In Music . . .
10.09.2008
Sometimes, brothers and sisters, my heart is filled with so much love that I want to just throw my arms around all of you and give you sloppy wet kisses on the mouth and get all naked and dance in the mud like it's 1969. And other times I want to burn every bridge I've ever built and cut the head off of this blog and tell you all to fuck off. But today, I've just come here to declare this: I'm jealous of all the people at my gym with their white, white shoes.
07.30.2008
Anyway, let me get to the point: all of this is a very long-winded (and, yes, self-indulgent) way of me saying that if you're in DC or NYC you can (and should) catch The Jones at one of these two shows.
07.24.2008
The weird part wasn't that Honey, you know ... spoke. It was that she spoke with an English accent. It wasn't exactly a proper, "Received English" kind of English, but it wasn't quite an East End of London, Cockney type of thing, either. It reminded me of the Beatles. She had a sort of nasal thing going on. Like John.
07.16.2008
A little plug for a friend's band, who could open for Coldplay.
06.24.2008
This is an album you need to listen to naked and sweating in an un-air-conditioned room with a slow-spinning fan overhead. Not that I've done that. Twice.
05.06.2008
The memes have been flying all over the place lately. And I got hit in the crossfire. Twice. One in each leg. So here we go, six plus seven, plus one. Random/Weird/Quirky.
02.26.2008
This past Christmas, during a group outing to the mall to put Christmas money to good use, C's mom wound up buying "The Story So Far", a 2-CD "Best Of" compilation of Rod Stewart hits. My outward reaction to this purchase was cool, non-committal enthusiasm. Inwardly, however, my reaction was ...
02.25.2008
C went to California this weekend, and I went to Southpaw Prison in Brooklyn with A & K and a few others to watch Johnny Cash perform.
02.13.2008
Casey Dienel has been in pretty heavy rotation on my iPod for close to a year now. Especially the song "Frankie and Annette," which I frequently put on "Repeat One," a setting also known as "OCD? What OCD?"
01.14.2008
I've always fancied myself an aficionado of the pop culture, particularly of any variety born or raised in the 80s or 90s. And while I'm not the encyclopedia of information that my friend Mitch is, I am, perhaps, something of an abridged coffee-table reference. Or maybe a pocket dictionary.
In Reviews . . .
06.24.2008
This is an album you need to listen to naked and sweating in an un-air-conditioned room with a slow-spinning fan overhead. Not that I've done that. Twice.
03.21.2008
And so I responded as any self-respecting person would: by drinking too much and watching a great movie--twice--before passing out on the floor of our basement. Escapism through film and unconsciousness through alcohol are great American pastimes. And Tuesday I was a Patriot.
02.13.2008
Casey Dienel has been in pretty heavy rotation on my iPod for close to a year now. Especially the song "Frankie and Annette," which I frequently put on "Repeat One," a setting also known as "OCD? What OCD?"
09.06.2006
A little over a year ago, my friend Tom signed a book deal with Random House. Well, one year and three months later, the book is finally in stores and I wanted to put in a little plug for it, and for Tom's Web site, which I built.
08.02.2006
It was a very humid evening at Wolf Trap Monday night. The only breeze came from the weak movement of air made when somebody opened their mouth to speak.
02.22.2006
I went to see Ana Marie Cox read at the National Press Club tonight.
10.25.2005
Let me come out with it, then: I'm having an affair.
08.16.2005
It was really cool seeing John Irving live and in person, but the evening was not without it's oddities.
08.09.2005
A tiger, a hyena, an orangutan, a zebra, and a teenage boy are stranded at sea on a lifeboat. Sounds like the setup to a joke, doesn't it?
06.02.2005
If you've been thinking to yourself, Where might I go to smell teriyaki-scented car fresheners, have rubber, decapitated limbs thrown at me, and have brutally graphic, frequently gory, and often horrific prose read to me? - then I have just the thing for
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