THE THERMALS - NOW WE CAN SEE / HEARTLESS BASTARDS - MOUNTAIN

THE THERMALS - NOW WE CAN SEE
i heard this song a few days ago, and i probably listened to it on repeat a good 15 times. you know, to make sure i memorized all the words so i could sing it at volume 11 while delivering pizzas in my car. it's a good song to sing along to. seriously. i also like this song because the second line is, "we were reared in a cave". you don't raise children, you rear them. at least that's what my 7th grade english teacher told me. i'm sure that crazy bitch had a degree and knew what she was talking about. it must be true. in a way, this song sounds like something weezer should be making these days, if rivers cuomo didn't have a giant dick in his ass. if i ever see that dude, i'm going to backhand him with an issue of pinkerton and yell, "THIS IS ONE OF TWO THINGS YOU EVER DID RIGHT IN YOUR LIFE, FACE IT!" anyways, check it out:


HEARTLESS BASTARDS - MOUNTAIN
this is another goodie i've been enjoying lately. i knew nothing about them until i just conducted a business meeting with wikipedia just now, and as it turns out, they're from dayton! and apparently patrick carney (of black keys fame) was the one that passed their demo into the right hands. it IS a small world after all. thanks, disney. anyways, i can totally see this song being used in some indie film where two lovers are separated by perhaps distance, a misunderstanding, anything unfortunate, really. then this song comes on and it's a montage of their happy memories as they both look out at the rain through their windows, or drive in the rain, or walk in the rain. whatever it is, rain is involved. (hell, maybe even a john cusack on a pay phone in the rain... it's possible, it's happened before) it's a pretty song. i like it. give it a listen:



in other news, i went to so what wednesdays last night and took some photographs. (shocking, i know) it was a good time. i spent my last $11 on shots for me, manwell and mike. i ended up coming home and passing out in my clothes... only to wake up at 9am to look under my covers and say to myself, 'why am i still in my clothes?' apparently, before passing out, i took my belt off and threw it on the bathroom floor. so, i guess i tried. i almost got my ass into pajamas. i just forgot the pajama part.

as interesting as that story was (plenty more where that came from), i must leave all of you people not reading this and go get my weekend started with, once again, the clusterfuck that is ladies 80's. you know, ladies 80's is actually a pretty uplifting experience. you can leave, go home, tuck yourself in bed and sleep well because you know at least two drunk souls met each other in that sea of american apparel and sweat and are now having slippy sloppy sex they may or may not regret in the morning. it's true. just last week i read a missed connection of this very occurrence. the guy never called the poor girl... but honestly, what did she expect? you meet your true love on the internet, not at ladies 80's. let's get serious here.

over and out, bitches.

TESTING OUT THE NEW MEAT

i recently got a new camera. a nikon d90. in technical terms, d90 means a fancy shmancy digital camera that takes some getting used to when you're an old fart and used to the methods of the olden days when people used "film" and "dark rooms" and "developed" photographs instead of waiting or them to upload via a USB port.

i took my camera out the past three nights, to ladies 80s at skully's, skeletonwitch at ravari, and canibus at, once again, skullys, to test out the new gadget. i was mostly playing around with the "night" feature on it. i'm not sure if i like it, it's a little too blurry for me. it's got kinda a cool look to it. i'm not sold on it though, friends, not completely sold.

so, friday night ravari room was blessed by the gods with the presence of a few lil angels named skeletonwitch, early man, and red fang. i missed red fang, but i'm sure they would have blown my brain balls right out of my eye balls. despite my short ass being in the back of the room for early man, they rocked it. good show, A+. i was up front for skeletonwitch, and if i hadn't been conveniently perched on the bar counter, i probably would have received some injuries from the eager to push anything in their bubble crowd. and can you blame them? certainly not. all in all, it was a great show. that's my review. if you weren't there, well, then, i guess you aren't as smart as you thought you were.

last night (saturday) was the canibus show at skully's. there was a $10 cover, which i wasn't about to pay, but luckily kate came through and got me a free ticket. i still have no idea how she swung that, but honestly, who cares. free shit is free shit (another deep thought brought to you by bridget brown). i went down there after work, had some drinks with my peoples, and took pictures of the canibus set. the crowd was pumped, the energy was good. i was just holding on for dear life on the side of the stage. one dude on stage kept getting in the way of my camera though. he even hit it once, and didn't even apologize. in the words of stephanie tanner, how rude. i met canibus after the show and he wrote down his email address on an illogic cd release party flyer (friday march 27th, w/ bottom brick, j rawls, middlechild, and pos2 - you should go) (like how smoothly i put that in there?) to get the pitures i took. so, that's pretty cool. and THEN i did something super awesome and crazy and wild... i went home, ate pizza and played halo 3.

i got called into work earlier tonight and ended up taking 22 deliveries in about 4 hours. not one was late! you know why that is? because i'm the man. and by man, i mean i'm a woman, but i'm generally awesome at most things i do.

for the rest of the photos from ladies 80s, skeletonwitch, and canibus (and many other photos), please direct you and your mouse to: bridget's flickr hut.

thank you and goodnight!