's ok since the server will no doubt get overloaded within 10 minutes and lock most people out anyway.

2) Then there's this little gem: Sales to this event will be restricted to residents of Los Angeles, Orange, Riverside, San Bernardino, and Ventura Counties. Residency will be based on credit card billing address. Orders by residents outside Los Angeles, Orange, Riverside, San Bernardino, and Ventura Counties will be canceled without notice and refunds given. What? Why?

3) And finally: $187.00 a pair? Seriously?

So... I jumped through all of your freaking hoops only to be told that tickets will be outside my budget and go on sale at a time that I can't possibly hope to be in front of a computer to make my purchase (even if I could afford it). Awesome.

KROQ, WTF are you thinking?

No love,
Me

P.S. I'd also like to add an extra-special "Fuck you" to Ticketmaster for charging people $2.50 MORE for printing their tickets at home. Because somehow using my printer, and my ink, costs Ticketmaster more money? Right.

November 06, 2007

Housework

Words cannot describe how much I love this photo and its caption.

(Thanks, Jason!)

September 27, 2007

An ego check, and some pimpage

This morning I left my house feeling chipper and fabulous. The sun was shining, my outfit was cute, I'd finally installed an adapter to allow me to listen to my iPod in my car, and I had free bagels to look forward to at work. Life was pretty darn good.

I pulled into the gas station to fill up my tank and, when I hopped out of my car, I was pleased to notice that I'd managed to line my gas cap up almost perfectly with the pump (I usually undershoot it a bit). I grabbed my wallet out of my purse, turned to pay, and promptly smacked myself in the back of the head with my door as I swung it closed. The impact was so startling that tears sprang to my eyes and for a split second I had no idea what had happened.

Then the (cute) guy at the pump across from me burst into laughter. Thanks, jerk.

Ahem.

In other news, it occurred to me this morning that I have been dreadfully remiss in not pimping Sound & Fury's current show, Cyranose! Your last two chances to see it are tomorrow and Saturday so get thee to Club Fais Do-Do! Personally, I'll be there Saturday!

Cyranose

September 09, 2007

Open Letter: MTV Edition

Dear MTV,

You fought a hard battle to resuscitate the VMAs. Really, you did. After watching your ratings tank for the last couple of years, you decided to put all your chips in on one last hand with a new location, new format, and new categories. A valiant effort.

However, I think it's safe to say that you lost that hand; it's time to back away from the table and head back to your hotel suite to sleep it off. Maybe when you wake up, it will all have been a bad dream.

Your first mistake was signing Britney up to open the show. Not only has she not had an album out since 2004, she's a complete trainwreck. Unsurprisingly, she wandered through her choreography and mumbled through her lip-sync, looking slightly confused and lost in the bright lights the whole time. She was painful to watch, but it was moderately entertaining to watch the audience members try to keep a straight face when the cameras panned across them.

Your second mistake was Sarah Silverman. As has been proven countless times before, she is not funny when she's put in any kind of hosting situation. Scripted comedy? FIne. Stand up? Fine? But she is not good at hosting and you people need to stop making her try. Plus, did she really need to do so many Britney jokes? The audience was already squirming from Britney's performance, the tired old jokes about her cooch and her kids were totally unnecessary.

Your third mistake was the new categories. "Monster SIngle of the Year" essentially translates to "Most Overplayed Song of the Year" and "Quadruple Threat of the Year" is just... stupid. Stop it. Just stop it.

There were some mistakes on the technical side too. Please fire whoever designed the seating arrangement. It should never take a winner more than 45 seconds to get to the stage; watching Beyonce squeeze her way between tables didn't exactly make for compelling television. If you insist on having the tables that close together so they can be danced on later, at least have the good sense to put the nominees at the front and on the outside edges so they have some hope of getting on the stage to accept their awards in a reasonable amount of time.

Also, please fire your Graphics department. The robotic nomination packages got old really, really fast.

All that being said, there were some highlights. Chris Brown gave an absolutely phenomenal performance (which should have opened the show) and Justin totally gets a round of applause for asking (twice!) that you "play more damn videos." The suite parties were way more entertaining than the main show and hey, at least now we know the title of the next Indiana Jones movie. But a handful of highlights does not a good show make.

I realize that I'm dating myself with this question, but do you remember when the Video Music Awards were about, I don't know... music? And videos?

Yeah, neither do I.

Perhaps next year you'd like to refresh everyone's memory?

No Love,
Me

September 05, 2007

Watch the stars

Rest in peace, Maestro.
Would that tomorrow morning's light could dissolve your silence.

August 24, 2007

Lyrics to live by

Life is Beautiful
Sixx:A.M.

You can’t quit until you try
You can’t live until you die
You can’t learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie

You can’t breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you’re the joke
There’s nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive

Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?

I know some things that you don’t
I’ve done things that you won’t
There’s nothing like a trailer park to find your way back home

I was waiting for my hearse
What came next was so much worse
It took a funeral to make me feel alive

Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?

Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?

Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?

Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?

May 09, 2007

Please, listen.

As I was driving home tonight, enjoying my favorite guilty pleasure*, I heard the following dedication:

Girl: Hi, this is Jessica and I want to make a dedication?
Karen: Yes Jessica, what can we play for you?
Girl: Um, I Will Always Love You?
Karen: And who do you want to dedicate that to tonight?
Girl: To Justin. I just want to tell him that I love him and that I'll never leave him.
Karen: Ah, are you two having some problems?
Girl: No, I just want to tell him that because I love him and we have an amazing relationship.
Karen: ... OK Jessica, I'll be happy to play that for you. Justin? This one's going out just to you. It's I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston here on "Love Songs on the KOST."Please

Gee, Jessica, which part of the song do you think will show Justin your unwillingness to leave his side? The part that says So I'll go, but I know I'll think of you every step of the way? Or the part that says So good-bye. Please, don't cry. We both know I'm not what you, you need?

People, please. THINK before you make a song dedication, will you? Listen to ALL the lyrics, not just the freaking chorus.

Sheesh.

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*I know, I know - Karen Sharp is more annoying than Paris Hilton. But the romantic in me likes the fact that there's an entire radio show dedicated to telling others how much they're loved, or treasured, or missed. It restores some measure of my faith in humanity.

May 06, 2007

She's got living to do, baby

The L.A. Times did an article on Joy Nash this morning. When she posted on her blog that she was going to be interviewed, I admit that I was skeptical - the L.A. Times is not known for its balanced reporting, especially on anything entertainment, image, or style related.

This article, however, is FABULOUS.

I love that it's The Mirror story, the daily style item.

I love that the writer understands Joy's project isn't about reforming America, but about reforming "fat people's attitude toward themselves."

I love that the article is entirely positive; there's not one snide comment in the mix.

Still don't know what all the fuss is about? Go here to watch A Fat Rant.