T & A Can Save Your Life

Muse, Philo and Emily RULE, Stop LOOKING at me Gary Numan!

2006-08-15T16:46:00.000-04:00

A: There's so much to say here, I hardly know where to begin. I'm thinking I should start at the beginning.

T: A very good place to start...

A: There was life before seeing Muse and now there is life after seeing them. I can only describe their performance last week as STELLAR and powerful. The light show was perfect (Oli Metcalfe is a friggin genius) and the setlist and song selection were perfect to display the best of their abilities. Bravo Muse for making me spend $30 on a t-shirt, I just have to represent fo ya.

T: I spent $40 on a t-shirt and STILL had to pay for a friggin sticker. I am totally entitled to download their music illegally now.

A: The midnight showing of Donnie Darko was fantastic! Exactly what I hoped it would be and more: popcorn, vinyl seats, massive sound system (TFF was SO bitchin in that scene), $3 tickets, hotties and their hot friends, music peeps, screaming back at the screen, etc. The idea that they showed the Director's Cut was a bonus (though I should've expected it from people who would host a summertime DD Midniter). Yay, Trocadero! I highly recommend this as a weeknight date or something to do on a budget.

T: Sometimes I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion.

A: The rest of last weekend blew by and then it was time to gear up for Gary Numan. Well, to be honest, I can't BELIEVE it. I'm SO disappointed. We got there just in time to catch a glimpse of the Numanators with the lights on. It wasn't what I expected at all: no major g&i kids, didn't recognize a single nocturner, mostly guys in their 30s (I was in heaven), and FAMILIES if you can believe it! So the lights went down and the man came out and after realizing that T&A were the most attractive broads in the room, we noticed that the Numanator was singing RIGHT to us (this wasn't one of those, "he's looking right at me" optical illusions that has been getting rockstars laid for decades, this is the real deal: the lights weren't down as much as I thought they'd be and with less than 200 people in the whole place, he could find us anywhere we moved).

T: Let's not forget to mention the fact that we were the only NON mutants who had come to see him, that we were standing in a clear swatch of light with no one around us for three feet, and we were being quite loud... And I kept waving to him.

T was loving it, I was making observations like: "hey, we're wearing the same things our profile characters are wearing!" - hilarious, right down to the purple eyeshadow on me and the skirt on T! The sound was SO low and the crowd was so socially challenged, there was NO energy. I felt like I was sitting in the nosebleed seats of a bad broadway musical and we were all just straining to hear. I'm not sure if the vocals were canned, but if I wasn't so respectful of the man I might've yelled out, "Speak up Gary!" I can't understand why this went wrong. After the show I felt musically retarded. I felt like I was either too dumb to get it, trying to hard to like it, or like I'd been taken for $26. TRENT, the dark lord, counts this man among his influences but I think T put it best when she described the light show as something purchased from the NIN past tour garage sale. It's more like Numan had the idea, for dark pumping electronic music and no resources. Trent heard it, liked it and then GOT the resources or made them, and made NIN and now Gary's biting off of Trent. I'm just so bemused. I don't know whether to love him or hate him. I feel like I just watched one of my idol's heroes and failed to see the connection between them. Uggh, icky.

T: Now, see I loved it alot- but that has nothing to do with actual musical quality. I felt like I was in a haunted house of music. Me and the Numan, trapped in a creaky old mansion, with only his aging goth self to save me from the dreadful beasties. Yeah, I'd bang Gary Numan.

A: We thankfully wouldn't have to finish out the week on that musical low note. Philo was playing the Mill Hill with Marigold and we were GOING! We got there in just enough time to catch Philo's whole set and check in with Chris from the Frantic for the first time since their return from the UK (lucky bastards... I have a free Frantic EP for anyone who can email us with the name of the restaurant in England A would MOST like to visit). The pics are below:

Yay, Tim Hoh's feet!
The guys did an amazing job!

Emily Hopkins took these pics for us, since we BOTH forgot to bring a camera (duh girls). So SUPER thanks to Emily who RULES!

Anthony was celebrating his birthday for the second night in a row (the night before included strippers).

Someone smooched us BOTH on the mouth before we left that night, I'm not going to make any mention of who it was, but let's just say he doesn't LOOK any older than he did at the beginning of the week...

Marigold seemed cool, but when the boys from Faction 1 showed up, I turned into the smitten kitten I can't help becoming around a certain black-clothes wearing band member...

A: Friday became little more than a vegging night in front of the computer/TV, but I felt awesome because I did something nice for someone I love.

T: Me too, I cooked and ate chicken for A so she could do the above mentioned favor.

A: Until the next adventure.

T: Which will hopefull involve the evil robot us's.

Have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?

2006-08-14T18:59:00.000-04:00

Now there is...

There will most likely be a Nirvana fight, but this time it'll be fair

2006-08-08T19:13:00.000-04:00

What it feels like for a girl

2006-08-06T14:33:00.000-04:00

Stop trying to make out with me

2006-08-03T10:49:00.000-04:00

T: Wednesday, on my lunch break, I had gone (as usual) to the Salvation Army a few blocks from my work, and found that they had gotten yet ANOTHER donation from Urban Outfitters. I am a sucker for faux-vintage t-shirts with lame sayings on them and skinny pants, so I made sure to stock up. I also got a pair of shoes that will from hence forth be known as "the sexy red ones". Basically 4 inch red vinyl stilletos with a cute little bow. I decided to rock them to the club that night, which was dumb, because I can barely STAND in them let alone DANCE in them.

A: Those shoes WERE hot though. I made friends with a lot of nice girls discovering that the g/i club is NOT just for stalking fresh underage meat, but actually there's hot girls around to stalk as well.

T: Anyways, while waiting for A to show up, I get stuck talking to the same kid from before, about how he can't stop shaking since he got electrocuted. Now, I will listen to anyones story, but this guy seems like he is performing each story, and could care less who or what he was saying it to. I might as well have been a block of cheese. I saw A and Aerick across the room and excused myself.

A: Yah, I saw her talking to him and in earshot of him I said something like, "Hi, oh, is that the guy I can't stand?" Probably not the NICEST thing to say about someone, but the nail in the coffin for me with this guy was that he put the cigarette out on the carpeted floor 3 feet from a bar full of ashtrays. How lazy can you BE?

T: Stood around, chatted, stared, gawked, etc, when in he walked: My favorite Spike-look-alike, Matt. We chatted and stuff, had some fun trying to freak out his normie friend Tom, and then he and his pals left "because the smoke was bothering his eyes", which translates to "gotta go to the strip club." After that my night went quickly and thoroughly downhill. So I left, threw on my HiPod and sped home. The end.

A: Well, not quite the end for me actually. I stay until the end because I'm the weekly designated driver for my pal Aerick so we can enjoy the club in our own ways and we can both save on gas and stay alive. Yay us! I chatted with some of the staff from Delicious and a fashion designer friend of ours until we left in a hunger rage which began when I forgot to eat dinner HOURS before and ended with a fit I threw while parking Aerick's Camry between a BMW and an unruly curb on 11th St. We were walking up to House of Chen for the usual late-night chinese gorging when the ladies deemed the menu "too unvegetarian friendly" and we were ushered off to the place across the street.

A: Walking into this restaurant felt like I was standing in the world's largest interrogation room complete with family-style round tables boasting enough seats for WAY more people than the average chinese OR american family. This amounted to all of us awkwardly choosing seats in a 3/4 moon shape around one side of the massive table whose one perk was the lazy-susan turntable in the center which made service easier and more complicated all at the same time. I had sesame chicken (the old stand-by when I need to eat and can't be adventurous with a new restaurant) and was grateful and disappointed at the same time when it arrived. It was half broccoli (which I don't remember seeing printed in English on the menu as being included) and the other half was this bland, unsweetened version of sesame chicken complete with burnt sesame seeds and soupy sauce. If I'm going to stray from my diet, even slightly, I'd like it to be at least worth the slip. I ate more rice than I would have liked, drank more tea than I needed and paid for it despite my urge to have them take it off the bill because of its lack of taste and their assumption that I was just another drunk kid stumbling in for a late night snack to soak up the booze. I'll settle for not ever going there again. I can't save anyone else, but I can save myself. Thank you Dr Darwin.

Sometimes we just talk about music we like and shows we plan to see (this is one of those times)

2006-08-02T13:57:00.000-04:00

A: As usual the Mill Hill provides quality entertaiment every week. Dave just provided us with an update via myspace bulletin, but in case you missed it, here's the necessary info:

millhillbasement
300 S Broad St.
Trenton NJ 08607

Sun Aug 6
Tugnut
Isyou
Juniper Sky
$5 10 pm

Thurs Aug 10
Marigold
Philo
Juan es the thief
Soap Opera Coma
$5 10 pm

Sat Aug 12
Baby Boy H
Pats!e
1 more TBA
$5 10 pm

Sun Aug 13
Towers Open Fire
2 more TBA
$5 10 pm

Sun Aug 20
Red Team
Capital
Gaslight Anthem
$5 10pm

Sat Aug 27
The Killing
Architect
Scars That Bind
$5 10pm

A: Lately the following bands and records haven't left my mind or my CD player:

Thom Yorke : The Eraser
Phoenix : It's Never Been Like That
Sonic Youth : Rather Ripped

T: I have been corrupted by my iPod, so I have been listeing to basically the same five songs over and over this week:

"Four Kicks" by Kings of Leon
"Try" by Run Run Run
"Killing Loneliness" by H.I.M. (I dug them before BAM did...)
"Into the Night" by The Music
"Desire" by The Raconteurs

A: And now a rant...
Kill Hannah... STOP sending out those goddamned bulletins and blogs! SHEESH! We GET it, your record is came out yesterday!

T: I actually commented them that it's getting on the nerves, and I might UN-friend them.

A: I am officially annoyed that they don't have a Best Emo Video on the VMAs. Not that I actually WATCH the VMAs, but if I have to be inundated with bands sending out bulletins to vote for them for best ROCK video, they better be a ROCK band.

T: They should have a category for best actor-turned- emo-rocker. The winner is obviously Jared Leto.

A: For the LAST time... Pixies is a band from BOSTON, not LOS ANGELES. Just because Kim Deal and Joey Santiago both relocated to L.A. after the break-up and had some success there and Kurt Cobain (a west coaster, yes kiddies, Seattle is in a west coast state) idolized them, doesn't mean they're from the west coast.

Which brings me to my next point...

If you're not FROM L.A., then you're NOT an L.A. band. If you FORMED in L.A., then you can call yourselves an L.A. band, but only if you FORMED there. Not, we all moved there and that's where we started having success. That's some bullshit.

T: Be proud of your roots! I am more impressed that a band from Madison, Wisconsin is on a national tour, than a band from the 310.

A: If you work in an office, you should know how to use the following PROFICIENTLY:
computer and ALL major programs including browsers and email
fax machine
telephone
microwave
catalog
pen
paper
brain
envelope
ears
mouth
sense of humor
clock

If you don't know how to use these things properly, do us all a favor and move on. There's something out there for you... something in the petroleum product distribution arts.

T: Whoa, that hit a little close to home, I work in the petroleum product distribution field, though not a gas station attendant, I do work with mainly petroleum based products. (I sell lube- long story, for another time dear reader).

A: Sorry, T, I meant in the gas station attendant variety. Basically any job that's 6 steps or less: 1. Take order ($30 of regular please)
2. Unscrew Cap
3. Place pump in filling position.
4. Remove pump once filling is complete.
5. Screw cap back on.
6. Collect money.

A: Musicians: you should just quit trying to make a living making records. It's not worth it. In a country where this year's Top Ten Albums So Far at the 6 month mark are:

10: Nickelback, All the Right Reasons - 1 million
9: Andrea Bocelli, Amore - 1.1 million
8: Dixie Chicks, Taking the Long Way - 1.3 million
7: T.I., King - 1.3 million
6: Various Artists, Now 21 - 1.4 million
5: Carrie Underwood, Some Hearts - 1.5 million
4: Mary J. Blige, Breakthrough - 1.5 million
3: James Blunt, Back to Bedlam - 1.7 million
2: Rascal Flatts, Me and My Gang - 2 million
1: Soundtrack, High School Musical - 2.6 million
Source: Nielson SoundScan

When a SOUNDTRACK for a fucking DISNEY musical is the number one selling record for the year, SOMETHING is wrong.

T: According to the childrens choir I taught last year, High School Musical is 'like, totally the best movie EVER." I wonder if they talk like that because of me...

That's it. Thanks.

This weekend's pics...

2006-08-01T17:54:00.000-04:00

A: The lovely and talented Nate Bott sweats and sways with the hordes of young girls all trying to take photos. It was apparently vest night, I sent out the memo and wore my black lace vest, so naturally, Nate dogg had to rock his to let us know he knew we were watching. Too bad the diva didn't make it out to see us after the B-more show, but ah well, more reasons for him to miss us til we get to L.A.

T: I am doing my blank stare thingy...

A: Andy looked fantastic and sounded great with his sweet harmonies. Sigh...
T: Best back-up vox I've heard in a while.

A: T discovered an APALLING event at Fletcher's, the place we haunted in Baltimore on Saturday last.

T: That's me in the outfit A picked out. There is about an inch of fabric below that belt. Hell-O crotch shots.

A: When BCR were done performing we went downstairs to have a chat with the ONLY person in Baltimore who knew where he was and where we were and where THINGS are in Baltimore. Seriously, in the span of 30 minutes, we were given the wrong directions TWICE for how to get to Fletcher's, then once we parked, we asked two different sets of people which side of the parking garage we should exit to get to Bond St. and NEITHER set was right. Finally, when we asked a walking valet if he knew which direction Bond St was, he sent us the wrong way. Hilariously, a moment later we ran into him in the front of the restuarant where he worked on the end of Bond St.! So thank you to Adam, our only Baltimore friend who not only knows where he's going, but he has cool friends like Antoine (also seen here) who can rock a New York Dolls shirt in a bar that is CLEARLY for yuppies and top 40 fans. He also likes our blog!

A: Then after my aforementioned "Y Tu Mama Tambien" sighting, I looked up to the stage to see the most adorable sweaty man ever singing his version of EMF's "Unbelievable". Who was the adorable sweaty man? Bo Rinehart, the beau-tiful guitarist of South Carolina band Need to Breathe. The others aren't too shabby either, but Bo is SO my new favourite part of the south.

It's all Jared Leto's fault

2006-07-31T16:12:00.000-04:00

T: Friday summed up in one word: MONSTROUS. I woke up (at 5 am, mind you) after a nightmare which involved Jared Leto calling me a poser and a crashing elevator, sat in traffic for an hour to get to work, only to find that MySpace seemed to be deleting profiles willy nilly. Losing my MySpace would be like losing a limb, to me.

A: Yah, she was FREAKING out. I was getting my hair re-goth-a-fied, when I got a text message and a mail alert from Tara in a tailspin.

T: Luckily, it was just some glitches that got fixed, but my day was already headed down the spiral. I stood at the window in my office, staring as awful storm clouds rolled by, and marveling at the rain, which seemed to be a solid wall. Asshole that I am, I forgot that since it was very hot, I had left both of my front windows in my car down. I didnt remember this until I was rushing out of work to get to New Jersey by 4:30 and realized my car was a lake.

T: I grabbed a garbage bag, threw it over the seat, and headed to Westampton, NJ, as I was working for the Young Dubliners again that night. Already sad that it was the last time I'd see them for a few months, things got even worse: due to the rain, the outside concert was moved to a HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM. Now, YD's are not like, Korn or anything, but they are loud. And considering the fact that the sound equipment was meant for an ampitheater, and that the ticket holder for this show ranged in age from 83- 107... Well, let's just say the crowd was leaving in droves. Which pissed me off even more. The female opening act (I do remember her name but I feel she is totally unworthy of any publicity) was such a twat that she LEFT right after her set.

A: I know her name, it's Lisa Bouchelle. She tormented some other friends of mine ages ago when she played a set with them in New Hope. She's a no-talent hack in too-tight-jeans from one of those ghetto stores in the mall. Save your $9.99 honey, and buy some singing lessons. I've heard her butcher Me and Bobby Magee one too many times for my taste.

T: I'm sorry, we had to hear your ToriAmosMeetsBritneySpears crap, you should show support and stay. Plus, she gave me attitude when I wouldn't sell her merch.
A) I dont like your music
B) I am being paid by the Young Dubliners, NOT the venue
C) if you had asked nicely instead of assuming it, I totally would have considered it.

A: Hell yah baby!

T: After the show, I said my adieus to my lads and headed to Angela's to pick her up for the rest of our evening. Well, the day was not yet over, so somehow I turned a 20 minute jaunt into an hour and a half tour of every ghetto from Philly to Jersey. FANTASTIC. Finally got to Angela's picked her up, and headed to Tom Jones, my favorite diner in the world.

A: For those of you who know, skip on as this is basically an explanation of what I can and cannot eat. I am not a picky person about my food as much as I am a HEALTHY person about what I eat. "Super Size Me" was my equivalent of the film Alex was forced to view in Tara's latest cinematic obsession, A Clockwork Orange.

A: The bits about what fast food can do to your kidneys and arteries, ick, no thanks. Anyway, we walked into Tom Jones and sat down (amongst the VERY pretty boys with tour hair all over the place). The menu was placed in front of me and I shoulda known when I saw that it was laminated (so the grease on everyone's fingers didn't wilt it prohibiting re-use) and bright yellow (which reminded me of McDonald's) that it was going to be a choice between a slab of butter or the worst parts of a pig. I don't eat anything fried, little or no dairy, no beef, no refined flours or sugars, no caffeine, no chocolate, nothing high in sodium or fat, and I certainly couldn't imagine eating too heavy that late at night. I somehow managed to order the healthiest thing I could find on the menu (which was basically a combination of stripped down versions of their "healthy options" section). I got turkey, lettuce and tomato on wheat toast, a pickle and a baked potato with a little applesauce on the side.

T: I, on the other hand, ordered hashbrowns smothered in cheese, toast smothered in butter and a dish Angela had never seen before: Corned Beef Hash. Mmmmm so good. Despite my left arm going a bit numb, it was fantastic. We then proceeded to my parents house (yeah, I'm living at their house, to avoid my ex-roomate, who has been nothing but a bitch to me in the last 2 months, and to save money for LA. Don't judge me). We woke up Saturday morning, chatted with my Mom-mom, who is the coolest old lady on earth, and headed out to run some errands.

A: Mom-mom rules!

T: No errands got done, my oil did not get changed- we ended up spending the day at the mall, mainly in H&M. Since we had BIG plans that night, and I had nothing to wear, Angela decided to play dolly.

A: In case you can't tell from our profile picture, Tara is tall and thin. Stores like H&M make clothes for tall and thin people. The event we were going to after the BCR show that night was the Underground 5th Year Anniversary, and the style there is VERY hipster.

T: Yes, and my usual style is vaguely hipster, but mainly just dirty. Most of my clothes have holes, hoods, and lots of pockets. Think Courtney Love meets Karen O. After I tried on a variety of outfits, Angela settled on a tshirt worn as a dress with a big white belt. A quick shower and make-up session, and we were off to Baltimore (a trip I planned but forgot to actually get directions for... woops!) to see my newest favoritest band, Big City Rock!

A: That's a great description of T's wardrobe, but in our profile pic, she's wearing her signature grey hoodie and camo cut-off skirt. As usual, I'm rocking something gothy and black, my black corset and black spiked cuffs. You can't see the bondage pants, but that's what they are...

T: A few songs into the show, we realized they were playing the same set from when we saw them on Monday. I will excuse this, because, well, they only have 11 songs. AND looking at their tour schdule, they have been playing EVERY SINGLE night for over a month, so how many variations of 11 songs can there actually be? (Anyone who actaully comments us with the answer will be given a prize!)

A: The band was better in Philly, but that's mostly due to the stellar sound system in the North Star Bar. The boy-watching was much better in B-more if you can believe it. I had to do a double-take when I thought I saw the guys from Y Tu Mama Tambien checking their email and standing by the soundman. Then I realized it wasn't them, it was the members of October Fall. We didn't get to see them play, but I did get a good look at two of their asses. Now I KNOW Pete Wentz has great taste in MEN, between Brendon Urie and these guys, Fueled By Ramen should be called Fueled By Hot Boys I Want to Pet.

T: The Underground was pretty good, good music, but B-More is not a town I want to head back to anytime soon. RUDE hipsters suck. We at least got to flyer up the city a bit.

Oh, that was YOU!

2006-07-27T14:49:00.000-04:00

T: Back in June, I went to the TLA to see Morningwood (fantastic band, btw). I got there in time to see the second band, Rock Kills Kid (also phenomenal), but missed the first band completely. The bill said they were Big City Rock, from L.A. Never heard of them, so I wasn't too upset. While standing in the back waiting for my friends to show up, a guy came up to me, and without a single word, started dancing with me. Not like, scary ghetto grinding, but like, twirling me and stuff. Okay, KIND OF CREEPED ME OUT, but he seemd harmless, with his shaggy mop of hair and head to toe denim, so I went along with it. After a few minutes, some girl came up and asked him to sign her CD. Then another guy came up. And so on.

"Umm, are you like, with a band?" (I know I talk like a valley girl.)

A: Yeah, she does. Although I'm going to hafta learn to speak Valley if I'm going to fit in when I need to go to a mall to buy someone I don't like gift.

T: He nodded and silently went about signing his fans cds. Literally, not a WORD exchanged from the time he grabbed my hand until I saw my friends walk in. Still not having any clue who this guy was, my friends showed up, and the 'wood took the stage.

Weeks go by, and I read a bulletin on MySpace that Big City Rock is going to be at the NorthStar. I had, in the meantime, downloaded a few songs, checked out their page, etc, and REALLY REALLY REALLY dug their stuff. Hoping that she would enjoy the show (all ages, again, christ), I invited Angela to scope it out with me.

A: I LOVE the Nor t h S tar Bar. If you're a band, and you want to play a great room that doesn't make you feel like shit and plays decent change-over music, this is the venue. GREAT sound for a smaller sized room and very intimate.

T: Since it was an all-ages show (read: teeny boppers and kids half my age), and I was through listening to the opening bands as soon as they took the stage, I resigned myself to waiting out back for Angela. I struck up a conversation about giant cockroaches, porn, and MySpace stalking with Keith, the friendly door man, and Andrew, the friendly promoter.

BCR took the stage to the SCREAMS of every girl in the place. Ear piercing, shrill shrieks of lust emitted from post-pubescent girls in leggins and tunic tops. Scene kids DON'T usually act all gaga at shows, but these girls were out of their goddamned minds. They started screaming when the guitar tech started tuning up, and didn't stop until the boys exited stage right.

A: We're of the school of folks that believes our approval is made clear by the fact that we haven't left the room.

T: Now, I am internally the SAME CREATURE as these girls. I used to go apeshit at shows. Having the benefit of age, however, I now stand in the back, tapping my toe, clapping when appropriate. I do occasionally freak out (ask Angela how I behaved when BCR broke into a brief bit of the Pixies), but for the most part, my groupie status has been attained solely because I LOVE the bands that I love.

A: After the set, which impressed me, we had a chance to talk to Mr. Nate Bott himself outside (he was having a cigarette - uggh, TOTAL no no for vocalists in my book, but who reads my book anyway?). We flirted a little and made ourselves known as the most conversationally gifted and hot women at the show that night (women being operative word). And like that, poof, we were gone.

T: I did bring up that we had met before, and regailed him with the Morningwood story. He responded with "Oh! That was YOU?". We had a great conversation about Brewsters Millions. Full intend to be a regular at any and all BCR shows in LA, where they are from. (Liars, you're from Wisconsin!)

A: We ate at the Banana Leaf on 10th and Arch which has quickly become my favourite Malaysian Restaurant and Sushi Bar in the city. I had a fantastic Mango Chicken meal that was big enough to take home and have for lunch the following day. The prices are reasonable and it's right next door to the Trocodero.

T: Besides the giant chicken fetus (egg to the laymen) which was served alongside my plate, I loved every damn speck of rice they created. Angela almost died when I poured my own tea, but we quickly averted that crisis by switching tiny mugs.

A: You can bet your ass I'll be stopping by for a Thai Iced Tea on my way to the Donnie Darko midnight showing next Friday. God help those bastards if they don't let me in with my TIT (hehe get it?). The owner treated us to some complementary cups of Tong Sui (literally translated: sugar water) which basically tasted like the milk at the bottom of a bowl of sugar smacks with just a few smacks floating around. It's a nice bit of sweetness after a full meal when you're not in the mood for a heavy dessert (although I might try the fried banana the next time I'm there as a special treat).

T: I couldn't eat the sugar soup, I was busting out of my plaid shorts as it was.

A: This week, Nocturne was its usual hotbed of youth and exuberance. DJ John Gill was tearing up the turntables in the Underground as Knobhead was rockin out upstairs.

T: We also spent a good amount of time convincing the bartender to move with us to LA, and having the most disgusting conversations imaginable ranging from bodily fluids to well, bodily fluids. Quote of the night:
"That kid over there is freaking adorable."
"Yeah he is! I want to go sit on his lap."
"I want to go sit on his face."

A: We ran into Danny Red too, who I have it on good authority is a fan of this blog :)

HELLOOOOO out there!

A: Speaking of fans of this blog, we just started our own myspace page, and we'd LOVE to hear from you. If there's something you'd like us to weigh in on or something you'd like us to add or include, send us a message or leave us a comment. We'd like to see them either on the myspace page or here on the blog (see that little pencil area at the bottom of the post where you can leave a comment? You can even been anonymous if you want). Did I mention that we have a myspace page? We also have an email address listed under our profile, so if something offends you or makes you want to kick puppies, speak up!

A: I didn't end up making it out to the Under the Influence of Giants show at the Stolen Transmission party at the Annex in good ol LESsy last night, but I'm sure those lovely little dandys rocked the house. Buy their record when it comes out.

A: I'm still listening to Thom Yorke's masterpiece, "The Eraser". If you don't own it, you're short one work of genius in recent human history. He just captures all my moods and then re-animates them for me so I don't have to feel so bad about being moody. LOVE that.

5 Boys Sleeping Together in the Back of a Van Isn't Always Gay

2006-07-20T18:15:00.000-04:00

A: Sunday night brought us back to the Mill Hill for a night of great bands. After catching up with Chris from the Frantic, as usual, we headed downstairs to engage in a debate with Dave (our ever-humble host) and some dude who we'd later find out was the lead singer for Detroit-based band, Crackjaw - the band we came to see at Dave's recommendation that night. The fella turned out to be Ian Thomas, I explained that Ian is a very rockstar name citing the greats: Ian McKaye, Ian McCulloch, and Ian Curtis. A few hours later, I'd come to find out what I already knew after the convo we had (it was a lightly-heated debate about Epitaph's roster, message me if you want to find out the details), this guy knew his shit.

T: I am going to have to message you to find out the details, babe; I got the afore-blogged about blank stare on my face as soon as the convo began. FYI reader- Angela knows more about music than anyone else I have ever met, and I hang mainly around musicians. I recently had my life validated when she approved of the majority of my iPod. Plus, I go a bit stupid around sexy boys. Per the norm, I fell in love. Again.

A: Sometime in the middle of the 2nd song of the set, ever fashionably late, we excused our way to the front of the mob that squeezed in the basement to get a good look at what we were hearing. Turns out Mr Conversation from earlier was one hell of a showman! In a stunning explosion of energy exposed in several fashions ranging from yoga-like poses for screaming the lyrics that clearly needed it to wearing a track in the dirt floor in the shape of what most psychopaths would agree to be a perfect circle. Rian, the lovely baby-faced guitarist quipped with Ian over the mics between songs making for a playful exchange and keeping us laughing while drummer Dave took a much-needed rest, exhausting US with his shirtless (thank you) attack on his kit. Riccardo played like a champ despite his impending operation (get well soon man!) and we look forward to seeing him again once he's well and out on the road for another round!

T: Seriously, I love the Mill Hill's setup. There is no stage, the band sets up on the same dirty basement floor you are standing on. You are literally inches from the band. There were times when I thought Rian and Ian were going to get hurt (there was a minor causalty), or fling themselves into the crowd. The opening band (not sure the name, they were WAY to hard for my taste, so I went on a 30 minute cig break) was trying to start a mosh pit for a while, and I considered throwing a well aimed elbow at one of them, and teach them what Crackjaw REALLY means.

A: Tara and I, being the supporters (T: I'm a groupie, darlin. I freely admit it) that we are, each bought a CD and a t-shirt (please donate to the Help T & A Support Local Music Fund by donating to the Paypal account below). We could be paying for the next meal of your favourite band!

T: Feed the Musicians. Buy Merch.

A: Last weekend, we made our way out to Triumph in Princeton to catch Jay Liberatore and Friends. The night was a blast complete with great original music, some interesting covers and special guests including Freaky Jay , Frank Haggerty of L.A. band Alansmithee, and several members of Almost Green. We drank cappuccinos and wanted to hate-fuck our waiter, but by and large the evening was a success. Shaun Ruymen of Almost Green played the Bitter End on Sunday night and I was able to watch it online (my atm card was eaten by a machine so I had no dinero until Monday- boo!). It was great to see him perform solo and the live feed actually was pretty good quality. I recommend watching it on Sunday nights to check out new singer/songwriters.

T: Angela will kill me, but anyone who was there could see- SHE SANG! Jay actually got her to get up there and share that gorgeous voice she has with the world! I took a picture, but due to A's deal with the devil, she can no longer appear in photos. Or my battery was dead. It didn't turn out, either way. Although I would have never chosen on my own to go to a brewery to see a singer/ songwriter I had never heard before, I trusted Angela's taste and was NOT disappointed. Incredible voice, great songs, and really good people. Freaky Jay and I started our own band at the table, with sugar packets and straws. (Didn't you know I am the best female drummer in the world?)

T: Regarding the waiter, that gum snapping frat boy was on my last damn nerve. I spent the majority of the evening plotting what I would do to him, and not in a fun way. It's is one thing to be a lousy server, I used to be one. But he remided me of a waiter in L.A. - "I'm really an actor, waiting for my big break. I've done three episodes of Law and Order..." My guess is he is a Princeton pre-med trust fund baby, working only bc his mommy and daddy won't give him enough money for the Mercedes AND the coke habit, so he had to pick up a few shifts serving us less fortunates. Dude, the death of JFK Jr. did not leave an opening for rich bitch east coast party boys, at least not one you could fill.

Non-steak Cheesesteaks and Walking Through the Ghetto Can Be Fun!

2006-07-17T16:18:00.001-04:00

A: Following our escapades with the youngin on Wednesday last, we found ourselves the following morning heading into work on a few hours sleep only to end up out on the town again on Thursday for a Break Away show at the 449 Room, Trenton's all ages room hosting two of my favourite things: Greenlight Vegan and Vegetarian Cuisine and young boys in bands. We were there to catch Break Away featuring friends of our pals, The Frantic. Tara and I chowed down on some non-steak cheesesteaks (Tara doesn't even like the TASTE of chicken so her's was non-beef beef and mine was non-chicken chicken). I don't have to feel guilty because it's low cal and healthful and she liked her first foray into the wonderful world of non-meat vegetarian meat and vegan cheese. The mere thought of it is sexy to me.

T: I hate chicken. They are nasty stupid birds and I do not wish to ingest them, or their unfertilized embryos, which people have deemed the only acceptable breakfast food. I like beef though.

A: The band was STELLAR, we're talking SERIOUS stage presence from bass player Joe Pulito. He pretty much told the crowd how to have fun and everyone followed suit. They put on quite a show and the songs are pretty great too. I got officially "Malaga-ed" which means I paid one price for a t-shirt (which fits me nicely btw), three buttons, three stickers, their new CD - Malaga, and a poster. It's a great deal and they're worth every penny.

T: I didn't buy anything, for once in my life. I did, however, get to indulge in listening to some great hip-hop (and belive me, I HATE hip-hop) on a smoke break out front, which was droning out from "Crotch Rocket Night" at Conduit.

A: After the show, which ended early so the kiddies could make it camp on time in the morning, we hoofed it with Rob and Jim of The Frantic as our escorts through the mean streets of Trenton down to good ol Mill Hill to play the jukebox and visit another 1/4 of The Frantic. Chris was tending bar in the upstairs room of the MH.

T: The last 1/4 of The Frantic apparently had strep throat, but is said to be recovering nicely.

A: Dave was downstairs running things as usual and he completely got my attention with his lovely selections on the greatest jukebox on the PLANET (rivaled only by the one at Buffalo Billiards in Olde City, but with only new material and old safe ones, I would guess that the music snobs of High Fidelity would give it second billing to the Mill Hill's fine handwritten, homemade mixtape time capsules of the music that made us who we are). Dave pulled out a little Maiden (duh) and then launched into a little Ned's Atomic Dustbin, Kill Your Television. Which catapulted me right back to the grunge days (when Eddie Vedder or Kurt Cobain or someone announced in Spin Magazine that NAD was a current record found among their catalog, everyone and their brother was taping God Fodder for each other and I seem to recall hearing a track or two at the boy/girl parties I attended while attending Fisher Junior High).

A: Friday found us at my apartment again and although I wasn't feeling well enough to make the track back up to the Mill Hill to see Sage for the last time for a while (Good luck Gabe!), I wish them well. Jam bands make Tara physically ill, so we both would have been sick had we gone.

T: Seriously- If the song was written to be 29 minutes long, fine. But you keeping repeating the same riffs over and over, occasionally breaking into the fucking Super Mario Brothers theme... Stupid stir fry eating patcholi stinking potheads... If you ever have the need to torture me, tie me up and make me listen to Phish.

A: Instead we had movie night and caught the classic, From Dusk til Dawn, which Tara knows scene-by-scene and counts as her favourite movie. I don't share that opinion, but George and Juliette make it worth a look IMHO. Then we took a minute to run to the Blockbuster just before closing where we picked up a copy of one of MY favourite films, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I don't know why I never picked it up before, I guess I was waiting for the right moment. We rounded out the night with as much as we could stand of Dracula 2000 which wasn't very much.

T: FDTD is EASILY my favorite movie. I have an insane INSANE obsession with Quentin Tarantino and a love of vampire movies. I think he is funny and sexy and a fucking genius. When I lived in LA, I used to park in front of his house, hoping he would come out, and I could ask for directions or something, all non-chalant... He doesn't have a ton of security or anything, either. I could have strolled right up to his front door. AND he knows who I am, so I am told, from the whole reality show escapade! It will happen... of yes, it will happen.

T: Saturday was an interesting event, as we did not spend it together. In order to afford to move to L.A., I have resigned myself to doing anything for money, short of renting out my lady parts. Through the wonders of craigslist, I got a job selling merch for a well established band from L.
A. for a few of their east coast gigs, a job that ACTUALLY pays, rather than just getting free admission and a few drinks "on the band". So I was off to Brittinghams Pub in Lafayette Hill to work for Irish-Alt band The Young Dubliners. The first two bands were not bad, one traditional Irish and one alternative. The YoungDubs then took the stage and KILLED the audience. Lead singer Keith has enough charisma to kill a cat (see future explanation); the crowd seriously responds to everything he says and does. He could lead the lemmings off a cliff. Chas makes the violin ROCK to no certain extent. I found myself dancing behind my table the whole time.

A: I can't say I had as great of a time, since I went to see a few friends from a band I worked for a while back, Almost Green play an acoustic opener slot for the Radiators. Uggh. Ew. Hippy, old people bands give me the heebeegeebees. I then retired early to my home to phone a friend and watch a movie that made me cry. As many movies do lately.

T: After the show, I got to hang out a bit and meet the band. Being from LA, I expected them to hop back in the van and go back to their hotel. NOPE! Not only are they FANTASTIC musicians, they REALLY appreciate their fans. Keith invited the whole crowd to stick around and hang out with them. And he did! I watched him mingle and talk to everyone who approached him. I am really glad to have seen them, met them, and have a few more shows with them. Keep reading for more YOUNG DUBLINERS news.

Ladies, Musicians, and Boys of All Ages

2006-07-13T15:02:00.000-04:00

T: I am really wishing I had more interesting things to talk about than boys
and music… but I don’t. So deal with it, chump. This entry starts on Wednesday,
which means Angela and I were at Nocturne. Angela was looking stunning in
her black sexy tank and black bondage pants, and I decided to mix it up a
little and wear grey- brown pants with my black beater and black boots.
Yeah, it’s THAT kind of place, people. Upon entering, we met up with A’s
friend Aerick, and discussed the benefit plan he offered to his concubines.
After much debate, T & A decided to hold off until we got a better offer, as
amazing as it might be to be a part of Aerick’s harem.

A: It should be said that Tara was looking stunning as well.

T: Soon we found ourselves swarmed by two gentlemen, Phill, who is a sweetheart,
and his friend (I deleted his name from my memory), who was not listening to
a word we were saying, but just waiting for his turn to say something he
deemed witty or charming. To prove it, he made the comment that he wished he
had a cool job, like me and Angela do. Umm, what do you think we do? He
apparently had picked up enough from our conversation with Phill to assume
that I was a film producer and Angela worked in music. And that we lived in
LA. (HiPow willing, that will be a truth soon enough, but c’mon c’mon here). I
had to suffer through you tell the story of how you were on 20/20, but had
your face blurred out not once but TWICE. Angela, the ballsy chica that she
is, said to him “I like you less and less with every word you say.” We
excused ourselves to go dance (aka troll for post-pubescent boys) in the all
ages room.

A: I was all engaged in the convo with Aerick when I turned to find Tara wedged
between Phill and Captain Toolbag and since we hadn't worked out a "help" signal,
I couldn't tell if she was ok or not, so I rejoined her and the fellas and felt the need
to put the loser out to pasture once I watched him put a cigarette out on the carpeted
floor not 2 feet from and ashtray, had to hear him go on about 9/11 and his presence
there, and some other nonsense that just pissed me off. I'm not usually that mean to
strange men that don't interest me... no wait, that's a lie, yes I am.

T: We spotted a shaggy haired emo-goth hybrid, who I thought was about 20. He
had a boy version of my haircut (bangs that cover the majority of your
face). Very cute. I pointed out to Angela his tat, and his belt, which
immediately rendered her defenseless against this adorable ingénue.

A: And HOW was I rendered defenseless? He had the mark of the man, The Punisher, tattooed on his arm. He was also wearing his nifty Punisher belt. Comic book boys are SO great...

T: After doing a few laps and dancing to “Military Fashion Show” what seemed like 9 times, we went back downstairs, hoping the aforementioned douchebag had forgotten about us. We went into the little dance area, and chatted with Patrick, who runs the whole shebang. Angela made mention that she was a HUGE NIN fan, so Patrick ran to the DJ to order some up.

A: The incomparable Danny Red chose the stellar "Reptile", and a remix at that! He was on hand most of the evening to make sure yours truly was dancing her ass off to all the classics including: Bela Legosi's Dead, Groove is in the Heart, Military Fashion Show, Never Let Me Down Again, and Boys and Girls.

T: BEST PART OF THE NIGHT: Angela scored us free Pirates of the Carribean T Shirts. I was stoked.

A: Those shirts were courtesy of DJ Jon Gill (thanks Jon!)

T: Matt and Chris, the boys from the Brotherly Crap Fest, showed up, and for
the THIRD WEEK IN A ROW, we were hanging out with a birthday boy. No b-day
kisses or pinches for this one though; I don't know about Angela, but I am all
b-dayed out. After some more than sightly inappropriate conversations, we
went back upstairs. Much to our delight, we got to meet our little Punisher
Boy. Not wanting to get into trouble (it was all ages; after all), I
immediately asked how old he was. His answer put him in the realm of “barely
legal”.

A: I have to say that although Matt was quick with those one-liners and smelled
lovely, one had to wonder: "If he's that nice looking, now 30 and in a band, why
the hell isn't he taken?" Chris drank too much, as boys often do, and was a little
more handsy then I would like (Aerick for the record, that glare I gave you was
the "SAVE ME" glare... and kisses on the ear won't stop the man who claims he
once rigged an 11 inch dildo to the end of a power mixer to please this girl he was
"dating". He described it as a "pussy battering ram".)

T: Of course, I am a MySpace addict, so I asked the little punisher for his URL. Man that
sounds dirty. “Hey baby, what’s your URL?” Technology takes the romance away…
Well, I checked it this morning, and GUESS WHO LIED?? His REAL age puts him
in the “not at ALL legal” category. I feel dirty. Not dirty enough to shower though.

A: I sent the little bugger a message scolding him for being such a bad, bad boy.
I still want to tie him up and lock him in a trunk though... according to Patrick the
legal age for consent in PA is 16. Hallelujah for Pennsyl-tucky!

Our First Weekend Alone Together

2006-07-11T16:52:00.000-04:00

T: Friday night I had all intentions of staying in and cleaning, but after realizing I had spent an hour "organizing" my iPod, it became apparent that it was not meant to be. Lucky for me, Angela had planned a nice evening at home too. So I drove on over and joined her. We went out to a great party, got hammered, met up with two hot guys on holiday from England, and took them to a seedy motel for hours of debauchery.

A: Clever Trevor and Fussy Russy were so sad St George didn't win the World Cup, and we cheered them right up.

T: Okay, anyone who knows us can tell that was a total lie. The actuality was that we stayed up until 6 am watching "Whose Line Is It Anyway?", talking and being absolutely ridiculous.

A: God Bless Hummus, Bruschetta and Drew Carey, that sexy mother.

T: Saturday, after attending my little sister's graduation party, we hauled our butts up to Trenton to support local rock god's: The Frantic. We got there in time to hear half of the last song in their set. BUMMER. However, much to our delight, it happened to be Nick's birthday, and he was already a little tipsy.

A: Thank you goodnight!! Later we heard that they regaled the audience with a 20 minute tune they like to call "Technical Difficulties", so we were slightly glad we caught the after-show-show and not the show-show. lol Chris, you're the man, and we LOVE the Frantic.

T: Nick was drunk enough to tell me the “funny story” The Frantic has about he and I, and introduced me as “the girl I was trying to rap to at the show last week”. He’s lucky he’s pinchably adorable, or I could have gotten offended. (like anything ever offends me, seriously) After being thrown out by security (it was 2 am), we decided to go to the after-party. Prior to leaving, there was a 30 person Nirvana sing along on the streets of Trenton, and Anthony almost got beat up. Three times. The after party doesn’t even merit a note in this blog, except to say that I felt more comfortable at my first gynecological exam. Jim and Angela agreed (not that Jim’s been to the gyno, to my knowledge), so we left very quickly. A house with three weiner dogs cannot be trusted.

A: Me: "Anthony, how'd you get that broken arm?"
Anthony: "Nirvana fight."

A: Sunday nite we had the displeasure of catching the Brotherly Shove Fest at the Trocadero in Philadelphia and while we only had to sit through ONE other band's set before the band we came to see ( Carfax Abbey - way better on paper than in life IMHO, but that's for another blog and Tara and I don't agree on this one...surprisingly),

T: I will interject here, mid sentence: Carfax is a very good live band if you like theatricality and over the top antics. The lighting DID suck this show though, but we are used to SUCH a better job of that. Back to you A.

A: The band we had to suffer through was HEAD from Philadelphia. Among the
THOUSANDS of reasons to move to Los Angeles (see the future blog - One Hundred One Reasons to Move to Los Angeles - T & A means Travel and Anticipation), leaving the horrendous Philadelphia music scene has inched itself up one notch further following this weekend's sad effort in drumming up interest in the "Philly" music scene. It was the death rattle attemptfor this Trenton native, who would rather be in the basement at Joe's Mill Hill Saloon catching Philo ("Waiting" is totally my favourite, but it's all pretty good) with a stomach full of Wawa, which is where we happy exiled ourselves upon disappointment by the Trocadero, which (going on a tear here...) has since changed its policies from "way-cool-hard-rock-punk-rock-and-ska-venue-
in-Chinatown-where-the-cops-won't-come-anyway-so-we-can-get-away-with-more-than-the-TLA" to"Nazi-leave-your-markers-at-the-door-senseless-ID-checking-for-no-reason-no-re-entry-just
-deal-with-the-shit-music-we're-forcing-you-to-hear-wallet-raping". It's not going to stop me from going to see Donnie Darko there for Midnight Madness on August 4th (sorry kiddies 21+ thank HiPow!), but I'm not going to be happy about it. Seriously, the Troc is where I went to the Punk Prom, where I lost my contact on the front of the stage at the Bouncing Souls show and jumped up on stage and ran into the onstage bathroom to put it back in without being stopped by security, where I saw Down, where I met the SHARPS for the first time,... memories... and now it's a venue full of squares and overprotective rules. Dammit.

T: The Troc sucks. That’s all I have to say about that.

A: At this particular show, after turning in my markers at the door(despite much arguement from me, including a public announcement of my age) and agreeing to the no re-entry policy, I was horrified to enter and begin the half hour of hell we were about to endure at the hands (and screaming mouths) of Head. Apparently, having all their gear stolen (which we both agree was a sign from HiPow) couldn't stop them from playing the "Brotherly Shove Fest", which should have been called the "I'd Rather Have Your Brother Fuck Me in the Ass Repeatedly Fest." At one point we found ourselves willing to be in the BAR just to escape the noise wafting from the stage, where we found ourselves trapped between (this is no joke) the vinyl bleacher seats on the second floor and the balcony, where you had to be 21 to enter, but couldn't take your drinks (ours, btw, were soda). So, despite our best efforts to avoid permanent taste damage and hearing damage, we had to hear Head.

T: Now, we are both equal opportunity girls. We will give any local band a shot. This band SUCKED. Sucked so bad I wanted to kill the lead singer, bury her, then dig her up a year from now to punch her in her stupid dumb HEAD.

A: Tara has anger management issues and was a little rattled by their sound which I truly believe could cause anal leakage, and flipped out, throwing my drink AND her drink to the floor in disgust (actually, I think she was overcome with Bandus Suckus - a strain of pneumonia found in the Philadelphia Music scene and also creeping up in other scenes around the US since the advent of Myspace, and DROPPED the drinks).

T: I like throwing things. RAGE ON!!!

A: When we found the one place where the music was muffled (the lobby, where
they were raffling off a beer pong table, in the all ages section... you take as much time as you need for that one), only to hear a befuddled version of musical apocalypse: Tool's "Sober", as sung by the horrendousredhead from Head. Forgetting the irony of the whole situation (the clear presence of alcohol and alcohol-themed raffles, the obvious absurdity of a band with a keyboard played by a woman covering "Sober" written about a friend of MJK's who was an artist and had a drinking problem and was afraid to stop drinking because he only did his best work when he was intoxicated... something Head had nothing to worry about), the band did a CRUMMY version of the song, which I think is sacrilege to cover in the first place. I couldn't resist screaming from the lobby to PLEASE stop, and seconds later, a young girl came up to us with a bucket asking us to donate to the fund that would help them raise enough money to buy back their equipment. I wanted to launch into a twenty-minute lecture about how they SHOULD use the money to pay for college to learn to be accountants or DeVry or something, but I followed Tara's lead and respectfully declined to donate (bleh, healthy program behaviour). We met a couple of nice fellas (musicians, naturally) who were there for the same reason as us, and we chatted about sequencing and programming and pro-tools and whatnot (Tara isn't half the dork I am, so she stared blankly at me and Matt who proceeded to get excited upon mention of our Powerbooks and Logic Pro software). Matt said the line of the night for sure, "I never thought I'd say this, but I hate head. Head is terrible."

T: Not that I had any clue what the heck they were talking about, but I do feel the need to defend my blank stare. Matt, our new friend, was an EXACT REPLICA of James Marsters, aka Spike, from Buffy, but younger and hotter. It was less of a blank stare if you knew what was going on in my mind.

A: The Carfax set was pretty standard and the audience was excited to see a band from Philly that didn't make your ears want to commit suicide. We left the Troc and headed next door to the Banana Leaf Malaysian and Sushi Restaurant for a Thai Iced Tea (we will SO be eating dinner there soon) and were brutally rebuffed by the Reading Terminal eating establishments, since all the restaurants down there stop serving food at 10pm (ick, see what happens when you leave New York?). We hopped on the 1 (I have to start referring to "freeways" by "the #" if I'm going to fit in with the L.A. locals) and made only one minor stop at Wawa to break the Chai machine, get Tara's 32 oz of coffee and sing Queen songs with the sandwich people before heading back to Trenton for Philo.

T: Actually, I only drank 16 oz of coffee, Friday was the half gallon night. I thought Carfax rocked, but I am a theater girl, after all.

A: We got there in time to catch some chick who CLAIMS to be on tour from the UK, but she looked vaguely familiar and spoke with a perfect Jersey accent. We were there for a rock show and she looked like she could delivera rockin performance, what with her cancer-ward haircut and pants sagging just below her beer gut, but instead she sounded like something Jewel vomited up in her car/home in Alaska and left to be scooped up and regurgitated to us in Trenton, NJ. This presented a problem for those of us with taste who were tired of being jerked around by sucky musicians. Fortunately, Mill Hill lets you write on the bathroom walls with your markers, allows re-entry, would never make you "suffer" through a band/performer you didn't like and when Dave gave us the "fair enough" when we told him we were leaving because Tara had to work early in the morning and she lives in Manayunk, we didn't feel the least bit bad about our $5 going to Philo despite not being able to hear them after all (sorry Tim and Tony).
We are SO down to catch you guys next time around, hope you enjoyed the 5 PBRs we financed with our contribution. The "girl" with the guitar took notice of my red tank top with lace on the trim and Dickies pencil skirt and Tara's purple and black striped hipster top and large buckle skirt and I suppose she took our leaving personally (which she should have, but we honestly would have stayed through her torture to get to Philo if it wasn't getting late). I think she uttered, "Are you looking for Madonna?" in our direction as we were leaving which is hilarious considering, as Tara pointed out, her American ass was sitting there trying to be pompous and European just like the material girl herself. FYI, fucking or marrying someone from the UK or living there for a short time while you "find yourself" doesn't make you European. Actually, at one point I think I heard her "edumacating" the audience about the UK, giggling when a drunk kid in the audience didn't know where Belfast was, yeah, like she new before she moved there from New York. After the guys from Philo got theirs, I hope that 5th PBR went to you, crappy acoustic guitar girl. Just trying to help you maintain your beer gut-chic style. Approaching bottom any minute now.

T: I felt like I was being punished by her vocal stylings. It was music to slit your wrists by.

A: By my count, this weekend owes us the following:
Nick - we never did get to see your penis
Joe - the rest of our conversation
Jim - a night full of free sodas for Tara
Chris - the rest of the Arctic Monkeys record acapella and a burned copy ofthe new EP (puh lease)
Kevin - an apology for thinking girls (or more importantly I) couldn't likethe Punisher
Carfax Abbey - $10 bucks each
gravity - two expensive cups of ice from the Trocadero Balcony bar
Independence Brew Pub - dinner service
Olde City - one parking spot
Philo - one set
"UK" girl - the truth

T: I think Jim owes us his life for getting him out of that party. And the UK girl owes me nothing, in fact, I will BUY HER A TICKET back to the UK. Nice haircut, do they not have mirrors in England?

Next up: Break Away on Thursday at the 449 Room