Paddy the Prophet

I've been listening to Glenn Beck for sometime on the radio. I'm not a fan mind you, more know thy enemy. But over the last few months he has gone total batshit. I thought his apocalyptic shit on the radio was bad, but lately on T.V. he has been losing it. He has become a real life Howard Beale! Network is one of my all time favorite movies. Paddy Chayefsky is like Nostradamus, now that's truly horrifying.

indie pop on a spring day

I cannot get enough of matt & kim, especially this song! probably my favorite of the year.

Who said 8 tracks were dead

i discovered probably the coolest website in sometime yesterday. 8 Tracks. you create a mix and upload it. like most things on the interweb there is the incredibly good and bad.

That's Life

That's life, that's what all the people say.
You're riding high in April, Shot down in May

It's interesting what happens when a clock strikes midnight. 2008 was the greatest year of my life. It's been 19 days of 2009 and I find myself listening to the Chairman on loop. At the risk of sounding like I am wallowing in self pity (because I really am) I will explain how shitty the first 2 1/2 weeks of 09 have been. I am unemployed, I missed two credit card payments this month, I stood out in the 20 degree cold for 8 hours harassing strangers only to be fired for the first time in my life, my online Spanish midterm closed when I was only half way done, I can't pay my rent, the only time I eat is when kind strangers make me food, I can't pay for the Spanish class that I am now undoubtedly failing, I missed my set at Comedy Forum, I'm doing medical studies to support myself, and a spider bit me on the face. But as Franky says, "That's life I tell ya, I can't deny it." Now I just need to find the resolve that that old Italian bastard had, "I thought of quitting baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it." Then again he does leave on a good point, "But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die."

Another month, another worthless effort

Man I am a worthless blogger, which is more of an indictment on my merit as a human considering how little effort blogging takes. In all honesty I'm just neglectful. I have writing on another blog, a heavy traffic, newspaper funded blog. I'm a sellout and a whore I know. This is why from here on out I am committing myself to you. And by you I mean me, because lord knows I don't have any readers. I am moving to the midwest in two weeks and leaving behind this wonderful life in "America's vacation land" so I'm sure I will have plenty of material to write about until then here's a picture of Jeff Goldblum.

Exciting Revelations at 3 AM

So I forgot to post my review of the Faint show on Oct. 30th, but who cares! I just had the most exciting 3 hours of the past 5 months. I was originally supose to do a comedy gig in Laramie next friday. But then I went to Portugal. The Man, which was epic and you can read my review on reverb. Then I had some drinks with some old friends and they informed me that they were going to Georgia and that I could come along for the 5th year in a row for the low low price of $30. Now I can think of nothing else and want to leave this moment! Thank the cosmos for something to live for.

PS. I want my burg there.

Secret Machines at the Bluebird

When I was in high school my religion teacher had a poster in his room that said, “What is popular isn’t always right, and what is right isn’t always popular.” This was never truer than Monday at the Bluebird Theater before the Secret Machines took the stage. I haven’t been to a show that felt that empty since I was 17 standing on a makeshift stage in a small-town community center harboring delusions that I was a musician.

When the band took the stage, the crowd filled in the pit near down front and gave the show less of a Tampa Bay Devil Rays (pre-World Series) feel. For the band’s opening song, “Lightning Blue Eyes,” the members stood nearly motionless as six fog lights in back turned them into silhouettes. As the show progressed the lightning changed to match the mood of each tune. Blue lights from the floor shone during “Nowhere Again” and rapid swirling rainbow lights accompanied “First Wave Intact.”

As Secret Machines settled into the set their brand of prog-rock took over with longwinded jams that dragged on and on, creating a black hole of entertainment. During the show the band was selling 3-D glasses for fifty cents to enhance the visuals. However, just like in “Friday the 13th” and “Jaws 3-D,” the gimmick didn’t make up for the lack of substance.

Just as I began to look at the clock the band pulled me back in with the eloquently titled “Alone, Jealous, and Stoned” and rode a strong wave to finish up the set. Despite engaging in pretentious jams at times, the Secret Machines did not perform a planned and obligatory encore, they merely said thank you and walked off the stage. While almost every band on the planet indulges in this popular trend the Secret Machines decided not to do what is popular, but to do what was right.