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February 15, 2005
My Friend The Rock Star
My friend Luci is now the keyboardist extraordinaire for Moby's tour band. Not only that, she's prominently featured in his latest video "Lift Me Up". The thing about this is that I never ever even once was even remotely surprised that Luci got this opportunity... the girl has got talents above and beyond most people and grabs on to chances with both hands. *Sniff* I feel like a proud parent...
I just hope she remembers where this all began... Polo Club #1, Athens, GA. Yours truly on drums, Chip Houston on guitar, Luci on keyboards, rippin' through a kickass rendition of "Light My Fire" ("Lift Me Up", "Light My Fire"... coincidence?):
Good luck, Luci, and we'll see you at the Tabernacle.
February 14, 2005
Happy Charles' Birthday, Everyone!
Once again we come to that day that so clearly cleaves the teeming throngs into two distinct camps... I'm speaking, of course, of Charles' birthday.
On one side we have the couples, the nauseatingly cutesy folk who celebrate my beloved brother's birthday by kowtowing to card companies and lavishing cards (they'll be in the trash in a week), candy (it'll give you cavities) and flowers (dead in three days, all of them) upon one another. These sickening people spend today in a blissful haze, light of foot and filled with song, gleefully anticipating the final few hours of Charles' birthday at which time they'll likely have fantastic, hot, sweaty sex.
I hate them.
On the other side are the singles. They'll spend the rest of the day toasting to one of the three best bros in the entire world. They'll raise a glass and drink. Over and over. A lot. If they're anything like me they'll also put on a little TooL and sing along:
My compassion is broken now.
My will is eroded,
and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.
I'm on my knees and burning.
My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.
So smell my soul burning.
I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...
but I survive on it,
and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed..
and I feel ugly, and dead inside.
Shit adds up at the bottom.
Either way, it's all for you... Happy Birthday Chuk.
February 08, 2005
Bloggin' all up in dis... for real do'
My site... when run through ghetto-fabulous search engizzle Gizzoogle.
February 04, 2005
The time has come for someone to put his foot down...
... And that foot... is me.
Rest In Peace, Dean Wormer.
February 02, 2005
I'm Not The Sharpest Knife In The Drawer...
But something tells me the Christian Slater/Tara Reid vehicle "Alone In The Dark" isn't good...
"The three stars have seen better days, but I'd like to think they could still do something classier and more dignified than this. Like gay porn."
-- Rob Vaux, FLIPSIDE MOVIE EMPORIUM
"Actually has an entire group of adults call out to a lost comrade, 'Marco!' What does he expect the audience to do when they hear that? I mean, come on."
-- Fred Topel, ABOUT.COM
"Terrible beyond belief, like the worst 1940s serial ever made. As for Slater and Dorff...well, they've been in worse movies--wait a minute, no they haven't."
-- Frank Swietek, ONE GUY'S OPINION
And my personal faves:
"...asking the viewer to accept Tara Reid as a scientist is pure insanity, requiring a staggering leap of faith that I can't even begin to contemplate."
-- David Nusair, REEL FILM REVIEWS
and...
"Tara-ble. "
-- Russell Scott Smith, NEW YORK POST
