Sunday, December 21, 2008
Our DP on our still-to-be-completed documentary just finished up an awesome video project with Cisco systems. Give it a watch and show your support by visiting Digital Cribs and letting them know what you think! Just clicking the aforementioned link can help them win!
Thanks in advance, and again, happy holidays from Scott's Blizzog.
Friday, December 19, 2008
And a very happy holiday from all of us here at Scott's Blizzog. So...I guess, just me.
In any event, the blog will be on hiatus for a few weeks as I make the pilgrimage back to the east coast (of Kentucky) to battle tundra-like conditions and wild packs of ducks (so wild, they didn't even fly south for the winter. I know, right? Hardcore.)
So if you're a regular visitor, or you're here for the first time, enjoy your break, and look forward to my "2008 Year in Review" in early 2009. In the meantime, have fun trying to caption this picture. I'll go first: "you want me to stick that yule log where?"
enjoy, and again, all my best to you and yours.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Head on over to Three Guys One Book to check out an awesome article with author Maria Semple. Buy her book, and shoe your support. Or act quickly on the blog and get a free copy today!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
The newest in web serialized content, Overkill: A Love Story shows the...well...disturbing side of love, with a nice subtle touch of comedy. Also, look for Tom Arnold with hilarious hair.
Edited by the fantastic Ryan Case (of Kath & Kim fame), be sure to keep checking youtube for future episodes!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
A good friend and former writing mentor of mine, Maria Semple (visit her website here), has just published her first novel! Join me in congratulating her on her success, and pick up a copy of the book (having read an earlier draft, which I helped her revise, I can promise it will not disappoint.) Maria was a writer on Arrested Development when I met her, and this is her first foray into novel writing. I think I speak for everyone when I say I hope it's not her last!
Buy the book at amazon.com
Hope you enjoy! Congrats, Maria!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Be writ, be made, be dyed and cast
I sit outside the circle and
Wish just for once they’d let me in.
Instead, nonesuch, I’ll bide my time,
‘til one day this will sure be mine.
But times I find it’s hard to wait…
I idle by, to hope for fate
As if one has some grand control
Of how the gods my life they dole.
How foolish I to think such things…
I wait, instead, while curtains cling.
But all import to keep in sight
That mine someday the circle might
Then I’ll peek out and wish me free
To look again within and dream
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Hey gang. Time for some choose your own adventure by the affable Chad, Matt and Rob. Can you help Chad, Matt and Rob get to their meeting on time, or will you choose the path that leads them to their doom? Only one way to find out! Watch the above and play along! Also, visit their hilarious site here.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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Friday, October 31, 2008
This fall, outstanding hip-hop producer and free-flower Zilla Rocca released a mix tape entitled "Bring Me the Head of Zilla Rocca." Enjoy the above video as he describes the mix, and gives you insight into who Zilla is.
His mix is, without a doubt, one of the best mix tapes I've heard in recent memory. Zilla also contributes to Passion of the Weiss, so I feel it is my civic duty, both as a fellow columnist and a friend, to let you all know about it.
If you'd like to download, especially before he puts this on amazon and itunes, follow this link right here.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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Thursday, October 09, 2008
Rarely does an artist create work that shocks people right out of the gate. Typically, art takes time to sink it before it is appreciated. Banksy has done the opposite his entire career. From street art to the classroom, he proves with his newest installment that art is meant to act as a social commentary on the times we live in.
My friend Nik Schiller turned me on to this, citing that this is the first time he's used animatronic devices in his work.
Monday, October 06, 2008
When Lewis and Clark set out to 'discover' the western half of America in the 1800s, no one had any idea what they were in for. Sure, there were the journals of other explorers, their past failures and successes detailed to the last drop of blood. And, granted, they had the knowledgeable native guides to show them a land they already knew better than we ever would. But no one knew what the next 6 months held in store for those two guys: Lewis and Clark.
See, that's the great irony of America. We live in a country that has been 'discovered' several times over, each time with more acclaim than the last. First the Vikings. Chris Columbus. Then we settled the west with what we called manifest destiny. Today America is it's own version of a blown out reality show, where virtually nothing is unscathed and nothing needs discovering.
That is, until this Thursday when NBC premieres the Reveille produced Aussie-import Kath & Kim, starring Molly Shannon, Selma Blair, John Michael Higgins and Mikey Day. The series, originally born out of a sketch written by Gina Riley and Jane Turner followed a dysfunctional mother-daughter duo through the course of their disillusioned scope on life. Kim, lost in her own sense of self, and Kath, reinvigorated (or so it would seem) by a gentleman caller in her life's second wind.
The newly adapted American version follows the same format, but has been adjusted to fit American television better, a move that many imports could take a cue from (sitting through that first season of the U.S. Office was like pulling teeth).
Rest assured, however, that Kath&Kim US is much stronger out of the gate than any import thus far (and just as funny too!) But somehow, there's already been a critical backlash, with many reviewers citing that it doesn't hold true to the Australian version.
Whether or not these critics have firm footing to stand on, I don't know. But I will say this: neither Lewis nor Clark had any idea that the Louisiana Purchase would become larger than our original thirteen colonies. And many people resented the notion at first. After all, it took almost one-hundred years until people even considered moving to our western territory, and now it's home to America's greatest modern export: entertainment. Point being, you really never know where you're going to wind up until you give something a chance. It seems to have paid off for this great country 200 years later, and I have a feeling Kath & Kim will have the same impact on the programming block. Something new, something that forges ahead to places we never thought television would go. Something, that for once, isn't just your run of the mill program.
Working on this show with it's talented writers and cast, it's producers and amazing crew, I'm too closely married to it to voice how much I like this show. So I'll let you be the critic. Tune in to NBC this Thursday @ 8:30 PM EST to see what all the fuss is about! If you're as much of a comedy fan as I am, you'll be like Pavlov's dog every time 8:30 rolls around every Thursday.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Scott's blizzog is both happy and proud to report that Phish will in fact be reuniting for a series of shows at the famed Hampton Coliseum March 6-9, 2009 according to phish.com. Pre-order for online sales has already begun, with general tickets being released to the public on October 18th. When I put my name in the lottery this morning, I was already # 21,000. So if you're after tickets- claw, scratch, kill your granny, do what ever it takes cause they are going to go quickly.
According to their site, they should be announcing more dates in 2009, but I'm not one to hope. Get while the gettin's good as I always say.
This marks the band's first "official" return (and no, I won't do the ph puns everywhere, I think it's obnoxious) since 2004, a time when Trey, the band's front-man and lead guitarist, said the band wanted to leave on top of their game. I guess Trey and Jerry Seinfeld would get along nicely, huh? Either way, it's a happy Rosh Hashanah to them both with all the cash that is about to come pouring in.
Just thought you all might like to know the good news! See you in Virgina!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Greetings fellow blog readers and pop culture fanatics. Today I come to you with a groundbreaking new show. Oprah called it 'edible.' Joan Van Ark dubbed it, 'a show worthy of me getting a sound bite.' All jokes aside, this is the co-creation of Jeff and Liz Astrof. The series centers around Peggy Fatasse, a self conscious girl who is always judged and held back by her weight. Which, by the way, is no small feat, given her size. I mean lets face it, if this girl came at me, I'd cower in fear. Not so much because of her size, but more so because if animated characters ever come to life, you can consider me 'checked out.' I saw Who Framed Roger Rabbit and you know I ain't messin' with that shit. Not-uh.
Anyway, in the otherwise stagnant world of animation today (save for my eager hopes and dreams for HBO's new series "Tim"), this is the only glimmer of hope we have left. Make sure to tune in for future episodes, interviews with the creator, and jello shots! (I can't promise the interview or the jello. The economy sucks.)
Monday, September 08, 2008
Greetings fellow earthlings! I recently got the chance to view the HBO series "Hardknocks," and gave it a quasi-review over at Passion of the Weiss. So if you get the chance, head on over and give it a read.
And prepare for two fantastic games tonight:
Minnesota at Green Bay
Denver at Oakland
Monday, August 25, 2008
Arpil of 2007, I starred in a short horror/comedy called "The Paranormalists," produced by those fine young cannibals at Tomorrow the World. Since it's completion, we've been selected to the Dragon*con film festival in Atlanta, GA.
For more details on the film, simply click these blue words.
For specific info on my film, simply click these eerily similar blue words.
Thanks in advance to everyone on our crew, my talented co-stars, and the producing/directing genius Matt Bolish.
Finally, for showtimes (of which there is one), simply click these additionally similar and additionally eerie words. Please note that my film is in a non-block screening, falling on Day 2 @ 5:30 PM. Our film will be shown in conjunction with one of the only features showing at the fest: Red Victoria.
If you're in Atlanta over labor day weekend, head on over and check it out. Location and hotel arrangements can be found by, you guessed it, clicking these itty bitty blue words.
Friday, August 22, 2008
This Sunday, the one billionth Olympiad comes to a close. I couldn't be happier, personally, as it seems like the only event NBC wants to broadcast is beach volleyball. I've got no problem with beach volleyball. I actually enjoy it. What I have a problem with is the fact that I haven't seen 1 Redeem Team game, one javelin thrown, one discus spun. It's bull shit. The Olympics aren't about speed walking and bmx biking (though you'd be hard pressed to tell anyone otherwise), rather the Olympics are about all those ancient Greek games we once did- and cared about. The decathalon. The Marathon. Things that sound like Greek gods from the outset.
Not that volleyball is without it's merits...
In fact, I've noticed that in all the female sports I watch, they're wearing next to nothing. And hell, if I have to sit there and watch 2 hours of volleyball a night, there better be some T & A. And this trend seems to sweep across the board. All the female athletes are wearing less and getting hotter by each Olympic game. And I guess it makes sense...the winter Olympics isn't exactly a 'show some skin affair,' so they have to make up for it in the summer, appeasing all the child molesters in the world with scantily clad gymnasts, divers, volleyball players, and deliciously thick softball players.
She's good with oversized balls.
Yet a twinge of irony still hangs over these games every year. From the middle eastern track stars wearing head to toe Burqas, slowing them down immensely, to the firewalled itunes due to a Free Tibet mix that was released to the athletes, it almost seems like we're pushing and pulling at the same time. In one sense, our American women put their bodies on display, while we sit back and watch the rest of the world get oppressed. Worse yet- they still only show volleyball!
So when the Olympics come to a close this weekend, be thankful that you won't see Michael Pheelps 24/7 anymore. Be thankful that somewhere in the world little girls won't see softball as a 'career path.' Be thankful that by the next Olympics the volleyball players will be wearing nothing but paisleys and a blur mark on their nether-region.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Earlier today, it was announced that Kanye West would be co-opening a Fatburger Restaurant in Chicago. Read the full article here. Greater Chicago-land area residents should be jumping for joy that the formidable chain has made it's way from California to the midwest. These burgers are superb. Arguably the best fast food burger I've ever eaten, as noted in my LA's Best write up just last year.
As you can see by the screen shot above, Kanye has his work cut out for him, having to assemble several burgers before the salt shaker or egg crosses his path and he meets his most certain doom. And don't even get me started about hot dogs chasing you around (how the phallic driven theme of weiners chasing you got into a kids video game is well beyond me). Yet somehow I don't think this will be much of a problem for Kanye, as he continually boasts his blue-collar youth. I'm sure flipping burgers is a sight none too familiar for him. Kudos, Kanye, you got your real job back. And this is eerily reminiscent of Greg Garcia's (the creator of My Name is Earl) stint at Burger King flipping burgers during the strike. Who's next? Michael Jordan already did McDonalds, and Jared conquered Subway, so we're running out of places where these former-greats can find a home.
change points to dollars
In any event, this seems to stay true with Kanye's career thus far: taking something that is extremely "pop" and taking it to some strange new height. In this case, he'll take full credit for introducing Fatburger to an entire new audience of already fat people. That should end well, with Kanye sitting in front of a federal grand jury, swearing, under oath mind you, that he is the living incarnation of the "triple king burger." For those of you keeping score, that's 3 1/2 pound patties and three slices of cheese. Or maybe they're pound patties. Either way, yuck. But the plus side is, they'll hang your picture on the wall so everyone can see just how hideously obese you once were.
Now, if only he could figure out how to get Daft Punk on the jukebox, he'd have another #1.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Once again, my drivel has somehow found it's way onto Passion of the Weiss. God he makes me feel special. Like new implants or a robotic dog.
Anyway, I hate viral video and I talk about it there. Go give it a read! And have one of those amazing days that only infants have. Let someone push you around on a stroller. Spill on yourself. Shit your pants. Then cry.
After a good burp and a nap, you'll be ready for Wednesday.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Restaurant: Las Papas and Beer (potatoes and beer, best name ever)
Location: 7015 Melrose Ave. Los Angeles, CA 90038
Phone: (323) 932-9768
Home of the best taquitos de camarones (shrimp taquitos) this side of the Great Wall of America, this simple yet affordable Tex-Mex restaurant delivers nothing but top notch food at a reasonable price. This is easily the best Tex-Mex I've had in L.A., surpassing my favorite go-to spot, El Coyote. In El Coyote's defense, they do have a liquor license, so you can get a fantastic margarita there, but the food at Papas beats it hands down.
And who needs margaritas when you can get flvored blended wine based drinks and 4 dollar 32 oz. beers? Booze aside, the food at Papas is the best in town, and you'll never wait for a table. A group of friends and I have gone there over 20 times in the past 4 months, and we try not to order the same thing twice. And guess what? They continue to impress me with every dish they serve (and the complimentary chips and bean dip doesn't hurt either). Their tortilla soup? Traditional and fantastic. Their tacos? It's like finding god. Their corn cake? Your corn cake! Get some!
They also boast 4 huge tvs (both inside and on the patio) that are always tuned-in to sports, sports center, or the likes there of. It's the perfect place to post up and watch a game. You can sit all day and get hammered for less than 20 bucks.
All in all, it's an affordable place, great for families, dates, family dates, and worth every peso. Total cost for a meal for 4 (with appetizers and drinks)...75 bucks. That includes tip! I mean, this place is a steal.
The Future of Papas?:
Papas and Beer is never as crowded as I want it to be. So if you go, and you like it, tell your friends. That's the only way we'll be able to keep these guys in business. Hell, invite this humble author, he'd go. Or look for him there. Chances are if it's a Sunday afternoon, he'll be drinking beers enjoying the best Tex-Mex in town.
Live from your esophagus, this is Scott Towler, reporting.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
As I get ready for a weekend of Dodgers / Cardinals, I thought the world might enjoy a fantastically funky and amazing video from the 70s. Give Lou Rawls your praise, then go back and watch the South Park episode "Ladder to Heaven." I think you'll find they're quite similar.
Enjoy the holiday weekend, fans!
Friday, May 09, 2008
This year's series will no doubt be a match up of the St. Louis Cardinals and the Boston Red Sox. In light of that, my friend Rob thought it prudent to create a fan-tacular special product, available to everyone in the universe: me as a bobblehead!
Now, I know this is a lot of fun, but this isn't even the half of it. If you visit XM Baseball you can make your own as well!
Now, let's just hope the Cards don't go 4 and out like the did against the Sox last time they faced 'em.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Saturday, May 03, 2008
I hate when people say 'at first glance' when they're talking about a record. Then again, I guess I've never heard anyone say that before, so good on ya people! You're saving me precious energy and wit.
Death Cab For Cutie returns in 2008 with their 8th full length studio effort, the latest since Plans, which opened the band up to the largest audience they've ever had. Well, that and Seth Cohen. What his character, and, in turn, The O.C. (and creator Josh Schwartz) did for the band may not be possible to quantify, but the proof is irrefutably there.
It almost makes me wonder if they were working hand-in-hand, and now Adam Brody is tasting the profits. In any event though, this record is pretty good for 2 simple reasons. First and foremost, it doesn't try and recreate Plans, or come off as a shoddier version of the record. I can't stand when bands put out b-sides and outtakes as if they were to take the place of a new album. Not to say the music is without merit, but it becomes clear within 2 or 3 songs if you're listening to a Yankee Hotel Foxtrot alternate versus something from A Ghost is Born. You get what I mean. Broken Social Scene's You Forgot it in People versus Feel Good Lost. That being said, this record is kind of a return for DCFC. It plays to me a lot like their first couple of albums before they really hit that signature sound they found on Transatlanticism.
The second reason I like this record is more of a general note than anything. Death Cab is basically at the top of the heap of the 'mainstream indie' scene. The band you expect to be headlining one of these obnoxious summer event. While this may not be their best record to date, I'm much happier knowing that people with less of an in depth musical knowledge are gravitating towards this sound. People think that music has died recently, but I think it's finally getting it's legs again. I anticipate 2008 to be chock full of fantastic releases from some of our favorite artists.
Finally, for the Death Cab haters out there, what can I say. If you don't like their other stuff, you won't like this. In my opinion, Plans is still their greatest (and most complete record). It shines as an archetype of what Death Cab is in their finest moments.
Friday, April 25, 2008
It's friday, you ain't got a job, and you ain't got shit to do! Head over to Passion of the Weiss and read my take on the political system in America.
What do the Wiggles have to do with Politics? Well, I guess you won't know til you read!
have a great weekend.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
I picked up the AP feed on this story, because I think I finally have something to say. Give the old girl a read, then we'll discuss.
by Edwin Chen
April 24 (Bloomberg) -- John McCain toured a New Orleans neighborhood still reeling from Hurricane Katrina and issued a new and scathing critique of the ``terrible and disgraceful'' failure of the Bush administration's response to the disaster.
McCain, the presumptive Republican presidential nominee, said that had he been president he would have immediately visited the area after the storm hit in August 2005. While he's been critical of the administration's Katrina response before, the Arizona senator's remarks today were some of the sharpest he's used.
``Never again will a disaster of this nature be handled in this terrible and disgraceful manner,'' McCain said after a walking tour of the Lower Ninth Ward, a predominantly black neighborhood that was devastated by Katrina. ``History will judge this president,'' he said. ``This was an unacceptable scenario.'
The New Orleans stop was part of McCain's outreach to voters in economically struggling regions of the country and to black voters who historically have voted overwhelmingly for Democratic presidential candidates. He also has been seeking to show how he would be different from fellow Republican Bush, whose approval ratings are at all-time lows for a president.
McCain also blamed the spending habits of Congress, one of his signature campaign issues, for part of the devastation suffered in New Orleans.
``I would also place some of those responsibilities on the Congress, which funded pork barrel projects that were not only not needed but certainly not as important as some of the projects that were needed here,'' he said.
The hurricane is blamed for more than 1,100 deaths, most of them in New Orleans. Thousands of the city's residents were left homeless by flooding. For days, people seeking refuge at the Super Dome were largely left to their own devices there, without adequate food or water or sanitation.
``All I can say is, it will never, ever happen again,'' McCain said after his walk, accompanied by Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal, a Republican.
Done? Read it? Good. Let's talk.
So McCain doesn't think Bush got the job done, eh? Well here's a little newsflash for you, McCain: you've got a little bit of power yourself. If Bush didn't get the job done, and you've got something to say about it, you had better be willing to lend a hand and fix it, as opposed to just 'touring' New Orleans.
But this is typical, isn't it? In a country that can't stand Bush anymore, even his own party calls him out, in a pathetic attempt to get more people on his side. And you know what? Good for him. He's got the political game down.
But Katrina isn't a word game. It requires action. And if you're going to go to all the effort to go down there, do a press tour, and all that crap, you had better be ready to act on those words. Cause enough people have already shown up and said, "yup, something needs to be done." We know that. Hell, America thinks the problem is already solved because it's been 3 years and we don't hear a word about it til someone needs more points from their superdelegates to win an election.
It's the same theory I apply to the news: you never hear about killer bees until it's a slow news day. So apparently McCain has nothing to say about Iraq today, so he wants to refresh everyone's memory about Katrina, while at the same time hammering home the fact that Bush dropped the ball.
Well, all I can really say is, bravo- we've got our next president. Ignorance sure is bliss, ain't it?
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
My pals over at Inside the Edge have entered into a contest that could win them a show on 97.1 FM!
Visit the 97.1 contest site for all the details, and to listen/vote for their first 'mini episode' (plus you'll get to hear little old me chime in!)
97.1's official contest site
Once there, scroll down to listen to the episode. You can star it just like a youtube video, and after that, you can vote for it in the middle column at the top.
Keep tuning in for future mini-sodes and vote Inside the Edge to greatness!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Earlier today, I read an article from the Associated Press that left me a bit miffed. Apparently, Oasis is still talking, even though they haven't put out a new record in quite some time. 2006 to be exact. Yet somehow, these windbags still have something to say. I'll let you be the judge, but suffice it to say they ain't too happy with Jay-Z.
British music festival is criticized for inviting Jay-Z
Tue Apr 15, 2:29 PM ET
Organizers of one of Britain's best-known music festivals on Tuesday defended their decision to book Jay-Z as their headline act after Oasis songwriter Noel Gallagher blamed the U.S. rapper for disappointing ticket sales.
The outdoor Glastonbury festival is a cornerstone of Britain's music calendar. But this year's festival has yet to sell out, in contrast to past years when tickets were snapped up within hours.
Gallagher, whose band headlined the festival in 1995 and 2004, said rap was to blame.
"If it ain't broke, don't fix it," Gallagher said in an interview, an audio of which was posted to the British Broadcasting Corp.'s Web site Monday. "If you break it, people ain't gonna go. I'm sorry, but Jay-Z? ... No chance." He explained that the inclusion of a hip-hop act went against the festival's tradition of guitar music, adding: "I'm not having hip-hop at Glastonbury. No way. No. It's wrong."
Glastonbury Festival co-organizer Emily Eavis said the 38-year-old festival had a long history of attracting rap acts, including Cypress Hill and The Roots. She said the media stir over Gallagher's comments revealed an "innate conservatism" in some sectors of British society.
"There is also an interesting undercurrent in the suggestion that a black, U.S. hip-hop artist shouldn't be playing in front of what many perceive to be a white, middle-class audience. I'm not sure what to call it, at least not in public, but this is something that causes me some disquiet," she said in an article published Tuesday in The Independent newspaper.
Eavis said she thought Jay-Z was "absolutely the right act" for the festival.
On the Net:
Whatchu talkin bout Oasis?
My thoughts? I'm glad you asked. Oasis needs to shut their faces and put out a new album that shatters every record in it's path. It needs to go quadruple platinum, and the single has to be one of the greatest songs every written, or at least the one most-widely-listened to. Something along the lines of Happy Birthday or, Oops I did it again. Either that, or this 'Gallagher' fellow needs to return to what he knows best: smashing watermelons with a sledgehammer.
I can't stand when people run their mouths just for press, but I'm doing the same thing here, so I guess I can't really complain. But to me, if I was British, I think I'd say something like, PLEASE QUIT SPEAKING ON MY BEHALF. After all, the U.K. has brought us some fantastic hip hop acts like The Streets and The Herbaliser. Now, I'm not so much a 'streets' fan, but then again, you don't hear Prodigy saying how much they hate the Spice Girls reunion tour either.
Just some things to ponder on this, the day of our bored.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
No, not baseball players, I mean the boys of summer the Don Henley song. And I know what you're thinking...you're thinking, but what about that poster there, the one that came from some 8 year old kid's room in Watts (the kind that looks like it could be a biggie and tupac spray painted tee shirt...or one of those boxing tee shirts where mayweather beats whatever whitey's name was.)
Short long of all this...? Quite simple actually. It's summer, and your cable provider has been giving you a week of free MLB Extra Innings programming. It wraps up after today, so if you haven't already, visit your dvr and ask it for baseball. It should comply, as robots do what we say...most of the time.
I'm on a half day today, and working tomorrow, so I'll be brief. Yep. Enjoy this photo as if I were a star.
Now, I wasn't aware of this sexytown, or that I'd even run for Mayor, but apparently I won. Go me.
Go me yourself. Happy weekend!
Monday, March 31, 2008
115,000 people can't be wrong...
This weekend I took in the Dodgers/Red Sox game at the Coliseum down at the Unviersity of Southern California. While I had heard USC's Coliseum was basically one giant party, I had no idea what they meant.
Luckily it was a bit tamer than a giant frat party. There were more families, everyone was maybe a little bit more sober than a group of college drunks. Anyway, I had three issues with that place that will hopefully make it run a bit smoother next time.
50 bucks to park?
Fark that noise. I'll pay fifty dollars to park when it's my own driveway and my kid has been out shoveling show off it all day. Even then, I'd tell him he should go out and get a job if he wants fifty bucks. What does a 10 year old need with fifty bucks anyway? Is my child a drug addict? Where's this supposed 'wife' I have, and why did she help me procreate a drug addict child?
These are just some of the questions that come to mind when I see a sign that says "Cheap Parking here- $50!" Yeah, right. What got me was all the hood rats standing in their yards saying, park in my yard- 10 bucks. Yeah, so my car can get stripped and sold for spare parts while I half enjoy wading through 100 thousand people? No thanks.
Could I get a tinier beer?
I'm not sure how they get away with charging 10 dollars a beer ANYWHERE, unless it's in Germany and you get one of those Giant boots. That could be worth it. But 10 bucks for a 14 oz cup of flat MGD? Who the funk n' wagnalls do they think they're fooling? Mind you, I did have a few beers, but it became very clear very quickly that I wasn't going to get drunk at this game. And it made me sad.
No cash, no service
Since when does everywhere in the world not take credit? They were like, "no credit, but we have ATMs all over the stadium." Really? Then why not put a credit card machine in the fucking food area? Couldn't hurt. Unless you don't want a paper trail...maybe the Coliseum is just a drug ring. And maybe all the guys that work the parking lots are the drug lords that were put out of work by an off season sporting event in their fine neighborhood.
Either way, I had fun. And I know you wish you were there. But you weren't. SUCKERS!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Well...it happened. So long cell phone, so long Missouri area code. Although, I guess on the plus side, now when Ja Rule says he's got ho's in different area codes, I finally get what he means. He means that people should hold onto their phone numbers even when they move far far away from that area that prompted the area code.
So I say goodbye to the old 636 and hello to the 323. Los Angeles, I'm yours.
As for you St. Louis...we had a good run, but it's time to say goodbye. Take it, Charlie Brown...
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
What a response I've gotten to this whole Paste magazine debacle. Aside from hearing back from their editor again, I've also stumbled upon another battle waged against Paste Magazine through my buddy Sean Russell. Read it by clicking here.
The through line of it revolves around them not wanting to publish the advertisement I pasted above (get it, Paste, I pasted). What did Matador records have to say exactly?
"[W]e'd like to offer a shout-out (ie. "fuck you") to the cowards and thought-cops at the Ad Dept at Paste Magazine who have deemed our proposed advertisement for 'Face The Truth' to be beyond the bounds of "good taste." God forbid that anything might challenge the sensibilities of Paste's Yep Roc-loving, Starbucks-guzzling, Wes Anderson-worshipping readership. Seriously, if there's anything we or SM have done that is a poor fit with Paste's Ad Dept's narrow worldview, that is the highest compliment we've been paid since the last time Spin refused to run one of our ads."
wow. Paste...what's the deal?
Anyway, thought you all might enjoy this one! Have a wonderful day!
Today, my lovely words grace another page over at Passion of the Weiss. That's why I included that nifty picture of a passion fruit. See how deep I am?
Anyway, give it a read by clicking the link above, or find Passion in your own life by looking in the link list to the right.
Monday, March 17, 2008
In this month's paste magazine, a silly review about the band moe. was written that got me going. The column, 'Dischord,' runs almost every month. Maybe's it does run every month. I'm not sure. I don't subscribe to the magazine, but I read it from time to time (most notably when my roommate gives me a copy he is done with). Anyway, in this section they launched a debate about moe's newest studio record Sticks and Stones (shown below) which really got me mad. Essentially, two critics write 200 word peices about the album. Maybe 20 people do. Then they pick 2 of them: 1 nice, and 1 not so nice, and run them side by side in the magazine.
In my tenure as a musician and music listener, I have never seen a more ridiculously written piece in my life. To be honest, it was so bad, I had to write to the editors of the magazine themselves to fully vent my frustration:
From: me (duh, ya jerk offs)
Subject: Issue #40, March 08
"In response to Dischord: 1 album, 2 opinions : moe. - Sticks and Stones by Kate Kiefer
I'm not sure who you let write 'No Mo' moe.' but they seem too ignorant to be a writer. Then again, I know how pompous most music writers are to begin with, so maybe this is an exercise in futility. But it's like they're the same as acting coaches: they couldn't act themselves, so they take time telling people what good acting is. In this case though, it's some failed musician who insists that moe. sucks because they can't be in the band themselves.
PASTE- you're a magazine. It's your job to hire writer's that aren't complete buffoons; ones that actually know how to write, not just bitch. Sure, maybe moe.'s lyrics aren't Shakespeare, and maybe they spell their name all funny lookin' (creating an editor's nightmare I'm sure), but you've got to give them better coverage than some intern/assistant's opinion about jam bands and how much they hate that their Microsoft word program always capitalizes the next letter after 'moe.'
I guess I'm just peeved cause this magazine always seems to present level-headed reviews (whether good or bad) of almost every artist under the sun. Why you let this blurb pass as 'acceptable' writing blows my mind. I encourage you to find one bit of writing Kate Kiefer has done that's better than this. Please. For me. For humanity. Cause the fact that she's made it as a writer and I haven't really makes me feel like this life is complete bull shit."
I closed with my name, so don't think I'm a total prick. Anyway, lo and behold, this afternoon I got an email back! And not just from anyone, but Kate herself! Read on while I sip this cognac...
The purpose of the Dischord is to show two very different opinions--it's the part of the reviews section where we actually ask our writers to go a little over the top, and it probably wouldn't be very entertaining if one writer didn't love the record and the other didn't hate it. Jeff Leven certainly made some good points about moe.'s strengths. But I've listened to moe.'s studio recordings, and I've seen them perform live (they even played Paste's SXSW showcase last year), and I stand by my opinion that the band's name is ridiculous, its lyrics are cliched and trite, and its music is better live.
I'm sorry that the fact that I've made it as a writer makes you feel like this life is complete bullshit. That's very sad--for both of us. But I assign and edit the reviews section, so I'm going to take the part about the usually level-headed reviews of almost every artist under the sun as a compliment.
moe. is lucky to have a passionate fan like you.
Thanks for reading,
Anyway, I thought that was pretty bold of her. Good show. What I don't like, however, is that somehow this letter got into her hands, along with my email address. Now I understand if she's the editor in chief of this magazine. And if she is, bravo. But then are we to consider that this magazine is such a two bit operation that the EIC is reading letters to the editor? Or did someone simply pass this along to her, knowing she's as bull headed as I was, so that she'd write back? If that's the case, then what magazine allows their readers to pass along my info to someone so that they can then fire back/hunt me down and kill me?
So I implore you, Kate, please consider it a simple letter to the editor and don't come to my house and kill me! I mean, you can come over if you want, but it's not going to be all apples and merry-go-rounds. Cause while I may like apples, I get motion sickness.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
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Then you can come back and shower me with praisens. Mmm...praise raisins...
Thursday, February 14, 2008
This is how I've been spending the past month of my life. Yes, it's glamorous. Yes, there's tons of parties and naked women everywhere. Yes, I'm lying through my teeth. Anyway, this show has consumed so much of my time in the past few weeks that I've sort of been neglecting this blog. And instead of leaving you all wondering what happened, I figured I'd just come clean and let you know that I spend each and every day with 'the lost boys.' Proud? Nope. Working? You bet your sweet virgin ass.
Anyway, the strike ended yesterday (hazaa!), so I'll be joining the ranks of a scripted show here within a few weeks. In the meantime, keep yours eyes out for Balls A. Mcgee (in the links to the right), and look out for another guest post on Passion of the Weiss this friday.
Hope everyone has a marvelous Valentine's Day! Tell your parents I love them.
Yeah, you read that right.
Oh, and not that you should, but the season 2 premiere of The 2 Corey's is on March 18th, on A&E @ 10 pm. If you pause your tivo, you'll see my name in the credits! It's the really tiny one at the end of the list.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Sometimes in life you get presented with a unique situation and little that can be done about it. In those times, we tend to regress to a primal level, putting things like survival first. Through human evolution that has translated to simply cutting back on the frills. To go without. But what about those times when the object at hand is a extravagance to begin with? What then? This weekend I encountered such a situation amongst a couple of friends and it got me thinking...
I was watching sports. Football I think. Hot dogs were made (they are, after all, the food of the gods), and we were doling out the condiments we had left amongst the people in the room. Perhaps I should backtrack a bit and explain the gravity of what was just said. I'm pretty poor. Oh I get by, but most of the time luxuries aren't things I enjoy. Condiments just happen fall under that category in my mind. I had been known in my poorest days to buy 2 eight-packs of Oscar-Meyer wieners for 4 bucks (yeah Ralph's) and eat them- forgoing any condiments (or buns). This was also around the same time that my roommate dubbed me 'hot dogs,' though I still can't piece together why. Anyway, it goes without saying that to this day most of the condiments I keep in the house are in packet form probably left over from some Dodger game or Taco Bell experience.
We've got quite a collection going today, though it's scant in variety. Suffice it to say, when hot dog time rolls around, those little packets are a hot commodity, which lead us to create the first ever condiment draft.
There were a few easy picks of course. I'm not gonna just throw Taco Bell Fire sauce on a hot dog and call it a day. But then, doesn't it always seem like these restaurants design packets that are only compatible with their foods? That always leaves me unsettled. But in that moment, it vastly limited my range of selection. Del Scorcho sauce? No. Damn it. Think. There was a bevvy of ketchup, that I knew. There always is. I could let that wait. It was all irrelevant though, as I had the third choice in the draft anyway(I had traded my first round pick a week earlier in a toppings draft at the local Ben and Jerry's). By the time they got to me (and we got through the tedious acceptance speeches by the condiments), I had only two options left: mustard and mayo.
Philip Mustard kicks it in cricket
Now, I'm not a mustard eater. Never have been, never will be. Unless it's that delicious seedy mustard you find on swanky sandwiches, but as you can imagine I don't come across much of that (you remember...condiments, luxury, etc. good, we're back). But yellow mustard I simply won't touch. It all stems from an event in my childhood of which I can't remember. All I know is that there was a mustard covered hot dog involved, I had to eat it, it was the worst birthday ever for my friend Glenn, and now I don't eat mustard. Plus, I watched so much Sesame Street and Electric Company growing up. They used to take tours of places, such as a mustard factory, and that always grossed me out. All those gallons of mustard...if there's a hell, mine would surely be there.
So mayonnaise it was. Ultimately I decided to red-shirt the mayonnaise for the upcoming sandwich draft, but at least I didn't get stuck with lady mustard. By the time the draft got back to me again, it was nothing but relish and ketchup. I knew my neighbor had a jar of pickles I could secure, so relish could be kicked to the curb. Better luck next year kid. And yes, I'm aware that pickles and relish aren't the same thing, but it's close enough. What I really wanted was banana peppers, and there weren't any in sight. Apparently Steak 'N Shake has a strangle-hold on the market. Along with De Beers, they price fix the market with the best of 'em. Go figure, right? In the moment though, I knew what I faced. Ketchup and only ketchup. Another boring hot dog.
But that was fine with me. That's all I really eat on hot dogs anyway, I just wanted to be sure I scouted ahead for the sandwich draft. I had learned too many lessons the week before to let a condiment draft pass me by and not get on the horse. Speaking of- did you know there was a Preakness winner named Tabasco Cat? Me neither. Turns out, he's not made of spicy seasoning at all, he's all horse. Here he is, balling out with some humans:
Yeah, see? He isn't a spicy condiment at all, he's a horse. Dismal our world is when you ask for tabasco and get a thuroughbred.