• I went to see 88boadrums last night at the La Brea tar pits. It was alright. It didn’t get really interesting until about the last twenty minutes. Considering how loudly the stage drums were mic’d, the surrounding 85 drum kits really were only audible to those sitting closest to a particular section. When there was singing and guitar chords involved, it sounded much better than when it was simple drumbeats layered atop each other. And the list of drummers had maybe ten interesting names and then it devolved into a “Who’s Who” of indie rock hippie drum circle. Too bad it couldn’t all be drummers of quality like Zach Hill, Sara Lund, Michael Henrickson, and Hisham Bharoocha. Instead it was douches like the drummer from Entrance and members of completely worthless, ineffectual Echo Park hipster bands. I’m still baffled at how none of the 88 participants — or even anybody in the crowd — brought along a Roland TR-808. I mean, Jesus people! It was, after all, 88boadrums on 08/08/08 at 8:08pm! What a dumb oversight on everybody’s part. I especially loved the giant iPod billboard hovering atop a building in the background. It really lit up the night sky in a way that served to remind us all of how omnipresent Corporate America is. Not only that, the letter that was sent around to prospective volunteers stated, “The whole event is sponsored by [blahblahblah] and NIKE. So please wear your NIKE tennis shoes. If you do not have a pair of NIKEs, we recommend you wearing comfortable shoes with no visible branding. Thank you.” What the fuck?
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• Here’s a top ten we can all enjoy. The top ten beers at the Great British Beer festival. Don’t just read it, use it as a checklist. The only one I’ve had on that list is Fuller’s ESB, which is one of the best bitters I’ve ever had. It ranks up there with Rogue’s Brutal Bitter and Goose Island Dorset Bitter. Those two are regional beers, but you can find Fuller’s at most liquor stores in major cities or populated suburbs. Which reminds me, I haven’t tried a single new beer this month (remember I’m going for five new ones every month for the next two years) and it’s already the 9th. I’d better get started. [story]
• A Czech “brewery spa” is offering clients the opportunity to soak in a stainless-steal tub filled with beer. The brewery manager said that the idea was inspired by ancient Egyptian traditions, but I’m pretty sure he’s just been reading my thoughts. And my thoughts all include huge tubs of quality beer. And in most of those thoughts I have raging boners. [story]
• Well, here it is: the 20 worst foods in America. Chipotle’s chicken burrito won the title of worst Mexican entree again. I say, FUCK YOU. I will never stop eating Chipotle burritos. Even if I die of a fucking heart attack from eating their food, I will ask that my body be laid to rest in a coffin stuffed to the brim with, like, eighty god damned chicken burritos. Fuck you, MSNBC and Men’s Health. You guys suck. Oh, and the worst food in America is the Outback Steakhouse Aussie cheese fries with ranch dressing, but who the fuck eats ranch dressing. That shit makes me gag whenever I see it. What compels a person to douse a salad or veggies or cheese fries with something that looks like cum? Anything with ranch is just plain wrong. [story]
• “Who Let The Dogs Out” by the Baha Men was ranked the worst song ever by an online music publication I’ve never heard of before, so I’m not really going to take their list seriously. It’s ridiculously easy to find the ten worst pop songs of all time, because you don’t really have to look very far. Search for a few one hit wonders that probably didn’t make sense to intelligent music fans at a given time and you’ve got your list. I mean, obviously the Celine Dion song from Titanic eats ass for quarters, but such a pedantic list tells us nothing about actual musical taste and the historical context through which pop culture can be viewed. A much more interesting and informative list would be the top ten worst songs that are actually revered and/or considered significant for some reason or another. Songs that history has looked fondly upon, but are not very good. Like “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, or any Bob Dylan song. Maybe I’ll do this one soon. [story]
• Another reason to go back to Louisville: they’re reopening the Waverly Hills Sanatorium into a boutique hotel. Whereas once the building contained a morgue, a “body chute” and rooms filled with dying TB patients, the hotel will include a spa, a meeting center for businesses, a fitness center, and travelers who make a lot more money than I do. The only places I’ve ever stayed during my three trips to Louisville are my friend Brooke’s two apartments (she moved twice), but now I don’t have anywhere to stay if I ever return (she moved again), so I guess the hotel that used to be a hospital might be an intriguing place for a stopover. [story]
• A Dutch teacher found a new cosmic object. It’s a huge green blob. On a related note, I picked my nose the other day and flicked it up in the air, as I am wont to do sometimes. As I was awaiting its return, my mouth opened wide in anticipation, I suddenly realized it wasn’t coming back down. I’m not saying that the huge green blob in space is actually one of my boogers, but it sure is a weird coincidence, huh? [story]
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