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Hey tigerbeatpoet -
Where’s the party at?
Mojo Marshall
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Well, Mojo Marshall and I had a very nice conversation about this one – Halloween is coming up super soon and he was looking for some suggestions. Not that he reeeally needs to know, being one of the masterminds over at Switchblade Comb.com, one of the best local sites out there, with a name I wish I would have thought up first…
So, I was at the New Kids on the Block concert at the Xcel last week. I went with my best friend from high school that I haven’t seen in approximately four years… and her husband. He was a good sport, because even I felt overwhelmed by the amount of estrogen in that room. At first I was excited about going, in some jokey way, but instantly became awkward in a giant conglomeration of hardcore, un-ironic New Kids fans. Very drunk New Kids fans. However, once those five Bostonians started playing, that awkwardness dissipated and turned into the occasional shriek of pop music/boy band joy.
And no – they did not play “I Wanna Be Loved By You”
Yes, out of the 13,000 or so in attendance, I could probably say that there were 50 guys there. This letter on Ross Raihala’s “The Ross Who Knew Too Much” blog is priceless.
In the true spirit of bloggy nonsense, let me announce that I have decided to pen an advice column on tigerbeatpoet. I happen to be quite confident that I give incredible advice (most of the time) – so bring it on.
So a piece on Spin.com on Friday speculates that The Smiths might be reuniting for next year’s Coachella. Yes, however doubtful I am EVERY SINGLE TIME I hear something like this. I will literally shed tears of joy if it ever does.
For the most part, unless there is a rock show that CANNOT be missed, I can usually be found at home, in that one spot on the couch being lazy and having the Sunday night blues (I think you know all about em) – so I figured I would use my powers of randomness for good. Like a public service of sorts – and something to frankly keep me busy.
So with that, lets play a little game of – What’s the worst that could happen?
Say, that you’ve just finished a big US tour and whatnot and you think it would be a great idea to have a big free concert right outside of San Francisco with little or no organization. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? Let’s hire the Hells Angels – they did a good job in jolly old London with our show this past summer…and all Hells Angels are the same, right? WRONG.
Aw, Suge – you know I love ya. I’m just kidding around. These people just need something to get them through the Sunday night blues. You understand, right?
I have always loved Neil Young, but since I saw him a couple weeks back, I’ve been even more obsessed. I wrote about it for Spin.com HERE if you’d like to read all about it. It was an amazing show. So, as part of Sound Unseen 08 they’re showing Rust Never Sleeps, the concert documentary (and of course, the live record) from his ’78 show at San Francisco’s Cow Palace on MONDAY night (9:15, St. Anthony Main)
Clip from the legendary show – (complete with opening music to Van Halen’s “Hot For Teacher”… interesting)
Completely off track, but related –
What I left out is:
I finally beat Harvest Moon – in between Death Cab and Neil. And it was incredibly anticlimactic after playing for hours and hours for weeks to get to my goal…
Cliff and I got married! Yep, one of the goals of this game is marrying one of the bachelors – next to farming, mining and taking care of your pets and livestock. In the game I have: a dog named Mixtape, four chickens named Cluckla, Biggie, Eggy & Babydoll, a grown cow named Gladys-Marie, a just-born calf named Lillibelle, brand new sheep named Mammothra, and a horse named Maybelle.
Here, to give you a feel for our love affair – are Cliff’s heart events. Exchange the name Emily with Jen and it’s basically the experience we had.
Yes, for some of you, it might be dull… but this came is thoroughly addictive.
What a way to tie in Neil Young and my Nintendo game, right?
I’m back with more Sound Unseen trailers, and their fabulous graphic for it instead of my delightfully amateur Microsoft Paint graphic. Hey, I figured I might as well do them justice with their own work…
Teen girl (mumbling to self): No more cream cheese… no more cheese.
Male friend: What’s wrong with her?
Female friend: The doctor told her she’s lactose intolerant today. She’s not taking it too well.
Teen girl (now shaking male friend): NO MORE BUTTERED POPCORN!!!
Minnetonka, Minnehaha Creek
Overheard by Sad.. no more cheese.
It reminds me of one of my favorite tattoos from an episode of L.A. Ink on TLC:
This overwhelmingly adorable dude (even with the 70′s ‘stache and bad-on-purpose glasses) was in some sort of horrible accident involving a forklift and his gut region, and eventually could not process cheese anymore… (this clip is kinda long – but I personally think it’s worth watching, and posting…
Call me crazy, but Kim was definitely flirting with this guy. Ooh – and an update… apparently this Kyle character can “eat soy cheese, yogurt cheese and almond cheese.” But honestly, with the exception of some yogurt cheese – he’s still fucked. Lactose intolerance would probably be the end of me, personally…
Additional Info:
Cheese dude is in a band, Dusty Rhodes and the River Band…
