Season of Giving

In this season of love and sharing, I thought that I would share with you, weary interweb traveler, a picture that exemplifies benevolence.



Merry Flippin' Christmas From the K of C.

Man or Astroman Man

Man Man is the lead single on p-fork t'day. My pirate saloon would always have a Man Man/Gogol Bordello double bill. It will be most premium, until my interest waned, or I ran out of booze. Then I would have to go back to booking the Wrens and Ted Leo in our apartment.

My year end list has nothing to do with 2005. While listening to my iPod today it occurred to me that there are a number of non-rock songs that will never get old to me and I am unashamed of liking on a rare un-ironic level. I bring you the Top Five Songs that make me not rock:

1) Jackson 5 - "I Want You Back" - I think I've made it known that this is my favorite song of all time...ever. The bass line in the first 15 seconds melts my brain. There's something about a kid singing his un-dropped balls off that is great in a distinctly un-Kidzbop way. (See #4 for more)

2) Elvis Presley - "Suspicious Minds" - To paraphrase a t-shirt that someone's dad wore at Ft Reno this summer: "Fat Elvis...Some of us liked him that way." This song sparkles like a size 48 jumpsuit and is made complete with a "fling the cape off and bring it on home" style reprise at the end.

3) Samuel Barber - "Adagio for Strings" - Known commonly as "that song from 'Platoon.'" I've heard Dr. Clarke play it on pipe organ, which was odd since an organ is certainly not a string instrument. This song is good because it runs through my head after I eat fried food and my fat eyes pan across the greasy plates and see-through paper towels with the napalm-like smell of heated canola oil wafting through the entire apartment building. So yes I like this song for the music and the comedic possibilities.

4) Bell Biv Devoe - "Poison" - The little drum machine intro kicks it off right. This is what happens when the balls descend, you get starter jackets and Ronnie Devoe get uglier. I should use this song to describe people/things more often. "That dog is poooooooisooooooon."

5) Toots & the Maytals - "Pressure Drop" - Toots is the Reggae James Brown, he is about 5'4" and basically controls the rest of the band while sweating his face off. The man is credited with inventing the word reggae and is one hell of a showman, even when playing to a bunch of white people on a cold October night in Towson.

Note: Toots narrowly beat out Vince Guaraldi - "Linus and Lucy," he had a dance off with Snoopy on top of a piano.

Still Going...

Hey, next time they show multiple episodes of Prison Break, lets invite Jack over and have a party.

Indeed, this is gross:
9:30 - Robert Pollard SAT. JAN. 28 $15.00

Black cat - WED FEB 1- THE HOLD STEADY, other people, $10 mainstage 8:30

(These + Pogues > Andrew WK?) Use the drunk quadratic formula. Don't think too hard.

Fri, Feb 24, Stars $12

I think we should get Trio.

iPod DJing was a no-go. Twas crowded, and the list was long. My worst review yet is up at BigYawn. Next up: one even less gooder. Maybe next time around I'll get multiple CDs to review where I won't have to use the words "flow," "beats" and "straight outta."

Consecutivity!

Couldn't let a day when I'm "allowed" to be on here go by. Just for the sake of this:


Makes me wantto watch Geek Stink Breath. Sorry. At least that guy was trying.

F'in cold right now, with a high of ridiculously frigid.

I feel like this kid right now. I also dreamt I drove my car into the ocean, probably because of this well-written story. It was cold.

If you'd like to read my other recent review, please visit Big Yawn. I'm glad they don't have my picture, because my criticism of Kano's flow would be a little less incisive if this guy was smiling bow-tie-edly next to it.

Did you, too, think Lemonface was referenced in this picture?

Stereogum's having link issues, so I'll link my girlfriend right here.

Bjingo, Bjingo, Bjingo

Not that I would ever have a need for, or car equipped for navigation, but the possibility of Mr. T or Burt Reynolds giving me directions is enticing. Unless they decide where they'll direct you, then I'd probably end up in a bunch of streetfights and whorehouses.

Seriously, it's like he's asking to get kicked in the face. SportsPickle sums it up, he's good but he sucks.

Netflix is helping me to discover TV that I may have missed, including Undeclared, which was cancelled, because it's not that good. Still looking for knowledge that will help push all that "Full House" and newly acquired New Edition trivia out of my brain. "Feel my abs, Check out the gel in my hair, I'm Bobby Brown, I don' give a f***, I'm onna sing "Telephone Man" fo 20 minutes."