What comrades are talking about right now:

She’s suckin’ on that glass dick, again. Oh, Amy…. how do you expect to keep your beautiful smile with all of that rock in your bod?

….What the fuck Jack Johnson is doing headlining Coachella. Isn’t he the obnoxious AAA radio jerkass who did the original soundtrack for the Curious George movie and ruined the last Handsome Boy Modeling School record?
Big ups for getting Dwight Yoakam, the Verve and Portishead, but you wasted a lot of your cool points with putting John Jackson’s name at the top of your marquee.
(Oh, and I’ve gotta say, while we’re on the subject, can Love and Rockets stay together forever and can Bauhaus please never reform again?)

Something that I find completely inexplicable is the “World Music” section at most CD stores.
Usually, it’s like fifty different copies of The Old Guys Hawaiian Guitar Ensemble Plays Seventy Minutes’ Worth of “Mele Kalikimaka”, some really old pan-flute albums, and maybe if you’re lucky a Putumayo sampler or two. Never, in even one of the dozens, possibly hundreds of record stores I’ve been in over the years, has it had even one Annbjørg Lien album, which is why I had to buy all three of her albums that I have (Felefeber, Baba Yaga, and Aliens Alive) online, after a friend of mine accidentally discovered one of her CDs in the public library.
This is frustrating to me, because Lien is sort of like the Jimi Hendrix of the Hardanger fiddle, if Hendrix set fewer instruments on fire, and instead made soft, emotional fireside music with a lot of drones. I’ve listened to a lot of “Nordic Contemporary” or whatever you want to call it, and Lien’s work is easily the best and, in its quiet way, most virtuosic, that I’ve heard. Heck, Felefeber made my top 10 albums list back in 2006. I’m sure she’s less obscure in Norway, but she certainly ought to be as famous stateside as, say, Yanni. I’m positive she could put on a better PBS special than him. And she’d look less like Captain Hook.


Note: Day 5 was Annbjørg Lien to Anton Bruckner
Not one for the written word, We will let the Rocque speak for itself.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present, The Upper Crust!

We highly recommend checking them on the people’s forum,http://www.myspace.com/theuppercrust, and soaking up “High Falutin’”
Consider the glove thrown!

There’s a reason I have avoided going to a U2 concert my entire life. It’s not because I can’t afford the ticket prices, I am extremely capable and have enough dedication to beat up 100 little kids for their lunch money. It’s not because I couldn’t get to a city they were playing, since I have driven 24 hours straight by myself before with only Red Bull and Andrew W.K. to keep me at the wheel.
It’s because they suck.
Plain and simple.
They blow.
Hard.
I can’t stress this enough.
But for all of those out there who couldn’t get to the U2/save the children from our rabid dogs with cowboy monkey riders throwing Polio dipped arrows benefit concert (better known as the PopMart tour), you can now see the giant douchebaggery that is Bono on the big screen AND in 3D!!!
That’s right! The film, cleverly titled U2-3D, was debuted at the Sundance Film Festival. Footage from the 2005-06 Vertigo tour, better known as the help float Africa across the ocean to link up with Florida to help elephants with shingles tour, was shot with 3D camera technology. There really was no other reason for this except that Bono wanted to make a movie about himself, his band and be able to watch it in a movie theater while still wearing some type of tinted glasses indoors.
So if you just never had the experience of Bono’s leather-pant-bound crotch thrusting towards you in real life at least you can take home all the same nightmares due to 3D technology.
Also, who willingly names themselves The Edge? I mean, honestly… Really?
PS - Click the links for yet another dose of my awesome MSPaint skills. You’ll love it.
Dear Commissar:
I spent most of the morning listening to Aly & AJ.
Both albums.
But then I thought about your incredulous questioning of my music taste, such as it is, and I couldn’t help but wonder:
“Were you right? Was I wrong?
Were you weak? Was I strong?
Yeah, both of us broken,
Caught in a moment…”
And you know what?
Just like that, the chemicals reacted. And I was happy.
Sincerely,
Sam
P.S. They actually played Las Vegas today, opening for Hannah Montana, but I didn’t go see them, because a) I really do have limits, believe it or not, and anyone related to Billy Ray Cyrus is well beyond them, and b) you can’t get Hannah Montana tickets anyway, unless you have a mom who’s willing to cheat on your essay contest for you.
P.P.S. I couldn’t think of anything interesting to say about day 3 (ABBA - Alcian Blue), except that I really like Sweden, and I’m eternally grateful to Amber for pointing me in Alcian Blue’s direction.