Just Like Heaven
Another Tuesday, another week without blogging!! Sorry guys. I guess part of my absence has been my lack of material. I mean, since I spent the week drying out I had no drunken evenings, no drama, no stories, nothing to report.
Not that I had a totally boring week. Jen and I braved Saturday's disgusting, sticky heat at the outdoor Curiosa Festival. (Check out iheartchip.blogspot.com for Jen's breakdown of the show!) I won't bore you by saying the exact same things she already said but it was great to see Interpol (dressed in black suits despite the 90 degree temperatures, natch!), the Cure (FINALLY!) and the Rapture (who I'd totally forgotten that I loved, since I was kind of disappointed by their album). I must say, heat-related grumpiness aside, I felt really old and like a huge Cure-fan poseur. First of all, by the time we left I was sore from 6 hours of standing/dancing in a dusty field like a freakin' grandmother! Second of all, while watching the Cure I realized that I haven't liked a Cure album since 1990's Mixed Up! I mean, I was in heaven when they played Pictures of You or Fascination Street but bored out of my mind during the terrible, goth-metal-y 12-minute shitty songs from the more recent albums. I felt so dumb standing in a field full of girls in miniskirts and heels and their frat boy dates who were singing along to every crap song when I couldn't even muster applause for some of those songs. I claim to love the Cure but I don't love their whole catalog. I felt like the kid at the White Stripes show who was biding her time waiting for "Seven Nation Army." But Jen assured me that we were the real fans because we loved the band back in the day (or as back in the day as 26 and 27 year olds can be for a 26 year old band!!)
I totally forgot about how annoying the new songs were when the last song of the second encore was a bitchin' version of Boys Don't Cry. I danced my best little Molly Ringwald/Breakfast Club Eighties shimmy, not caring how dumb and old I must've looked.
The other big news of my weekend is the arrival of Kenneth Joseph Pruitt- college roommate, amazing writer and just all-around good guy- in Brooklyn after NINE years of living in St. Louis. It was so good to see him and his wife (its so weird to use that word! I can't believe that someone who's head I held while they vomited from drinking for the first time could possibly be married. But he is. And to a really nice girl!). I love when people float back into your day-to-day life. I'm thowing them a welcome-to-New-York party next Friday (the 13!) I expect to see you all there. And now that my week of sobriety is over I intend to get back to my schedule of heavy drinking in preparation for the party night.
Since no Retown blog entry would be complete without a list, I'll leave you with the five things that made me really happy today:
1) Franz Ferdinand sold out their September Roseland show in just one weekend. The only thing better than that (cuz I'm totally pulling for their world domination!) is the fact that I had the forsight (and credit card balance) to buy tickets! And not just for me and the roomie but for Jen and Marisa too, since it will represent the begining of Say-Goodbye-To-Jen Week or Two. (Grrrrr....one more reason I have to hate L.A.- it is stealing Jen from us!!)
2) I managed to convince my editor (who must think I'm derranged, the way I went on and on about my Killers obsession!) to let me preview the Killers' August 16th concert. I'm so excited I can barely start writing. Be sure to look for it in next week's issue!
3) MY BRAND NEW, REPLACEMENT IPOD ARRIVED!! Gotta love Apple. Yes, my first iPod died after only six months of ownership but, even though I just sent it back to Apple last Monday, I got a brand new one in the mail Friday morning. God, I love it! I've been listening to the Thermals and Prince and the Killers and the Kleenex/Lilliput reissue non-stop ever since.
4) At the risk of this being an All-Killers list..... I love that Rolling Stone's Hot List (which arrived today in my mailbox) listed them as the "Hot Band"!! I know it's lame and middle school of me, but I feel like I discovered them. I mean, I dragged Beth and Shaya to see them at Don Hills for CMJ the night they got signed and now they are selling out Bowery Ballroom in a day and I can't even get a ticket! Oh Brandon, call me when you are ready to get married! Plus, I've gotta give the proverbial props to Rolling Stone for a bitchin' issue. The Hot List covered all of my current favorite obsessions: Sparks, the Killers, David Cross, Lindsay Lohan's obscene fake tan, Ali G., Gael Garcia Bernal, media gadfly Mo Rocca!!
5) Have I mentioned the genius of Soap Net? There is nothing better than the 1 a.m. showing of All My Children. I can catch up with Greenlee, Ryan and Erica before bed. I know, it's shameful to admit, but I know what's been going on on this stupid show since I was 2 1/2; I watched with my mom when I came home from half-day pre-school! And now I can keep up with all of baby-switching drama and amnesiac old flames without being unemployed and home all day! I knew digital cable was good for more than just HBO On Demand. (Though I'm not knocking that either- I've already watched this week's Six Feet Under twice! Um, did anyone else realize that Rico's fake-titted slut is Idalis the former MTV VJ?? PS, girlfriend is almost 40!)
Not that I had a totally boring week. Jen and I braved Saturday's disgusting, sticky heat at the outdoor Curiosa Festival. (Check out iheartchip.blogspot.com for Jen's breakdown of the show!) I won't bore you by saying the exact same things she already said but it was great to see Interpol (dressed in black suits despite the 90 degree temperatures, natch!), the Cure (FINALLY!) and the Rapture (who I'd totally forgotten that I loved, since I was kind of disappointed by their album). I must say, heat-related grumpiness aside, I felt really old and like a huge Cure-fan poseur. First of all, by the time we left I was sore from 6 hours of standing/dancing in a dusty field like a freakin' grandmother! Second of all, while watching the Cure I realized that I haven't liked a Cure album since 1990's Mixed Up! I mean, I was in heaven when they played Pictures of You or Fascination Street but bored out of my mind during the terrible, goth-metal-y 12-minute shitty songs from the more recent albums. I felt so dumb standing in a field full of girls in miniskirts and heels and their frat boy dates who were singing along to every crap song when I couldn't even muster applause for some of those songs. I claim to love the Cure but I don't love their whole catalog. I felt like the kid at the White Stripes show who was biding her time waiting for "Seven Nation Army." But Jen assured me that we were the real fans because we loved the band back in the day (or as back in the day as 26 and 27 year olds can be for a 26 year old band!!)
I totally forgot about how annoying the new songs were when the last song of the second encore was a bitchin' version of Boys Don't Cry. I danced my best little Molly Ringwald/Breakfast Club Eighties shimmy, not caring how dumb and old I must've looked.
The other big news of my weekend is the arrival of Kenneth Joseph Pruitt- college roommate, amazing writer and just all-around good guy- in Brooklyn after NINE years of living in St. Louis. It was so good to see him and his wife (its so weird to use that word! I can't believe that someone who's head I held while they vomited from drinking for the first time could possibly be married. But he is. And to a really nice girl!). I love when people float back into your day-to-day life. I'm thowing them a welcome-to-New-York party next Friday (the 13!) I expect to see you all there. And now that my week of sobriety is over I intend to get back to my schedule of heavy drinking in preparation for the party night.
Since no Retown blog entry would be complete without a list, I'll leave you with the five things that made me really happy today:
1) Franz Ferdinand sold out their September Roseland show in just one weekend. The only thing better than that (cuz I'm totally pulling for their world domination!) is the fact that I had the forsight (and credit card balance) to buy tickets! And not just for me and the roomie but for Jen and Marisa too, since it will represent the begining of Say-Goodbye-To-Jen Week or Two. (Grrrrr....one more reason I have to hate L.A.- it is stealing Jen from us!!)
2) I managed to convince my editor (who must think I'm derranged, the way I went on and on about my Killers obsession!) to let me preview the Killers' August 16th concert. I'm so excited I can barely start writing. Be sure to look for it in next week's issue!
3) MY BRAND NEW, REPLACEMENT IPOD ARRIVED!! Gotta love Apple. Yes, my first iPod died after only six months of ownership but, even though I just sent it back to Apple last Monday, I got a brand new one in the mail Friday morning. God, I love it! I've been listening to the Thermals and Prince and the Killers and the Kleenex/Lilliput reissue non-stop ever since.
4) At the risk of this being an All-Killers list..... I love that Rolling Stone's Hot List (which arrived today in my mailbox) listed them as the "Hot Band"!! I know it's lame and middle school of me, but I feel like I discovered them. I mean, I dragged Beth and Shaya to see them at Don Hills for CMJ the night they got signed and now they are selling out Bowery Ballroom in a day and I can't even get a ticket! Oh Brandon, call me when you are ready to get married! Plus, I've gotta give the proverbial props to Rolling Stone for a bitchin' issue. The Hot List covered all of my current favorite obsessions: Sparks, the Killers, David Cross, Lindsay Lohan's obscene fake tan, Ali G., Gael Garcia Bernal, media gadfly Mo Rocca!!
5) Have I mentioned the genius of Soap Net? There is nothing better than the 1 a.m. showing of All My Children. I can catch up with Greenlee, Ryan and Erica before bed. I know, it's shameful to admit, but I know what's been going on on this stupid show since I was 2 1/2; I watched with my mom when I came home from half-day pre-school! And now I can keep up with all of baby-switching drama and amnesiac old flames without being unemployed and home all day! I knew digital cable was good for more than just HBO On Demand. (Though I'm not knocking that either- I've already watched this week's Six Feet Under twice! Um, did anyone else realize that Rico's fake-titted slut is Idalis the former MTV VJ?? PS, girlfriend is almost 40!)
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