Tonight! Lake Worth or Bust!

We’re so excited to hit up Lake Worth tonight! Six great bands will be playing in that little Palm Beach town, and we’re gonna chill up there for my birthday. We even rented a hotel room so that we could party hard and not worry about driving home.  We’re gonna catch this show and see the incomparable John Ralston-fronted Invisible Music, the Dan Bonebrake-fronted Grey & Orange and see what the Northwood Social Club at South Shores Tavern. Northwood Social Club is pretty new, and I’m curious to see what it’s all about. Chris has heard a couple of the tunes before and he says that I, and anyone else who’s planning to attend, should expect good things.

Then, we’re going to head over to Propaganda to catch The Freakin’ Hott, Stonefox and Zombies! Organize!! live. Yes, that Stonefox. Yes, back together. Yes, you should probably already know that. Unfortunately, we’re going to have to miss the Florida Yeah Poor House show tonight with Kill Miss Pretty, Dooms De Pop and Murderous Rampage!

P.F. Chang’s, Being a Granny, Haterade, Moodvane Reflection and Other Things That Have Been On My Mind And In My Digestive System

Welcome to Grannyville, Moodvane! Thanks, it’s great to be here. What was up with me last night? After celebrating a friend’s birthday at Blue Martini (I know, right?) and then having dinner with my mom and her beau at P.F. Changs (again I know), I got home at 10 p.m. and dropped straight to sleep. So, I never made is over to Zoo Bar to check out Viva Le Vox. I guess it’ll have to wait for another time. I’ve been feeling pretty miserable about what I wrote earlier in the week about Robbie Hazen & the Riot. They’re talented and actually very, very good at doing something that, as I said before, doesn’t fall within my musical interests. I don’t even know how to mentally process certain types of music. so it makes little sense for me to discuss them, especially in reference to what does make sense to me. Musical preference is all a matter of opinion and determined by how much you connect to an artist’s material. I am always looking to be taken slightly beyond the peripheries of my normal experiences, and so that informs my tastes. Speaking of my tastes…

It’s true, I drank the pop music haterade in my early ’20s and I don’t listen to radio. I dislike a lot of popular bands and artists like Coldplay, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Kings of Leon (poor Jess had to sit with me as I complained my way through this concert), Regina Spektor (vomit), MIA and on and on and on. Many many smart, in-the-know people disagree with me about this, but the only argument that I can make is that this stuff either annoys me or just plain old leaves me cold. The real issue is that… Read more

Southern Flaw Plays Tonight!

Wow, I just saw on the New Times wesbite that Southern Flaw will play tonight at Bar TV tonight at 8 p.m. This is located just south of 6th St on the east side of Federal Highway (at 530 N. Federal Hwy, right near that Winn Dixie shopping plaza). I think I just might have to go to this.

PBR Pics from Zoo Bar. Yes, I Know It’s Stupid Awesome

If you think you looked hot on Saturday night, you should see how hot you looked with a big bottle of PBR right next to your head…or foot. The $1 PBRs at Zoo Bar make great accessories for photos. I think we can safely assume that all subjects in these photos are posing (when it is voluntary) with an appropriate understanding of the irony of posing with a PBR bottle while rocking out or getting rocked out. If you think the Hep Cat Boo Daddies look hot in this poster with a big PBR bottle right next to their heads, you should hear how hot they sound in concert at the Zoo Bar next Saturday night, the 28th of March.

I’m Thinking About Boycotting Kellogg’s; I Hope They Don’t Make Triscuits

I think the Triscuits cracker product is by Nabisco (please!), but I’m not going to look it up on the internet because that would just lead me on to more tangential and useless fact-finding. According to the sometimes true website Perez Hilton, which I only read when I momentarily lose my self-respect and principles, the company dropped off 2 tons of cereal boxes with Michael Phelps on them at a food bank. People are boycotting the company for dropping its sponsorship of Michael Phelps, and I’m all for it. He smoked pot (in a private place with a very untrustworthy person with a camera). Big deal. He’s 24 and already done more than, well, anyone else on the planet. He’s living proof that all pot smokers are not destined to be losers; perhaps that is what makes him most dangerous. Anyway, this letter to Kelloggs informing the company of the writer and undersigned’s intentions to boycott its products — including pop tarts, a stoner favorite — is very funny. But seriously, I think I might boycott that company too — not that I really eat any of that crap — for being uptight.

What I also want to know is who is the A-jerk who’s sitting on at least a hundred pretty ones for selling that picture to the media? That worthless S. of S. is probably a double AA swimmer taking a semester of school off to sit around in Jamaica getting stoned. That’s the person who should be ridiculed!

Boo – I Knew I Shouldn’t Have Read Perez Today,

which makes it just like all of the other days that I shouldn’t read Perez. I think I’m going to barf. Reported on that obnoxious, but addictive, website was the sad news that the mega-talented actor Michael C. Hall — of Six Feet Under and Dexter fame — has married one of the most annoying actresses on the planet, his Dexter co-star Jennifer Carpenter. Thank God I don’t have Showtime anymore. Hall has played The Emcee in Cabaret and Billy Flynn in Chicago ON BROADWAY. Carpenter is the kind of awkward actress who graces the screen with performances that give the impression that she just hashed through her lines in the trailer. Watching her makes me sweat. After this status-enhancing union with Mr. Hall, she’ll probably be all over the place. Boo! I really thought she’d be left behind in the dumpster along with the broken down set of Dexter after its final season.

Dear True Blood, I Want My 9 Hours Back…

Make that 10. I’m going to have to watch the finale, so it’s ten. One of the biggest disappointments I’ve suffered as a television watcher is HBO’s latest drama True Blood. Although I should have taken the hint week after week when the show ended with over-the-top cliffhangers involving peripheral characters who posed a moment’s threat to the main characters before disappearing altogether, I had hoped that Alan Ball‘s leadership on the project was a promise of a modicum of depth or, at least, narrative consistency.

The real problem with the show is its #1 character Sookie Stackhouse, who should be an anchor for everything that’s going on. Instead, she senselessly wavers back and forth between two guys (well, one vampire and one shapeshifter) without any compelling reason. We know that she’s special because other characters keep saying that she is, but her actions leave the audience to wonder what kind of special. As far as I can see, there are only two explanations for Sookie’s character that could salvage the show: either she’s really, really dumb or she has multiple personality disorder. That’s it. If it isn’t one of those, all we’ve got is an annoying, unstable, kinda sl*tty, poorly conceived character who reads minds when it progresses the story line and doesn’t use that power when it doesn’t progress the story line.

Also,

Rutina Wesley, who plays Tara Thornton, does the worst Southern accent I’ve ever heard. Horrible.

As Will Ferrell’s character says, so honestly, in the terribly good children’s soccer movie Kicking & Screaming when he gets locked out of the coffee shop during a desperate attack of caffeine withdrawal, “I am very disappointed.”

Who Wants to Spend Two Hours Watching Seth Rogen Grab His…

D*ck? Ooooh, me me! Please, can I be first in line to watch Zack and Miri Make a Porno? It’s obvious that we’ve all changed our minds about Mister Rogen since Knocked Up came out, right? Yup, Knocked Up, a movie about how repulsive it was to think about this guy grunting over and dripping (man teat) sweat on Katherine Heigl, is so far from our heads now that Rogen has become a household name that we forgot that the whole point of the joke – the joke that is Rogen’s sudden success as a leading man – is that he’s a really, really unattractive man whose pants we want to stay out of. Why is it so hard for Inkpen to write man teat? She is losing her edge! Back to the point, which is Inkpen can’t take it anymore. Every time she looks at Seth Rogen, she gets sick. Hopefully, he will go away after the next four sure-to-be-annoying movies lined up on his IMDB profile. If we’re lucky maybe he’ll take Shia with him. Click on the video below to puke.

Politics Videos That We Watched On a Tuesday Night

I’ve been wondering who in the heck this “Joe the Plumber” guy was, so I finally tracked that down thanks to Mahalo, wassup? Here’s the YouTube video on the topic in case you’ve been as in the dark as I have.

Also, I very much enjoyed this little back and forth between Fox News talking head Megyn Kelly and Obama campaign spokesmen Bill Burton on Fox News about, what else?, Fox News. It’s pretty pathetic that Fox has to defend itself this hard? I don’t mean to be sexist against my own kind, but this chick is a mega “B” who looks like she should be dancing on a stripper “P”, wassup?

Finally, I’m getting addicted to Joe Biden’s sassy frankness and, honestly, it has to do with takedowns like this:

I need to stop, but Fox News coverage of Joe Biden’s interview with Barbara West needs to stop too. Really, this is moronic. It really does seem like these wackos are emitting the desperate death rattle of a political propaganda machine that survives on a radical sensationalism that isn’t appropriate for a nation of people who really, really need to understand how to participate in a democracy that produces responsible leadership.

Watch and enjoy!

What Not To Do At Your Reception!

Inkpen doesn’t know if she’ll ever get married. She hopes that one day someone might see within her soul something feminine and valuable. That’s a very shaky hope — sniffle. Anyway, some of her friends got married this weekend and she videotaped it and put it up on the Youtube website. Well, while she was there fishing for it, she came across a first dance video that just about takes the cake for lameness. For anyone who’s ever tried hard at something, put massive amounts of effort into something, that failed big time, that veered way way off the path of anything that could possibly be interpreted as not embarrassing, here’s a good chance to chuckle at yourself while laughing at what dweebs these tools are. Cheers! (Gosh, I’m a terrible gremlin of a mean person)

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