SUMMER SHOW

You can listen to Knee Deep Snow saturday morning's from 8-10 at WBAR (also, wburn in the condensed fun section).

Will it be good enough to get you up on summer saturday? Will it become New Ground #2 with the part of Chris Douridas played affectionately by yours truly? We'll have to see. I'd say if you hear me starting to do mic breaks in a British accent you should worry.

WOW.

To make the competition for coolness between Andrew Kendall and me even stiffer he has posted some of his favorite pictures on a page of his website. The one of the lead singer of My Chemical Romance (what's his name?) seriously made me stop breathing. Click here to admire.

And to think when he was my age, he was already lecturing and starting this insanely good portfolio...

ps. I am obviously losing the competition for coolness. (hands down.)

NOTE TO SELF

Watching a marathon of Law & Order: SVU alone will freak you out. No matter how intriguing, rethink next time.

Or at least do it with someone else.

Other note - I love you, New Zealand!
(click to enlarge)

DEAR MR. EUGENIDES

your book is some crazy shit.

love, adrienne

WORK

I worked from 7:30 to 5:00 today with an hour break. boo.

We got a ton of submissions. I spent the whole 5 hours working, which is something I haven't done in about a month and a half. I even logged an orchestra with 20 people! But instead of really paying attention, I spent the orchestra logging time feeling sorry for the conductor, Benjamin Ickies, who must have been made fun of as a child.


Oh and as if I didn't already waste enough of my free time, I joined myspace not too long ago. So here's to another few days locked inside my single!

ps. I still think this is one of the funniest things ever.

CHILLS-Y

Not too long ago I was talking about things that are deliciously creepy. I stumbled across another one today while I was looking up some lyrics - Lovedrug's Blackout. Very creepy. You can hear it here. It's pretty good considering it talks about "getting off" by "punching skulls."

Also, check out one of the members amazing online journal entries here. It's not so much a written journal as it is an amazing burst of creativity.

This is my favorite:

DAMN YOU, ROCK AND ROLL!

I was going to stay past my usual 3pm at work today because, well, I really don't have anything else to do, but decided against it after I nearly went blind logging submissions for 3 hours. I can't really blame the bands that are sending in their applications now because they're not due until the 13th - so it's not really waiting until the last minute yet. But honestly, I think we've gotten at least an extra hundred or so since Monday, which is seriously ridiculous. What will I do with my 5 hours on friday?! Surely I will lose both my sight and my hearing or something just as wild.

Also, some may hear through the event grapevine or whathaveyou of bands that are already scheduled to play CMJ in september. My boss probably knows all about this, but unfortunately, I really know nothing. I just make sure that all the nice bands that aren't too good for sending in actual applications get into the system and make for some nice pickin' so that the marathon will be all ripe with talent and things. (Oh, look how eloquent I am!)

Anyway, if you have myspace, you can friend CMJ and - upon the acceptance of said friendship - you will be more in-the-know than I am despite my presence in the office 2 days a week! How exciting! So, yes. Go do that.

FRIENDSHIP PRIORITY

the defamer is my friend. It's Tom Cruise I'm going to have to rethink.

WEATHER APPROPRIATENESS

it's been disgusting the past couple of days. time to lift the mood! or at least feed the depression.

for the rainy day with occasionally sunny breaks

Lovedrug - Pretend You're Alive -> an excellent and completely underrated album

for the rainy day wallower

Ryan Adams - Love is Hell
honorable mentions: Coldplay's Parachutes and Snow Patrol's Final Straw

for the crisp rainy days (best for walking in the crisp air)

Ryan Adams & The Cardinals - Cold Roses

for the light drizzle (sun optional)

Doves - Some Cities

for those who say screw the rain and go outside

Gang of Four - Entertainment!

for rainy day chores (or splashing in the rain)

Sondre Lerche - Faces Down

and finally:
for naps (add rain and depression at your own risk)

Kings of Convenience - Quiet Is The New Loud

So there you have it. Rainy Day playlist for your pleasure. Of course, by your pleasure, I mean my pleasure, since I am the only one that really pays attention to this. Touchy weather like rain requires very specific songs for very specific moods...but these songs will work. Trust me.

MAYBE IT WILL GROW ON ME

Currently Playing Get Behind Me Satan By White Stripes see related

eh.

anyway. other than the leak I saw star wars friday while surrounded by 13 year olds and some old people. It was the best of the 3 by far. I was discussing tragic plot flaws with my friend on the subway back up when we realized that we sounded like a bunch of dorks. but we didn't care. it's a good conversation piece, that movie. other features include lots of fighting, hotness (of hayden of course), painful dialogue and yoda being terribly confusing. or should i say, of yoda confusing typical is it to be. go see it. just please resist paying 10.75 like the ridiculous prices here. I almost had some medical problem that people have when they are surprised.
wow, I've lost all inspiration to verbalize anything. maybe i'll get back to you soon when I'm not a complete failure at communication.

ps. After a deep discussion, Marla and I concluded that Star Trek is indeed geekier than star wars. At least Star Wars fans don't put on tons of make-up to change their forehead and ears and then speak a different language.
pps. is it bad that I would take lord of the rings over either of them any day? I'm sad those movies are over.

BANANAS ARE NOT SHIT AND VICE VERSA

Today my mom came into the city (she's been here for a couple of days now) and we headed down to catch my friend Katie and her mom at a photoshoot in washington square park. My mom told me that the photoshoot was a fashion spread for Teen People, and since Katie's mom is a photographer, I really didn't think anything of it. Well, I get there and who's posing in the grass with a dog, but Naima! Yes, you heard it right, Naima. (From America's Next Top Model. She won.)

She looks basically the same, except instead of millions of tiny waves, she's actually composed of flesh and bones. Very nice. She was surprisingly agreeable considering the amount of fans and homeless people that were screaming and talking about her as if she couldn't hear them. The photos turned out pretty well considering there were 5630323823049 people around the camera. So if you read Teen People, which I doubt you do, you can catch it sometime (this year (probably)).

Then again, maybe you do read Teen People. As I was told by an intoxicated british man today in the park, "Teen People? ... I'm of interest to teenagers; I don't think you want to know why." yeah, I don't know. This man was pretty creepy. He kept relating any part of the conversation back to the subject of drug dealers, but somehow I didn't feel freaked out as he walked away with his suspect bottle of gatorade. I think it was the accent. Yes...he would have been much creepier if it weren't for the accent.

He reminded me a lot of those people that are so creepy that they're awesome. I'm not the only one that has these people right? You know, the people that are so towards one extreme that they stop being so extremely startling and start being startingly awesome? I encountered my first real awesome extreme person this year when meeting one of my friend's friends from back home. We were sitting around hanging out and he would only stare at things, make this sleezy smile and say hello in the most molester of ways, but there was something so awesome about it that I couldn't get enough of him. With enough exposure to him, I've learned he's not dangerous at all - but he's still amazing in an incredibly creepy way. His existence is genius.
Another genius existence? Gwen Stefani's "Holla Back Girl." Everytime I hear it my skin crawls and I start smiling at the same time. Normally I would hate songs like it, but there's something so undeniably awesome about it that I can't help but enjoy (and hate) every moment of it.

WE ARE MANDO DIAO AND WE WROTE THIS SONG FOR OURSELVES

The coolest of the many crappy pictures I took from the back.

Yesterday was my first trip of the month to the Bowery. The bill: Surefire/the Sights/Mando Diao. I bought the tickets mainly in support of Surefire because it was so awfully nice of them to come do acoustic music singthings for my show during the year and because I wanted to see what they sounded like as a band. and on stage. Sadly, due to my living on 115th and a vice that I dare not admit, we landed at the Bowery approx. 60 seconds before Surefire left the stage. It looked like they rocked it out though. Wish I could have seen more, but oh well.

After the houselights came up I stood around with my friend not really expecting anything else. I hadn't heard anything from the Sights before, just some rumors that they were good. We stood around for a while between sets and I turned to my right... only to see a CMJ employee! Of course, during my time there I've talked to basically no one, my usual exchange being "hi" and "thanks." He was waiting for his friends, so my friend marla and I talked to him for a bit. His friends came and turns out one of them works at CMJ, too. Just so you can get an idea of what the office is like most of the time, here was the exchange between us:

cmj emp: oh, you intern with us?
me: yeah I do
cmj emp: I sit in the corner all the way in the back and don't talk to anyone!
me: yeah, I sit in the middle of everything and I don't talk to anyone either!

ha. I found it very funny at the time, but now I realize it's actually kind of sad. Wait, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, the sights. Well, they were good I guess. Just wasn't really in the mood for it. Basically all my exchange with CMJ emps. happened in the lower level during their set.

Moving on. My friend and I waited a crap load for Mando Diao. We, of course, had CMJ entertainment most of the time, but had to wait a full 15 minutes after the set up was done for the band to come on. My expectations for Mando Diao weren't high... or low. I've had Bring 'Em In on my computer for a while and met it with mixed feelings. Some songs I like, some songs annoy the hell out of me. But when they came on stage and started playing I realized I was clearly very wrong. Mando Diao is a band that's meant to be heard live. Translated on to record it's really just not as good. They have energy that I've never seen before - for a while my friend and I were kinda stunned by it - and then she said, "wow, they must do a lot of coke!"

I'm not sure if it's coke or if it's swedishness, but they were highly entertaining. The banter was hilarious, not because I actually understood it, but because it was so enthusiastic. After coming on stage one of the singers said something along the lines of "THIS IS HOW IT IS WE ARE MANDO DIAO THE NEXT SONG STARTS AFTER 1234 1234!!!!!" actually it was just like that. no pauses. no articulation. It was virtual swedishenglish amazingness and I loved it. After the whole thing was over I realized that I only understood about 0.3% of what was said on stage (including the lyrics), but it was a good show. They screamed a lot. It was very impressive that they could still sing after all that screaming. It was also very, very loud - even standing in the back (which might I add is a first for me). After it was all said and done though, I couldn't help feeling like I missed something... like there is some secret to the performance that makes it that much more enjoyable for the real fans. maybe it's really liking the music.....?

oh and james iha was there. haven't seen him in a while.

Later I decided that I would make a mantra for Mando Diao and that it would go something like this: "WE ARE MANDO DIAO AND EVEN THOUGH OUR GUITARS BREAK IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE WE SCREAM AND WE LOVE NOISE!!!!" But as I was saying it aloud to my friend I realized that as long as you scream it with enthusiasm, anything can be Mando Diao's mantra. As we walked to the Creperie, I thought about making it "WE ARE MANDO DIAO AND WE LOVE CREPES!!!!" and as long as I screamed it, it sounded about right.

so, yes, the concert ended and marla and I went to a godsend called the creperie. We had to wait a little and talk to some cool Ukrainian guys that kept getting Mando Diao confused with Manu Chao, but it was well worth it. Nutella and Banana crepes are the way to go. I didn't want to swallow the heaven that was every bite.... but somehow I managed to pull through and gain about 6 pounds in the process.

WOAH I MUST HAVE BEEN DEAD!

But I always have time to promote the good peoples:

A Certain Trigger By Maximo Park see related

(GO BUY THIS ON THE 31st. screw that... GO BUY THIS NOW. RIGHT NOW. really.)

MOVING DAY TIRED LEGS MAKES

Woah I way mega ultra exhausted. I'm all moved in though, which is good. This dorm is much better than the last. Picture of room soon. very tired. very tired. saw friends, very cool.

As you can see, I'm reverting to caveman talk. Must go. I have money work at 730 and cmj work at 12. then concert at 8. I'll take pictures. promise.

will help me (and you) sleep. sorry for the you send it, but i'm not all cool and host-y like.

CHRONIC BOREDOM

I've reached the height of unproductiveness. At least I hope I have. I went to money work for a bit this morning, finished my shift, came back here and - honestly- have no idea what I did. I took a nap, watched i <3 huckabees (I watched it yesterday too), worked out housing stuff. To give you an idea of how unproductive I've been I'll tell you one thing - watching TV has become a productive activity for me. It gets me out of this damn single room and into a damn empty hallway and lounge. That's not bad considering what I have been doing.

Now I know some people must be reading this and going, why isn't she outside? doing something interesting? To answer you, I have been doing a little reading (mostly during work), and it wasn't very nice outside today. Also, I wouldn't mind hanging around campus or lounging on the steps or whatever, but they're preparing for graduation, which means the campus is swarming with blue and white balloons, folding chairs, parents, and more importantly, parents that had no idea what new york was until their children came here. That's not my idea of a good lounging around. Add on top of that the fact that I have absolutley no money, and you get my current groggy state.

My mom's coming up from home as we speak to help me move in tomorrow. Hopefully that'll bring some excitement. I know for sure it'll bring my dogs, which is good, because I miss them a lot. Oddly enough the only thing that I miss the most about home other than family and pets are sofas. A good comfortable sofa is a rare find here. Who knew?

STOP MAKING ALARM CLOCKS, SATAN

currently on the other side of my wall there is a blaring alarm clock that has been... well, you guessed it, blaring for the last hour. now, this isn't just my complaint - the beeping is so loud you can hear it from any given position in the hallway. the guy that usually lives there went on a bonding trip with the other leaders of this orientation outdoor program and I don't know when he'll be back. But this is really annoying. I thought my alarm clock was loud and obnoxious after running for an hour if I didn't shut it off, but this alarm clock has been going steady since 10 and it doesn't sound any weaker.

Having learned all about anger management from movies like Happy Gilmore, I always try to find my happy place when something bothers me. I bought Maximo Park tickets last night and I couldn't be happier about it. I will go and I will dance like nothing else. I will shout and yell like nobody's business. I have no money, but I found some for those tickets. It's going to be awesome.

...You know, this happy place thing isn't really working out. There are still loud and intruding beeps every second. If it doesn't stop soon I'm going to have to start accomodating my life to it so it won't bother me. Like a robot alarm clock dance - every move I make will be in time with the beep. I'll be walking down the street and I will only allow my body to make movements that last exactly one second. It'll take me an hour to go buy lunch. Or not.

I'm seriously considering renting a sledgehammer and tearing a huge whole in the wall just so I can experience the sweet satisfaction of bashing that devil contraption into tiny, tiny little pieces.

DIFFERENT BUT THE SAME

First year of college is completely over. I mean really over. Like it ended yesterday over. Like white jeans over.

At 8am today my roommate and I were both asleep until the maintainance lady opened our door and started yelling at us. "YOU NEED TO WAKE UP THEY'RE COMING TO CLEAN THE ROOM YOU NEED TO BE OUT BY NINE." We were always informed that 12pm was the official kick out time. I guess we were wrong? I'm pretty sure she did that so we would be up and out early, and well, it worked. I moved out by 10:30. And by moved out I mean temporarily moved into the other much less cooler freshman dorm, John Jay. Moving my stuff into a single is mucho weird, and maybe it would have been cool to have one during the year, but honestly you couldn't beat my room. or the amazing view.

Goodbye room.

Goodbye most amazing view I will ever have ever in my life.

This picture will never do it justice. and see the empire state building there to the left? It's much closer than this picture will admit. Alas, these pictures are the only thing I have with which to remember my room.

blah blah. sad face, sadface. You probably know what I'm feeling. So I'll save you the space and let you fill in your own existential idea about how moving out reflects a person's soul or whatever else may be your cup of tea. I move again in a couple of days...

...SLOWLY...BACKING...AWAY

Now, I may not be an expert at these things - but I don't think this is the best thing to put in your EPK if you want to be picked...

it might scare interns like me.

short description:

"I DON'T DESCRIBE MY BAND TO PEOPLE IN ELEVATORS BECAUSE I'M NOT A FUCKING OFFICE BOY"

long description:

"Greg Pier began writing and recording songs in 1998 and released his first cumulative work as the Mandate of Heaven in 2000. The Mandate of Heaven played their first live show in spring of 2001, featuring THURSDAY keyboardist Andrew Everding on drums and Dave Kane on bass. A number of lineup changes occured over the next couple of years. Steve Cerio, famed illustrator and veteran of Matador recording artists RAILROAD JERK, joined the band in 2003. Gregg Johnson, Pier's former bandmate in the FLASHING ASTONISHERS, joined the band just recentley. The band has had some trouble being classified into one marketable genre. Not Nasty like Metal, Not Chunky like Chunkcore, not Screamy like Screamo, not Emy like Emo, not, you know, fuck it I hate writing this shit. It is so much easier to define something by saying what it isn't. It isn't like anything you have ever heard before.
Pier's stubborn DIY ethic has probably hindered the spread of the band's music outside of the Central New York area. A jaded, misanthropic worldview that comes through in the lyrics and music has also prevented the band from taking the first few steps up the ladder of corporate success. Basically, the only person that is going to be interested in this band is a person that is looking for good original music, rather than just another smiling bunch of employees to sell thousands of records to retarded fifteen year olds."

uh... okay, greg...

LOOK AT ME DOING THIS

Last night was a very interesting night. It was the last real night here for most of us, so we (naturally) we had a party. We had a crazy party. A sexy party, if you will.
Four of us went on a shopping expedition around 9:15 and we came back with more than we could carry. What did we buy? Well, let's just put it this way - we had enough to fill 2 sinks and 3 garbage cans - actually come to think of it, we had more. It was a lot.
It was probably the most "college" we've been since we've gotten here. Fun was had; tunes were played. A bit into it a few of my friends starting freestyling. The result? Things like: "I just made an ABBA rhyme/ and we're running out of time" and "I pass my class / like I pass gas / out of my ass"

I missed most of the party after I went to sleep (lame, you say? trust me. I needed to sleep) - but I understand it got more interesting. Something like an expedition to the ledge of a building?

My friends are cool. I'm going to miss them.

Went to work today where there was not much for me to do. I like it there, but on slow days I'm just bored out of my mind. I did find something cool today. Their name? p:ano. They're from Canada. I'm beginning to think all the good ones are. They remind me a little bit of the Arcade Fire, but only because it's the same kind of quirky pop-ish stuff.

After leaving a bit early, I rode the subway back with my trusty ipod and put on a special playlist. I had to repress the overwhelming urge to break out in song and dance. (I'm not joking.)

I DON'T SWEAT; I RAIN

I'm Done! I'm completely done. I still have some stuff to turn in, but that stuff (wait for it..)... is done! yeah! Now you can call me giddy, but instead of partying I feel the need to watch the best movie ever created in the history of everything. ever.

For those of you who know nothing about good movies, it's called Angus and it is an amazing '90s fest of greatness.

It features a chubby awkward kid named after steak with Cathy Bates as his truckdriving mom, a crazy grandpa whose motto is "screw 'em!" another awkward kid with big ears, James Van Der Beek as a dumb asshole jock, and a cheerleader with Bulimia!
what more could you ask for?

oh - I almost forgot, it also features a blowup doll named Wanda.

If only I had a VCR and a copy of that movie, I would soo be there tonight. but I don't. It's sad.

The soundtrack is also a smörgåsbord of awesome '90s music. It got the greatest of all the early '90s acts performing songs that make me want to be 9 all over again. A soundtrack with old Green Day, Ash, Love Spit Love, Smoking Popes, and Weezer? Who can deny that?
oh.. I should have been born sooner so that I could have fully enjoyed and appreciated the awkard, ugly period of time that was the early '90s.

DOVES

psssh. how long did it take me to get on this boat?

yeah, pretty long.

I am still mildly considering going to one of their concerts next week, but $30 is a bit steep for a band that I just discovered I like a lot.

In other news of wonderful-dom, my take home is finished! Who knows if it makes sense, but what lame-o worries about that sense-making in papers? and plus, it's not my job. That's what my grad-student teacher gets paid [nothing] for! Now only 1 small response paper due before I can declare myself officially free. And the fun will be had. Oh, yes. The fun will be had.

WHY YOU GOTTA DO THAT THANG?

I am take-home finaling as we speak. I hope to actually visit one of those buildings where they keep all the old books tonight. Maybe I can finish it there.

Oh and just as I thought I was so open-minded and music ready, this comes along...


The Russian Futurists - Our Thickness

I'm seriously unprepared for this music. Hopefully I won't have to wait a year to really enjoy it like I did for the first KoL.

WOOT FINALS

two down, one to go. and it's a take home so I can procrastinate even more, which is great in my book. I started packing and I have to say it's strange. It's just really weird to think I'm done with the first year of college; it always seemed so far away in high school and now that it's over it feels like it just started.

I spent a lot of today reading a bunch of useless things. Mainly funny blogs. Like this one with some light humor, and this one about "banging bitches" and how to "not attract girls." The first blog is pretty harmless, but the second one is brutal. I know I should probably be offended or something, but it's just so absurd that it made me laugh so hard my face hurt. I think maybe deep down I'm just a misogynist.

BECAUSE I'M 500 YEARS BEHIND THE CURVE

I like both of these albums. I like them very, very much.



I also like the fact that I like both of these very much. I'm always the last one to get on the bandwagon when it comes to good music. Really. We're talking about a girl that even avoiding buying or listening to Youth & Young Manhood until the end of last year because she wasn't ready. Do you know what I mean? I remember sitting in a Virgin Megastore listening to it and thinking, "wow, this is good, but I'm definitely not ready for this yet." I don't know if it's a product of where someone is in his/her life or if it's just a "not ready for the change" type of thing, but I find it really interesting how sometimes music is just beyond the comprehension of the general public. I hope that doesn't sound pretentious, but it's true. I knew even less about music then than I do now, so I think it's safe to say I used to settle with the masses in most of my musical tastes. Also, it's interesting how musical interests can change so quickly. I'm sure that someone has had a similar experience. What do you think it is?

Well, whatever the reason, when Make Up the Breakdown rolled around (what was it... almost 4 years ago?) I definitely did not jump on it. The radiostation at home played "Bandages" and "Talk to Me, Dance with Me" enough, but for some reason I never really caught Hot Hot Heat fever. (please pretend that wasn't unbelievably cheesy.) But I have to say, I love Elevator. I love it. I think it's a great, fun album that will translate well to the stage. While I was listening to it this morning, I was wondering why it's not a hit. The music is so listener-friendly and seemingly marketable that it surprises me that it's not all over the radio.

And Feist? Well, I'm not exactly sure how you would market Feist - but that doesn't mean she shouldn't be heard. I am a little bit behind the curve on this one, but her record is new enough that before I actually laid down the dough for Let It Die I still couldn't hear any of her music. Her website has mini-mini clips, but other than that, the songs are a complete mystery. The only Feist I heard was on the Kings of Convenience record, so I went with my gut and bought it, but what about the people that don't?

It's pretty much because of situations like this one that I like file-sharing. As evil as people think it is, radio is pretty much a let-down nowadays and no one can deny that the ability to download has helped artists reach entirely different and wider audiences. I played a bunch of Feist on my show today (yes, sadly the last one of the year), and a guy imed me and told me he liked it and had never been able to hear it. Well, following inspiration from that event I've decided that I am going to try to do this with a bunch of different music. I don't always have access to a radio station, but if I have something that you'd like to hear and can't really get other places, or are scared to download with a program, just im me and I will give it to you. I'll try not to send whole albums of course because chances are if you can't hear them anywhere else, they need the little money they'll get from CD sales. Other than that, I'll be more than happy to spread the musicial love - and the RIAA? They can shove it.

SO BAD IT'S GOOD

Well, the lit hum final was awful, but it's good that I have ridiculous videos like this one* to cheer me up. I was almost going to post this instead of verbalizing my frustration, but I decided to spare everyone (including me).
At least I'm almost done.


And even though I don't get to see his show tonight, I can still listen to Cold Roses, right? So it won't be too bad.
*original source of hilarity

BOOHOO HOO

what can I say? Studying sucks, I'm missing Ryan Adams' show back home, and I just want the summer to start. and I miss my mom! I'm just going to say it!

I haven't been home in almost 5 months, and I don't care how lame it makes me look; I'll admit I miss it. Even Ohio has it's good days.

New York can be so demanding. I'm tired of being all grown up.

Oh well, have a good day, yeah? And go visit my friends in Chicago. They're cool. I think for my last radio show this year I'll just get lazy and spend an hour playing their new cd along with Maximo Park's debut (coming out the 30th). So, that'll be cool. Like a hear it before you can buy it kinda thing. You should listen.

GOODIES FROM WORK

all work and no play make the Fine Lines very dull boys

had work today! finished early, as usual. My boss said that it's been unusually slow for this time of year. So, what's with that musicians? Come on and submit already! I need to go home the weekend of the 12th - so don't you dare wait until the last minute and then give me lots of processing work to do when I get back. That would just be plain mean.

After I finished processing I started listening to submissions again. My boss walked by and asked me if anything was interesting. Of course there really wasn't anything. But aha! A little bit into my EPK listening streak I hit these guys. They're called the Fine Lines and I think they are mighty fine. (haha. ... no really that's the best joke I got.)

The descriptions in their EPK threw around some comparisons to surefire, which I can only half agree with. The Fine Lines are a little less pop, but still good. (Surefire will always have a place in my heart for the acoustic on-air they did with me earlier this year.) After digging the music for a little while I found out they're 17. 17! I want to go to their concert later this month, but I'm feeling a little pervy just thinking about it. Not that perviness is a reason to miss out on good music (it's not).

Oh, and my boss is the manager for the Hold Steady. Random, no? but still kinda cool.

Well as my body is generally sore from heavy chair and water bottle lifting, I'm going to leave you with some honorable mentions and a tip.

Honorable Mentions from EPK listening:

• Glitter Pals - this frightens me, but in a cool way
  
• The Everyothers. I like it.
  
• Hot Iqs - they've been on my good list for a while
• the Timeout Drawer - because with song titles like, "bursting with tears, I commit to destroying you," how can't they be good?

oh and the end tip:
Feist is amazing. I know I'm a little behind the curve, but I just got the cd today and I'm thinking about hurting myself for not getting British Sea Power tickets before they sold out. Of course she was good with Kings of Convenience, but this cd is just ridiculous.

I bought Cold Roses today, too. My bank account is going to strangle me soon.

THE TRUTH COMES OUT

Finals week: the week in which you discover that Adrienne is actually pretty boring.

As sad as I am to admit it, right now (hopefully not always) I am dreadfully boring. Last night instead of celebrating the end of classes I watched the rest of Harry Potter (hey you can't stop in the middle of a movie) and looked up some concerts. I've got none on the schedule for this week... or next week really, but fear not! I'll be back on the street spending money and going slowly deaf soon enough. I've just gotta get through work and finals this week and then summer begins!

I've been a little nervous about spending the summer basically alone. I have some family around so I guess I could visit them sometime and I will have some friends spewn about Manhattan, but generally I'll be all by my lonesome. I got really domestic today while running errands and bought some dishes and a chair. My summer room is going to be tricked. you heard me. That generic Columbia room won't know up from down.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT SUNDAY

I saw the Varsity Show on campus today. I really didn't know much about it before I went, but it turns out it's a full blown original musical. It was well done and funny as hell. Apparently years ago as students Rogers & Hammerstein composed a few...? The details are unknown to me, but that sounds pretty cool.

also FYI - "No Cars Go" is an amazing Arcade Fire song (off their EP). It makes me want to embrace how young I sometimes forget I am. It also gives me a great urge to hug someone.

ps. - go here and click the house. It's pretty cool graphic. 'specially for music.

BECAUSE ANDREW WK SAYS SO

I got this message from Andrew WK* today. I guess I have to follow his orders or he'll thrash me or something:


IN SEVERE RAGE ANYONE CAN DESTROY YOUR DREAMS, IN YOUR DOUBT THEY SUCCEED.

BEGIN AGAIN A STOUT REGIMENT OF BELIEF. THIS IS FOR THE DOUBTERS. I AM ALWAYS GOING, THRIVING, CHURNING, EXPLODING.

I AM CONSTANT CHAOS CHAINED DOWN BY THE WEIGHTS OF OBSCURITY AND FAME. THERE IS NO MIDDLE GROUND!

JUST DOUBT.

BUT NOT FROM ME MY FELLOW BELIEVERS. OH NO. NOT FROM ME.

IF THERE IS ONE DREAM, ONE IDEAL I HOLD TRUE, IT IS THAT THE PUMPING BLOOD SOURCE OF THE PARTY IS FLOWING FREE.


NOW I COMMAND YOU, PARTY HARD.



YOUR BUD,

ANDREW WK


Partying hard is so difficult. But I guess if that's what Andrew WK wants, then that's what I have to do...

* whether this person is actually Andrew WK or not is being debated. but does it really matter?

A SHOW FOR THE PRETEENS IN ALL OF US

So tonight was my last april concert - Phantom Planet + the Harlem Shakes at the Knitting Factory. I had no idea the Knitting Factory main space was so small and so incredibly hot. But the show was good. The audience brokedown something like this: 99.9% female, 0.1% male, 100% nuts. No, really. The audience was actually nuts. Whereas Adam Green was like chilling with some friends, this show was like a secret-fans only-camp-outside-in-the-rain kind of thing. People were dancing, reaching on stage, jumping around and screaming the lyrics. But in return for the rabid behavior, we got a great show. The band was really tight and they sounded great. Even though the 11 was their second show of the night, they kept us entertained. "Big Brat" was fucking amazing and of course, they played "California." Except this version rocked, reminded me nothing of the OC, and featured the keyboardist from the Harlem Shakes playing the piano part on this tiny toy shit casio pt1. The audience energy must have done something because Alex stagedived 4 or 5 times after saying multiple times that we were "fucking rad." Near the end of the concert, he told us he wanted to see if he could walk to the door. He wasn't kidding. He launched into the audience and actually started walking on people's hands. He almost made it... but then he fell and his ass landed on my friend's face.

All in all it was a good experience.



The Harlem Shakes opened and I must give credit where credit is due - They were rather good. Okay, they were excellent. I don't know how much they know about Harlem, but they know a thing or two about shakin'. Especially that Bass player. His booty did double time on a couple of songs.


Requisite other pictures and setlist:






hey, if you're up at 6 - listen in to my show... I don't exactly have it planned, but whatever (it's the wBURN link on the side). Oh, and happy May!