Yeah Boy! The Kooks are releasing a new album, Konk, on April 15th. If you’re not already a fan, run out and get their debut, Inside In/Inside Out. They’re a terrific band, my favorite new music by far in recent years. While they’re super young you can hear the influences of the Police, the Beatles, and the Clash, just to name a few. I was lucky enough to see them in Nov. ‘06, at a secret show they played at Safari Sam’s; while it’s rare, they were as good in person, if not better, than their recordings.
And now they’re back (from outer space) to tour North America.
Thanks to Robin Jones for posting this over on his blog. Boy oh boy. Gary Busey is like that guy no one invited to the party, but he’s older and sort of intimidating, and who wants to tell a guy like that they’re not welcome?
“I love your coat. You’re such a brave woman.” – Tiffany
Last night, as we all know, was the 80th broadcast of the Oscars. Oh Oscar! Oh Boredom! Has this show ever been good, really? As though the awards aren’t self-congratulatory enough every year, this year’s was even more solipsistic than usual. Boy oh boy, an Oscar tribute to the Oscars. Jon Stewart was a let down, and it seemed as though the writers never returned.
I was “lucky” enough to go to a black tie viewing party hosted by APLA at The Abbey. Talk about LA. Pretty men in pretty suits being served by even prettier boys. Ah, to be an A-Gay in LA; even life is pretty, especially when you wear Dior sunglasses at night. You couldn’t hear the TV’s over the dinner – though watching back on Tivo I didn’t miss much.
The highlights of the evening, show-wise, for me, were Kristin Chenoweth’s performance and Daniel Day Lewis‘ win (I did wonder if he’s working on a project playing Oscar Wilde). The highlight of the evening party-wise, Tiffany sitting at my table.
I look a bit like a deer in headlights, Tiffany’s used to being photographed. I wish you could see the color of her dress – it was 80’s horror blue, so was her eyeshadow, but she was super sweet.
Not to be hyperbolic, but this is the best music video ever made. Sorry Spike Jonze. Made by Tom Rubnitz, the genius behind Pickle Surprise, this is has to be the most 80’s video ever; it’s also the most over the top and filled with sexual entendre. No wonder I’m in love with it. Plus it’s John Sex, of Warhol Superstardom fame.
And now, with no further ado, please put your mitts together for… Hustle With My Muscle
This is the kind of thing that makes me glad I started a blog, hell it’s the whole reason for having a blog. Dale Ernhardt Jr. has launched a candy bar, your basic chocolate and caramel thing, but what makes the bar super special is the name, The Big Mo! How fucking great is that??
Is Ernhardt so completely middle American and oblivious that he has no idea what a Big Mo is? Apparently it’s short for Mooresville TN, from whence he come, but the fact remains no one in his entourage knows the meaning either. In fact, and this is pretty great, his hangers on call themselves, “the Dirty Mo Posse.” That is so gay and nasty. It’s as bad as if Ella Fitzgerald had had a crunchy-nut candy bar called Scat Queen.
Alright, so not to be trashy, and blog about who sang what on American Idol’s first lack luster “boy’s night,” but I feel compelled to weigh in. The show was blah. As per the norm I moved through 2 hours in about 40 minutes, zipping through boring performances and commercials. Then super pretty Jason Castro came on. What mix is he? Great genes, and he looks great in jeans (thanks for all the shots of his ass, Fox). But wait, hold the phone, how freaking hot is Michael Johns? With his sexy emo-boy scarf? Damn.
I can’t believe what a teen girl I can be sometimes.
Still home, still sick. Now I’ve managed to lose my voice, which those who know me might consider a lovely change of pace, but… it’s a real pain in the ass. Since I haven’t been anywhere, I don’t have a hell of a lot to say. It’s been a while since I’ve done a “how I’m wasting time on the interweb” piece, so here:
PassiveAggressiveNotes.com is funny as hell. People submit crazy notes left by coworkers and roommates, and then the interweb rips ‘em a new one. Good stuff.
Quick piece of good news, SNL should be back on February 23rd. Hooray. They have a lot to catch up on, and as always, I can’t wait to see Poehler doing Paula.
Going a bit stir crazy now. Feeling somewhat better due to upping the cold meds, but going to lunch with my little brother at Snug Harbor – yes I left the house – really took it out of me. My big activity for this evening, make a monster.
Yeah Boy! The Kooks are releasing a new album, Konk, on April 15th. If you’re not already a fan, run out and get their debut, Inside In/Inside Out. They’re a terrific band, my favorite new music by far in recent years. While they’re super young you can hear the influences of the Police, the Beatles, and the Clash, just to name a few. I was lucky enough to see them in Nov. ‘06, at a secret show they played at Safari Sam’s; while it’s rare, they were as good in person, if not better, than their recordings.
“I love your coat. You’re such a brave woman.” – Tiffany
This is the kind of thing that makes me glad I started a blog, hell it’s the whole reason for having a blog. Dale Ernhardt Jr. has launched a candy bar, your basic chocolate and caramel thing, but what makes the bar super special is the name, 
Alright, so not to be trashy, and blog about who sang what on 
