Friday, February 29, 2008

Rumored BCN Rumble lineup

The official lineup isn't going to be announced until Monday, but I did some digging and got hooked up with the rumored lineups, which can be found in today's Boston Herald Hotline column. Looks fairly meh...

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Garfield Minus Garfield

At the risk of today's posts being a complete cat-tastrophe, Chris Fuzz has tipped me off to the fuinniest thing I've seen in ages. Garfield Minus Garfield takes away the lovable feline from Jon Arbuckle's sad, pathetic life, giving us "a journey deep into the tortured mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against lonliness and methamphetamine addiction in a quiet American suburb." This is really creepy. And hi-larious

Cat Eating Corn

Drank too much last night in Cambridge with Pela, who is still America's greatest rock band, and now I'm laboring through Hump Day. So with that, all I have to offer this afternoon is this cat eating corn:

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Goodbye Cam Janssen

In my 20 years or so of following the New Jersey Devils, few players brought more heart and grit to the team than Cam Janssen. Unfortunately, what he brought in heart and grit, he completely lacked in skill (that redonkulous slapshot goal last year against the Caps, the only one of his career so far, notwithstanding) and hockey sense. One of the classiest players off the ice, Janssen was an absolute monster on it, fighting his way, literally, to the NHL.

But now Janssen is off to St. Louis, his hometown, where his pitbull-esque playing skills will instantly endear him to long-suffering Blues fans. Getting Bryce Salvador for him might be one of Lou Lamoriello’s greatest heists from a hockey POV, but I’m really saddened to see Janssen go. He entertained the shit out of me last year, and his willingness to drop the gloves and act like a madman was always appreciated. When I think back to the good times in my old apartment, Cam Janssen acting like a goon on television is right up there. He will be missed.

However, there is a wide open race for the Stanley Cup, and Janssen wasn’t going to suit up in a playoff game. Shit, he’s only played one game for us all season. So now we bolster our D, and maybe make a second trade on this 2008 Trade Deadline Day. I love the Devils’ chances this year, especially since our entire conference is terrible and Marty’s playing out of his mind (as usual). This is just another piece of the puzzle, and reeks of the Richard Shmelik and Grant Marshall deals in 2003, the last year we won the Cup. In Lou We Trust.

Friday, February 22, 2008

If it's in the papers, it must be true Part Whatever

It's been a crazy past few days. So before I hop in the Jetta and go to Vermont for the weekend, here's what's paid my bills:

- Station benefit concert set for Monday in Providence. Talking to Dee Snider ALWAYS rules. But, sadly, tickets are not selling.

- Trip opened for Great White at the Station on Feb. 20, 2003. Ten minutes after their set, the place went up in flames. Trip returns to RI this weekend.

- Mooninite bomb scare dude Peter "Zebbler" Berdovsky is throwing a party to relocate his mom from Belarus to Poland. Gotta love Herald reader comments!

- Kerry Lavin is bringing the Rock-n-Romp thing to Boston, and Bon Savants, Wonderful Spells, Neal Pollack and DJ Michael Savant will turn Great Scott into romper room come Sunday. Kidnap a child and get there!

- On Thursday I wrote about some dude in Pittsburgh who was selling his gazillion records on eBay. Starting bid: $3 million. Looks like he found a buyer.

- CD review: BIPPP: French Synthwave 1979-1985. Destined to be the coolest, most misunderstood and weirdest compilation of 2008.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

New Tampa Bay Rays stadium proposal

Holy crap.

Now, my parents are a part of the groups in the Tampa / St. Pete area opposed to a new ballpark. They, for some insane reason, like Tropicana Field, citing parking, easy access, the dome, the AC, the... sucktastic team on the sucktastic turf. But look at this proposed beaut:

It's the proposed sailboat stadium, and suddenly trips to Central Florida don't seem so bad. Damn, look at that thing!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Station Nightclub fire: 2/20/2003

Today is the fifth anniversary of the Station Nightclub fire in West Warwick, R.I., that killed 100 people, severely injured 200 more, left 65 children without a parent (or both), and saw 23 people lose a husband or wife.

It was the fourth-largest nightclub fire in US history, and of all the surviving victims, only 15 have become eligible for social security. A largely forgotten tragedy due to the nature of the event (Great White concert, blue-collar clientele, location within a small city in the Ocean State), few of the survivors have resumed a normal life 60 months after the event.

Burn injuries are unlike many others because they do not heal. You can’t heal the sweat glands that are damaged by severe burns, and visible markings become permanent reminders. I’ve spent the past three days speaking with survivors, and their tales are harrowing. The Station Family Fund is one of the main volunteer groups that oversee most of these medical, housing and other bills, and amazingly, 85 percent of the donations they receive come between Valentine’s Day and the Feb. 20 anniversary. 85 percent within seven days of the year. Check out for ways to donate.

By some strange coincidence, I was in Providence the night of Feb. 20, 2003, at the Green Room DJing with Terence. I remember watching it unfold on the local news, and even then, no one had any idea what the outcome would be. Amid the random jokes about it being a Great White concert, I think the prevailing thought was "Imagine dying at a fucking Great White concert?!?!"

My friends and I go to shows every week, and as Dee Snider told me the other day, this could have happened anywhere. Significant public safety measures have since been enforced nationwide, but a quick perusal of the exits of the Middle Easts, Great Scotts and TT the Bears’ of the city, as well as pretty much every other venue in the world, tell us this can easily happen anywhere.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Holy wishbook goldmine

A kind soul over at Uni Watch posted a link to the Wishbook Web Database, and... uh, holy fuck. Dating back to 1940, the creators of this site has scanned in thousands of pages of Sears, JC Pennys, Wards and other Christmas catalogues from way-back. The real juice for my 20-something self is the toy playset layouts from the 1980s Sears books. Anyone my age has to remember going though these things after school, circling everything they wanted, then feeling let down when Santa didn't bring a fraction of it.

But to look back on these are pretty awesome. Some highlights:

1983 Sears Star Wars page -- needs no introduction

1985 Sears He Man page -- The most underrated toy series of all time

1985 Sears Sectaurs page -- I lost my shit when Robot Chicken used these a few weeks ago, and now the memory is fully restored. These fuckers were bad ass.

1986 Sears M.A.S.K. -- OK, He Man gets enough respect, but maybe M.A.S.K. is the most underrated toy line ever.

1986 Sears Thundercats -- Thundercats were no joke, and next toy line bound to be raped into a summer blockbuster flick. Bill Duke as Panthro?

And some other cool shit... Even though in 1971 the New Jersey Devils didn't exist, and everyone knows that Grubby was a total bitch...

New baseball books

Since pitchers and catchers reported last week, I highlighted some of the better baseball books to hit the shelves this spring. "Moneyball" will always top my personal list, but some of these look fairly interesting...

Friday, February 15, 2008

New BM Linx song online

The band that brought the dance floor anthem "Understanding Orange" to the pill has a new jam posted online. The Outlaw Jimmy Rose is likely the lead single off the NYC electro band's upcoming sophomore album, and if this is any indication, it's going to fucking destroy. This band is just fucking fierce.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Darwinian LOL'z

Killing time on Valentine's

I don't know why this kinda got me excited, but the trailer for the new Indiana Jones movie is floating around online. Good shit, though when he picks up his hat I was waiting for Harrison Ford to tell some Nazi to get off his fucking plane.

I kinda <3 Harrison Ford. Not as much as I <3 Michael Douglass, but it's close. There's your Vanyatine's Day message of love from yours truly. Oh, and Cyanide Valentine plays the pill tomorrow night, and we've dubbed it the Post-Valentine's Hangover Dance Party. I name everything, I know.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Lola's first birthday! (In pictures)

Little Miss Lolabears had her first birthday over the weekend, and a small group congregated at Le Barrows to sing Happy Birthday and watch her dine on the finest tuna steak Whole Foods had to offer. It was a very posh soiree, as one guest put it, and will be just a glimpse of what Lola Day 2008 will encompass this summer.

Lola knew what was up, and started creepin as soon as the tuna cakes were finished.

This is probably the fanciest shit I've ever made.

Lola is not impressed with birthday candles.

But she soon chowed down...

...And proceeded to pass the fuck out afterwards. Sleeeeepy caaaaat!

Mod crashes Newbury Street

Mod life crashes down on Newbury Street, breaking out of the Allston Village and Central Square pockets for the stylized masses on the stylized strip. (And with it comes my first professional photo credit... cause bylines are just so 2007!)

Monday, February 11, 2008

Images from Maud Night at G2O Salon

Last night I was on Newbury Street covering (and, uh, boozing it up at) the G2O Salon's "Maud Night" fashion show (the 338 building on the Mass Ave side of Life), featuring the stylized head work of new hair designer Alexander James Maud. My "review," if you will, will appear in tomorrow's Herald, but I was granted permission to post the photos the paper didn't want in my blog. Yes, I'm now taking photographs as well.

Panthers player slashed in neck by skate blade

Last night in Buffalo, the Florida Panthers' Richard Zednik was slashed in the throat by the errant skate blade of teammate Olli Jokinen. He's in stable condition in a Buffalo hospital, but as the photo below shows, this could have been deadly.

The whole ordeal was eerily reminiscent of the night almost 20 years ago when Clint Malarchuk has his throat slashed by a skate blade. That gruesome event also happened in Buffalo, and Malarchuk needed 300 stitches to close the gash in his neck. He missed I believe a few months, but played the final five minutes of the last regular-season game in Buffalo to show he was OK. Goalies would soon protect their necks.

And because we're in the great U. S. of A., Malarchuk's semi-Daniel Pearl was commemorated through a Todd McFarlane action figure! Will Zedsy get the same treatment? Was Kyle McLaren behind all this? These are my Monday Morning burning questions...

Friday, February 8, 2008

AUDIOGASM coming next month

If you've been to the pill in the past few months, you'd likely heard me deviate from the standard Britpop and Modern Indie playlist in favor of some dirty electro goodness. Well, aside from short 25-minute increments, that shit really doesn't align with the pill's tried and true formula, so I'm branching out to start an all-electro dance party, with rotating DJs alongside me at various venues around town.

Though I enjoy the Middlesex Lounge nights and a lot of what the Basstown peoples do, I still haven't found a night that's seamlessly crossed the new French/UK electro-house revival with this new wave of synth-driven indie. No hip hop, no samples, just straight-ahead big-beat anthems. So fuck it, I'll try it myself.

The deets:
Michael V. and Brigid the Fierce present:
(|(electro dance party)|)
Tuesday, March 18 at O'Brien's
3 Harvard Avenue, Allston MA
live guest: ADEPT (Dutch noise pop)
guest DJ: Driftski (Cooler Than Smack)
9 pm / 21-plus / $6

Adept is a sick, punk-fueled electro-noize band from the Netherlands, and I'm unsure Boston is ready for this. DJ Driftski has deep roots in the local house and hip-hop scenes, so I'm psyched to have him in on the launch. O'Brien's is mad intimate, so the idea is to pack it out with sweaty, smelly bodies and build a cool word-of-mouth dirty dance scene. More details to come...

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Rick Astley turned 42 yesterday

If the world ever needed a comeback from a true pop icon, it's Rick Astley. Yesterday's birthday boy, who gave us the immortal Top 40 dance floor hits "Together Forever" and "Never Gonna Give You Up," has toiled in relative obscurity over in England most of the past 15 years. If he knew how much he meant to the Woburn Advocate staff (read: me and my reporter) back in 2004 or so, he might be inspired to serenade us with his deep, brotha-ly baritone once more.

This is an oldie, but a goodie. Happy birthday Rick:


The lineups for the fairly dismal Bonnaroo Music & Arts festival were announced yesterday, and needless to say I won't be riding down to Tennessee to see Pearl Jam or Metallica. Could New England ever pull something like this together? Who knows, but I polled some local event planners about their festival ideas in today's H to the E to the R to the ALD.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Best Music Poll to the Pavilion

With Lansdowne Street a ghost town, the FNX Best Music Poll festival will relocate to the Bank of America Pavilion. Not a bad deal, though having several bands performing at once will be missed. Last year's show featured, among others, Bloc Party, Clap Your Hands, Bon Savants and an insane Silversun Pickups show at now-DOA Axis.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Patriots lose, I blame the Globe

Damn. So I'll admit to never really being a big pro football fan, though since I moved to Boston in 2000 I have taken to the Patriots for two simple reasons: 1) they were just getting awesome, and shit went to a new level with the arrival of my boyfriend, erm, I mean new QB Tom Brady, and 2) as a native NYer, the Pats were really the only team I could root for (I hate basketball, screw the Bruins and growing up a Yankee fan, I respect the rivalry too much to ever openly root for the Red Sox despite my wanting to see "Boston," as a city, win).

So yesterday was a monumental disappointment on several levels. I had never invested so much in each week of a football season, and compounded by the New England Vs the U.S. shit (from SpyGate to the Pats' arrogance to the widespread hatred of Brady, Rodney, et all) and the riveting subplot of "Perfection," this was a letdown of epic proportions.

So who to blame? Brady, for playing like shit? Josh McDaniels, for getting raped by the Giants' relentless D? Asante Samuel, for not corralling that would-be interception late in the 4th? Belichick, for wearing RED instead of his trademark gray?

No, blame the Boston Globe, for this abortion-in-print:

Friday, February 1, 2008

If it's in the papers...

And now on to today's Herald, where there was a whole lot of Michael Marotta goin on:

- Bands on the run to the Hub:
NYC musicians with Boston roots come home for the Pats; the Information reprazents
- Photo gallery on Seamless: Though my review is only in print -- buy a newspaper, kids
- Infamous moments in Super Bowl history: From Al Hirt to Hollywood Henderson to Barrett Robbins
- Hotline: Scamper's last show, Dropkicks TV

Wonderful Spells @ the pill tonight

Much presence in the ol’ Herald this morning. But before I link myself to death, just a friendly reminder that the Wonderful Spells play the pill tonight. Good times are guaranteed.

From thepillboston: After only a few months away from the Great Scott stage, Boston newest melody makers, the aptly named Wonderful Spells, return this weekend to the pill. After turning heads and swaying shoulders with last year’s catchy-as-the-cold debut EP, “The Prophecy of Smarmulous Rex,” 2008 stands to be a breakout year for the Spells’ dapper young lads. Performing together since high school, their ‘60s and ‘70s acid-tinged psych rock is rife with sing-along choruses and anthem-ready hooks, showing the city you need not a drum machine and synthesizer to get the kids dancing like mad. They’ve recently opened for everyone from the Stills to Apollo Sunshine, but the future arrives with a headliners call. Shit, these blokes are even better looking than your boyfriend.