Dear Movie, You Confuse Me...

Are you supposed to be a grrl power movie about how to bitch forward and move ahead with your career? Or are you supposed to make me feel bad about myself because the "fat" one in the movie was a size 6? (don't worry, by the end she is a 4) Are you basically telling me that if I have any desire to be a successful career woman that it will cost me my inner femininity, social life, boyfriend and giving nature? Once again the question of whether or not as a woman you can have both the succesful business life along with a social/family life comes into play. On one hand we have Miranda (played by the brilliant Ms. Streep) who has lost her husband, friends, and well, soul to her job. She is an emotionless cuntrag who shits all over her co-workers and would-be friends. One the other we have Andrea, bright eyed and ready to make her mark on the world - As long as that mark is a flowery, happy, dewey faced world where all the scary bad people stay out of. In the end, she quits her fast paced, fast road job with Miranda to go back to her boyfriend and take some crappy job at a local news rag. (did I forget to mention that the movie glosses over the fact that Andrea bangs some euro trash dude in Paris and then just decides not to bring it up with her hottie smitten *vince from Entourage* boyfriend?? What the hell is up with that?) You leave me confused "The Devil Wears Prada". I'm not quite sure what you were going for here, but I like the Jimmy Choo shoes.

RAGE

so rock the bells. jesus christ. i will try to recount this event even hungover.

pouring rain? check. drinking PBRs while driving into NY? check. entire bottle of 151 chugged before entering the gates at noon? check. walking across a bridge with a million rowdy people? check. making out with random dude from ohio during wu-tang? double check. seven dollar beers? triple check.

randalls island was an ultimate, muddy, messy fiasco. everything i owed was drenched.
these were my feet:
mos def ruled my universe. talib kweli were also dope as anything. cypress hill was excellent, but i've seen them before and that wasn't a huge deal. wu-tang? pretty amazing to shake your ass to.

by the time rage against the machine came on, i was covered in mud, lost from every single one of my friends, still pretty much piss ass drunk and i had just puked on a stranger (sorry, dude), AND my cell phone battery had kicked it and i couldn't find anyone i knew.

but...but...rage against the machine came on and it was brutal and intense and everything i ever could have wanted to see! zack jumped up and down on the stage like a madman, morello WAILED and RULED and then WAILED AND RULED SOME MORE and it was the most glorious thing of all glorious things! i think they have officially entered my top five live acts. on the real, it was big time perfection and my love for rage against the machine will never, ever die now. i danced, i flipped out, i lost my goddamn mind and it felt fucking amazing.

they played bulls on parade, guerilla radio, sleep now in the fire among others and ended with killing in the name with the lyrics changed to: “Some of them that bore crosses are the same that hold office.” very hot. (i know you're creaming over there, erin!)

once i was done getting my face rocked off, i spent a good two hours wandering around a parking lot, borrowing cell phone batteries to make calls, picking brooke up from the medical tent and then driving three hours home. muddy, disgusting, smelly, piss ass drunk, and thrilled. it made me feel so good about music again. it felt like fucking christmas.

thank you, thank you, thank you rage. BIG TIME.

fuck me.

WHY CAN'T I STOP GOING TO THE FRENCH QUARTER BISTRO I AM SO ANGRY ALL I DO IS RUN UP BAR TABS MY WHOLE LIFE AND THIS HAS GOT TO STOP MY BLOOD IS MADE OF SOCO AND LIME ITS KIND OF TRAGIC A LITTLE PENNSYLVANIA NEVER HURT NOBODY BUT A LOT WILL GODDAMN KILL YOU ITS FRIDAY MOTHERFUCKERS SEE YOU AT THE BISTRO IM A BAR RAT AND SOMEONE SHOULD STAB ME IN THE FACE BUT GIVE ME A SHOT FIRST.

If you like it or not

When I look back on my childhood, there are a few things I remember about my attraction to women. Jennifer Beals in Flashdance, Jessica Rabbit in Who Framed Roger Rabbit and Holli Wood in Cool World. Hmm, animated figures? Yes, they can be hot! And I remember watching this movie until my VCR was whirring with passion. Alright, it could have been the Kool-Aid in the vent, but that's another story. Here is a list of the things that make this movie worth seeing:

• Animated Kim Basinger. Seriously, if you are straight, you won't be for long. She is so trashy, I love it.
• The alternate worlds of animation and the real world
• "Doodles" (comic book drawings) and "Noids" (humanoids)
• Gabriel Byrnes. My Irish babydaddy.
• Brad Pitt before he became the head of a nation. I mean, Angelina's children.
• Dirty men played by beatnick wolves who snap in unison.
• Matte paintings and amazing animation (think R. Crumb)
• "Keep your legs crossed and forget about the Real World"
• Cheesy interludes
• Cute little bunny rabbits who play dice with Ogre's.. "GEE WHIZ!"
• Running from cops ("poppers")
• The breast car. The headlights are nipples.
• "Noids do NOT have sex with Doodles."
• Brad Pitt's acting. No, I really mean it.
• Animation mixed with fiction.
• Interworld travel
• War
• Motorcycle crashes
• The soundtrack. Metal before metal was metal.
• "You're in a real place called the Cool World"
• "I'm like a plug without a socket, you know?"
  

Miss Moz

Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Talk about something that feels so right, but is so very wrong.

Here's what I'm talkin about:

*sarah and I spent Sunday night munching $3 veggie burgers and poundin $1.50 PBRs at Sugar Mom's in Philly. It was heavenly.
Little did we know, Morrissey was just nine blocks away.
Not only that, he was at Sugar Mom's sister bar, Tattooed Mom.
WTF MORRISSEY.
THIS IS WHAT MY FACE LOOKED LIKE (a little less manly) WHEN I FOUND OUT:


Only good news is, Moz acted like a dick, so we missed having our dreams of the great pompadoured one shattered. Philly didn't let him get away with the rude 'tude. WERD. Bar brawls ensued. DOUBLE WERD.
Read it here: Morrissey Drama at T-Mom's

AND: Last night I saw him for real at the Mann in Philly. Barely. What's up balcony seats.
Drank a bottle of mango Malibu before the show cuz my lover was tryin to be classy. You know what's classy? Reading the label before you buy so you don't accidentally buy a bottle of liquor that's only 40 proof. DOUBLE DAYUM.

ANYWAY: THE MOZ STILL GOTS IT.
The swagger, the mic whipping, the VOICE.
The bare chest. He changed his shirt 4 times. SO WHAT?? LIKE YOU'D SING IN A SWEATY SHIRT, GOD!
Marry me. Oh yeah ...
(insert Will Never Marry joke [A song which he did not play, a sad reality that was he compensated for by opening with The Queen Is Dead] here).
That was lame, I'm done.

Oh Balls!!

Women love to exercise.
It's much more fun than eating pizza, drinking Magic Hat #9, or smoking a half ounce and then destroying 2 bags of Classic Lay's Potato Chips. That said, I must sing in praise of my new Yoga Ball. There is no better way to rip your abs apart. And apparently, according to the "Sexy Balls" website, there is no better way to get your brains fucked out. (while toning your core of course!)

tuesday special, bitches!

we had to give a little love because the new YEAH YEAH YEAHS drops today. in honor of that, pick up the album and then head over to The Music Slut to listen to a sweet YYYs cover of The Rentals. i've been listening to it all morning and it's making me MOIST!

let's get political, political

salon has a pretty great write-up of the you-tube/CNN democratic debates last night. since i was, in fact, watching "ask a ninja", i thought this was important to read and share.

however, i'm pretty much over politics all together. my socialist voting card just doesn't seem to pack the punch i thought it would among the donkey and the elephant. plus, i'm sick of hearing the word "terrorist", so i've basically removed myself from voting altogether.

Girls love that

1. When she asks how she looks, shrug and say "could be better." This will
keep her on her toes, and girls love that.

2. Never hold her hand. This can be interpreted as a sign of weakness. If
she grabs your hand, squeeze hers really hard until she cries (this will
impress her by showing her what a strong man you are).

3. Once a month, sneak up on her from behind and knock her over. Girls are
like dogs; they love to be roughed up.

4. Call her in the middle of the night to ask if she's sleeping. If she is,
say "you better be." Repeat this 4 or 5 times until morning. This will show
her you care.

5. When she is upset about something, suggest to her that it might be her
fault. This will pave the way for her own personal improvement, and every
girl needs some improvement.

6. Recognize the small things, as they usually mean the most. Then when
she's sleeping, steal all her small things and break them, because jewelry
is for pussies and Asian ladies.

7. If you're talking to another girl, make sure she's looking. When she is,
stare into her eyes, mouth the words "FUCK you" and grab the other girl's
ass. Girls love competition.

8. Tell her you're taking her out to dinner. Drive for miles so she thinks
it's going to be really special. Then take her to a burning tire yard. When
she starts to get upset, tell her you were just kidding and now you're
really going to take her to dinner. Then drive her home. When she starts
crying and asks why you would do something like that, lean over and whisper
very quietly into her ear "...because I can."

9. Introduce her to your friends as "some chick." Women love those special
nicknames.

10. Play with her hair. Play with it HARD.

11. Warm her up when she's cold...and not by giving her your jacket, because
then you might get cold. Rather, look her in the eye and say "if you don't
stop bitching about the cold right now, you're going to be bitching about a
black eye." The best way to get warm is with fear.

12. Take her to a party. When you get there, she'll have to go to the
bathroom (they always do). Leave immediately. Come back right when the party
is dying and yell at her the whole way home for ditching you all night.

13. Make her laugh. A good way to do this is if she has a small pet. Kick
the pet. I always find stuff like that funny...why shouldn't girls?

14. Let her fall asleep in your arms. When she's fast asleep, wait 10
minutes, then jump up and scream in her ear. Repeat until she goes home and
you can use your arms for more important things (like basketball).

15. Spit often. I hear girls like guys that spit.

16. If you care about her, never ever tell her. This will only give her
self-confidence, then you can never turn her into the object she deep down
desires to be.

17. Every time you're in her house, steal one of her shoes, earrings or
anything else that comes in pairs. Only take one of the pair. This way,
she'll go crazy.

18. Take her out to dinner. Right when she's about to order, interrupt and
say "no, she's not hungry." Make her watch you eat. Girls love a guy that
speaks for her.

19. Look her in the eyes and smile. Then punch her in the face. Girls love a
spontaneous guy.

20. Give her one of your t-shirts, and make sure it has your smell on it
(but not a sexy cologne smell...a bad smell. You know what I'm talking
about).

21. When it's raining, keep asking her if she's crying. She'll say "no, it's
just the rain." Ten minutes later, turn to her and just scream at her to
stop crying. Girls like a tough man.

22. Titty twisters and plenty of them.

23. If you're listening to music, and she asks to hear it, tell her no. This
way she'll think you're mysterious.

24. Remember her birthday, but don't get her anything. Teach her that
material objects arent important. The only thing that's important is that
she keeps you happy, and your happiness is the greatest present she can ever
get.

25. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas or just
whenever, take it and tell her you love it. Then, next time you know she's
coming over on a trash day, leave the trash can open and have the present
visibly sticking out of the can. Girls actually don't like this one that
much, but I think it's funny.

26. If she's mad at you for not calling her when you say you will, promise
her that you will call her at a certain time of the day. This will make sure
that she waits by the phone. Tell her when you call that you're going to
tell her a special surprise. Now she'll be really excited.

...Don't call.

for cupcakesssssssss

i caught this on the soup the other week and it made me laugh so hard. watch the whole thing. my favorite part is when she starts praying for the strength not to beat her ass again. i think i'm secretly black inside.

These are just fun to look at

Michael Jackson in Prison

If I ever have to go to jail, I to go to jail in the Philippines.
Why?
CAUSE YOU GET TO DANCE!!!
this is the best YouTube video EVER.
IF YOU DISPUTE, A PACK OF INMATES WILL CHALLENGE YOU TO A DANCE OFF ... AND WIN:

Skippy versus Jif

Lately, I cannot drink at the frequency that I want to and still fit into my pants without modifying my diet or exercise. Since I can’t get my lazy butt to the gym and I can’t starve myself like I used to do in college, I have decided to eat healthier.

Healthier means that I try to eat more salads (yes, sometimes I do call nachos a salad) and less processed foods. This led me to Skippy Natural. It’s delicious shit and I’ve already gone through a few jars of it. Look at the ingredients: Palm Oil, Sugar, and Salt. Can’t get any more natural than that.

Well, last weekend the 20 cents cheaper Simply Jif got me to buy it. I seem to remember the commercials for it when it first came out said “only peanuts,” right? Well, look at the crap in it: partially hydrogenated vegetable oil, fully hydrogenated vegetable oils, mono- and diglycerides. That does not sound Simple to me at all. Oh yeah, and it tastes like shit.

wham fuckin' city

random interview from ignore magazine with dan deacon:

Ignore Mag: So Spider-Man 3 sucked. Which hero do you think is going to make a better comeback, John McClane or John Rambo?
Dan Deacon: Spider-Man 3 ruled.
IM: No, it didn’t.
DDD: Yes it did!
IM: So, who do you think will make the better comeback?
DD: I’ll say Rambo based on making a comeback. I don’t think McClane is coming back, he’s been holding it down pretty hard. It’s been a while since Die Hard was mentioned, but McClane has been riding pretty strong.
IM: I heard Miami kind of sucks, what did you hear?
DD: I don’t know much about Miami. My friend Lester is from there. He’s a cool guy.
IM: Why does Spin suck so bad?
DD: I don’t know. [Laughing] I don’t want to get involved in this why-does-stuff-suck-so-bad thing.
IM: If you and Kid606 had a hair growing contest, who would win?
Him.
IM: Why?
DD: I’m going bald.

i'd just like to remind the entire universe that we loved this balding, pudgy dancemaster first. le sigh. he's on tour with girl talk this fall. deal.

My little ... Pony????

Whenever I’m scared, like when I have to get a cookie from the kitchen in the middle of the night, or when I walk into my dark apartment alone, my brain starts singing the theme song from the My Little Ponies TV show.
“My little poNIIIIEEESS.”
It makes me feel better, and it has since I was three and I created this defense mechanism against the boogieman.
NOW I JUST FEEL LIKE A SICKO.
Why oh why did someone have to write a full page article about how My Little Ponies are nothing more than pony shaped sex children?
Yes, they have tiny noses, up turned bottoms and seductively curled manes … and those eyes! Wide, trusting, with lavish lashes and dilated pupils – what we in the biz call bedroom eyes. But I refuse to believe My Little Ponies are askin for it.
IT.
You know what I’m talking about.
The big IT.
Read this article and have your wholesome fantasies of My Little Ponies galloping off to cupcake castles shattered into cum-covered amateur VODs:

The big V

I'm about to lose my bitch parade virginity, this could get messy.

love at first sight

It exists
I met the man I am going to marry: Chris Colliton
I met him on July 14th, 2007 on a canoe/camping trip on the Saco River
After canoing all day I passed out for two hours
I woke up freezing and still drunk and stood by the fire
He was there
We started talking
We had everything in common
MUSIC – Bela Fleck, TOOL, Nirvana, Bonnaroo, The Roots, The Flaming Lips, etc..
He said something amazing and I said
“I love you do you have a girlfriend do you wanna go out on a date?”
He said no and then he said yes
We talked for hours
I sat on his lap
I asked him if he would marry me and he said yes
We became “camping married”
I warned him that I usually scare guys off
He wasn’t scared
I went to a tiny tent with my new husband
We lied on his tiny tent mat
He held me and said “mmmm, wife”
We kissed each other with our eyes open, smiling
We melted into one another and sighed at the same time
Morning
Uncommunicated agreement
I went into his canoe with him, he paddled
I drank rum and steel reserve
We both smiled like things were sacred
We weren’t fooling anyone
Everyone said things like ‘isn’t she a lesbian?’
What little people know about the heart

SHE IS BACK AND I'M DYING!

that's right, friends! alexyss taylor is BACK with more wisdom about the man with two DICKS!

yet again, this knowledge is critical for anyone that has or wants a vagina. this woman is so unreal. i am going to find her and make her adopt me. i'd even let her rename me. she could call me alexyss taylor jr. BLISS!

let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we?

i just remembered this awesome time that i went to see alkaline trio play. it was up in boston and shit was rowdy. i was about five shots of tequila and eight beers deep, so i was making out with a random dude and screaming song lyrics at the top of my lungs. everything was all cool...

and then this raging bitch showed up. she started shoving me and was just basically obnoxious. everyone was giving her the stink eye and she just wouldn't chill out. and then she looked me in the eye and said "fuck you".

i'd had it, so i pulled back to punch her in the face. BUT HERE'S WHERE IT GETS AMAZING! right before my fist hit her face, the girl next to me threw her entire drink IN THE SAME FACE I WAS ABOUT TO PUNCH. it was like fifteen seconds of perfectly orchestrated glory! it was like a FIST BALLET! it was FLAWLESS AND GRACEFUL! BOOZE IN YOUR FACE AND THEN FISTS! IT WAS THE BEST PUNCH IN THE FACE I EVER GAVE ANYBODY! SHE WAS COVERED IN BOOZE AND PUNCHES! god, i wish i was punching someone who just had a drink thrown in their face again RIGHT NOW!

since this wasn't documented on video, i just wanted to remember it here. and i hope everyone punches someone today.

I hate babies

So, I was going to start today off by blogging about crappy parents and their fucking crying babies while I am trying to sleep off 7 beers on my short T ride home from the Sox game last night. But then I noticed something on my walk to work: a bright, shiny, newly installed pay phone on the sidewalk.

A pay phone?!?! Aren’t those already obsolete? The only reason that I noticed the new pay phone, was that I had to do a double take to even realize what it was. It has been so long since I have seen a pay phone, I didn’t recognize it.

Everyone in America at this point has a cell phone, except for my mom and my dog. The only people that have a use for a pay phone are people committing crimes (I’ve seen it on Law and Order) and the homeless guy hoping there is a dime in the change part of the phone.

absolutely tragic

well, someone has to say it, so i guess it's going to be me.

i've loved against me! for a long time. they've managed to somehow blend punk, rock, folk and moxie to create a swell soundtrack for doing shots.

but this newest offering from against me!, the shoddily titled "new wave", already sounds like it sucks a set of balls. the only song worth anything MIGHT be "thrash unreal", but the rest is almost offensively bad. it's as if someone took all of the great against me! songs and watered them down to create a disgusting drink. this album tastes worse than a shot of jager mixed with semen. oh wait, actually, that's delicious. anyway, this is the sound of a great band dying.

sure, someone might say "oh but what if you listen to it a second time" but guess what? I WON'T BECAUSE IT SUCKS SO MUCH THE FIRST TIME. I'M OUTRAGED! I'M ANGRY! I'M ACTUALLY FURIOUS AND THIS MIGHT RUIN MY FRIDAY!!! (but i will still go see them live.)

canadian jointzzzzzzzzzz

yeah more girl talk love, get over it. so what if we're on his dick?

nice clip of him playing his famous biggie smalls/elton john joint, plus taking the crowd into the streets for a jam sesh. he's the biggest nerd of all time and i could gobble it up with a spoon. even if he did steal this idea from karen O.

Dear Statie Who Gave Me A Speeding Ticket: You wish you were as hot as Marky Mark

And you look like a floppy eared bulldog who was spayed at an early age. I'm sure lurking in tunnels off of the MA Pike, stalking confused drivers leaving the airport, and "pulling them over" by standing on the shoulder and stepping out in front of their car (What kind of education are these people required to have anyway? Isn't one of the first things we are taught as wee tikes in modern western civilization, to look both ways before crossing the street and to never step out in front of a moving car?!?) makes you go home with a warm and fuzzy feeling in your heart each and every night. I am sure you must feel an overwhelming sense of patriotic accomplishment and true unabashed fulfillment with your life's chosen work. (and don't think I didn't see you staring at my bra-less tits either - perv!) But, next time you feel compelled to harass us drivers from the fine state of Massachusetts and take our money for the pockets of ignorant, overpaid, obese, corrupt, slovenly bureaucrats, please, please, PLEASE! Take a few steps more out into that right lane when someone is speeding towards you.

Holla' Back Girl

I love starting my day off with a cat call. I’m not usually picky about what I get: a toot of the car/truck horn, a whistle, a “haaay baby,” or an “aye yah yah yah” are all good. Not only does it make me feel sexy, but I also have to check out the dude, because I may want to date him.

Yesterday, however, I got by far the worst cat call ever. A white haired man in his 60’s was passing me. Just before he was out of my peripheral vision I heard: “mmmmmm.”

MMMMM?!?!?! What am I? A fucking bowl of Campbell’s Soup?!?! Am I mmm mmm good? At least respect the cat call, I know I do....bastard.

!??!?!?!??!??!??!

am i sure what this VORTEX OF AWESOME IS!? no, not really. but it felt like it needed to be posted here.

DICK TEASES

so my moms has been smoking these little piece of shit cigarettes by Marlboro. i believe you might be familiar with them: the BX's. they are these tiny attempts at being cigarettes that have been absolutely vexing me since i ran out of parliment lights last night.

never have i gotten so little of what i wanted than when i've smoked these cigarettes. it's like taking a drag off of a friend's newport (I'M TALKING TO YOU TONIA) when you don't even like newports but you're in new york city and cigs cost nine bucks so you're fucked plus it's four AM and you've already overdrawn your bank account three times to buy tequila and studio 54. so this post is mostly just to say FUCK YOU, BX'S! you're the poor man's attempt at not smoking and it's NOT CUTE.

oh yeah, and i found this "gallery of famous smokers".

Watch Out Bitches!

Update: I am in Chicago and making the goddamn most of it. There are such beautiful things to which i was blind while living here as a kid. From the chill cafes in Lincoln Park, to the vintage shops and old school record stores near Clark Street and the ever inviting bars in Wrigleyville... this town truly has whatever you crave. Mischief, history, grittyness, class, bad kids, jock kids, old kids, shitty kids... I know I can show either of you bitches a good time here. Among learning to drive, holdin it down, reppin the beast coast.... the absolute highlight of my time here so far is the fact that THEY SELL BOOZE AT THE FUCKING CVS!!?? It felt like Christmas, sex and fantasy had given birth to the golden child of the future. My hands were shaking as I discovered kETTLE 1 FOR $25.. bottles of Cuervo in every size, mixers, wine, beer, bourbon, champagne WHATEVER ANYONE EVER NEEDS! Once I get my license here and start ripping these streets apart, I swear to pay homage to this great combination of convenience and damage, either in car decals or in tattoo form.
5 out of 5 puffs of smoke.

Is Is Is Is Is delicious!

we've barely been able to contain our excitement at the release of the YYYs new LP, "Is Is". it drops on July 24th and we couldn't be ANY WETTER!

BUT FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, WHO KNEW THEY HAD THE VIDEO FOR "DOWN BOY" OUT ALREADY!?!??!? this is from the show where eleni and i got arrested. everything is filmed in night vision and you can look for our masked faces in the crowd.



also, for another little taste of the juice, here are some of the leaked tracks.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Is Is [mp3 from Faronheit]

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - 10x10 [mp3 from Dreams of Horses]

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Kiss Kiss [mp3 from CandyBeans]

i've gotta say that this version of "10x10" all re-worked sounds so fucking hot that i'm losing my shit right now. "Is Is" is also blowing my damn mind. lyrically, shit is so damn tight.

i don't know who the fuck releases two full-length albums and then goes back to an LP but i love that the YYYs are keeping it in the basement, bitches!

goddamn you, SEPHORA!!

i made the fatal mistake of going to Sephora yesterday before heading to a BBQ to get sunday drunk for the lord.

the place is like a crack den. i've never seen so many women manically snatching up cosmetics, their eyes gleaming like psychotic prostitutes on a binge. they must pump oxygen into that place because i felt like i was in vegas: i turned into an endlessly energized monster, dumping money out of my pockets and grinding my teeth.

the first product that i jawrocked some bitch to pick up was Benefit's Benetint lip-and-cheek stain. i'm pale even when i'm tan and this shit always makes me look like i just got banged. if you need something to even out the zombie-like tone of your pale ass, pick it up.

then i fell for Tarte's line of eyeshadows, which are pretty fucking amazing with ballsy names. although, if i had a line of eyeshadows, i'd stick with raunchy titles like "gangbang", but hell, i'm not in charge here.

then of course, i fell for Urban Decay's line of liquid eyeliners. i heart liquid eyeliner like eleni likes fucking in cars, so i went for this in a heartbeat. they have some saucy colors available so you can switch up that plain old black for something a little more slutty. FINALLY!

now that i'm dead broke and made up like a whore at my job today, i realize that -- much like vegas -- i can never, ever go to sephora again.

SO FUCK YOU SEPHORA AND YOUR TEMPTING BULLSHIT. I'M WEARING WET N' WILD FROM NOW ON!

motherfucking bob hill

one of the guys i work with has a pretty amazing freelance gig writing for CrawDaddy. his column basically compares a new band to an old one.

i think he's absolutely brilliant: his wolfmother vs. led zep critique is dead on, and so is his joni mitchell/chan marshall split. definitely worth a read.