I was driving home and decided to give my iPod a roll. I started out listening to Autolux since I had that on at work earlier. But then I thought to myself, “I haven’t listened to Deerhoof in a while.” So with several turns of that wheely-thingee, I put on The Runners Four. What an amazing album that is.

It is perhaps their most accessible album, less prone to their noise outbursts and more moments of utter sonic catharsis. I didn’t really appreciate this album until I saw them live in 2005 at the Echo. Hearing it live made me appreciate every note that was laid down.

I have yet to have an opinion of their new album Offend Maggie since I haven’t listened to it enough.

But they will be coming to town as a four-piece (!!!) on 11/14 at the Echoplex with Experimental Dental School, one of my favorite little bands that could in the last several years. Who wants to come?

Photo by Daisuke Shimote on deerhoof.killrockstars.com

This was my first time ever in New York, and the first vacation I had taken in like forever. The original intent in going to New York was to watch a game at Yankee Stadium before it was destroyed.

Before leaving, the biggest concern I the plane ride. No, I’m not one of those wackos who’s afraid of plane rides. The biggest problem was the fact that I hadn’t been on a plane since I was 14, two years before I started smoking. Fortunately Target brand Nicotine patches helped take the edge off. But I won’t lie – once I stepped out of the terminal at JFK I chain smoked three cigarettes before I hailed a cab.

Once I got my hotel, I was just in awe of the skyline all around me. It could have been the heat and humidity that was suffocating me bit by bit, but I was still in awe.

Thankfully Wifey was there to escort me around during the evenings and donate his NFT guide for my stay there. Although I still opted to get lost when I went out exploring by myself, it was still very useful especially those train maps.

And speaking of the trains, how fucking civilized are they? Oh my word! It was so nice not having to worry about a car or parking or any of that nonsense I have to worry about here in LA. I could just go out, get hammered and know that some how I would be able to make it back to my hotel room.

Here are selected photos of my NY trip. I have more, but they were shit.

I would totally move to New York if the weather was more agreeable and the time zone was better. Seriously, having to stay up past midnight to watch national games? That’s why I love the west coast. (And with that statement, I realize what a pathetic sports fag I am).

Anyhow there it is. It is still a urine drenched city that I always thought it was. Only I really love that urine smell. 🙂 I guess I’m a piss pig? Um. No comment.

Shit. Now I wanna go back.

This was my first time ever in New York, and the first vacation I had taken in like forever. The original intent in going to New York was to watch a game at Yankee Stadium before it was destroyed.

Before leaving, the biggest concern I the plane ride. No, I’m not one of those wackos who’s afraid of plane rides. The biggest problem was the fact that I hadn’t been on a plane since I was 14, two years before I started smoking. Fortunately Target brand Nicotine patches helped take the edge off. But I won’t lie – once I stepped out of the terminal at JFK I chain smoked three cigarettes before I hailed a cab.

Once I got my hotel, I was just in awe of the skyline all around me. It could have been the heat and humidity that was suffocating me bit by bit, but I was still in awe.

Thankfully Wifey was there to escort me around during the evenings and donate his NFT guide for my stay there. Although I still opted to get lost when I went out exploring by myself, it was still very useful especially those train maps.

And speaking of the trains, how fucking civilized are they? Oh my word! It was so nice not having to worry about a car or parking or any of that nonsense I have to worry about here in LA. I could just go out, get hammered and know that some how I would be able to make it back to my hotel room.

Here are selected photos of my NY trip. I have more, but they were shit.

I would totally move to New York if the weather was more agreeable and the time zone was better. Seriously, having to stay up past midnight to watch national games? That’s why I love the west coast. (And with that statement, I realize what a pathetic sports fag I am).

Anyhow there it is. It is still a urine drenched city that I always thought it was. Only I really love that urine smell. 🙂 I guess I’m a piss pig? Um. No comment.

Shit. Now I wanna go back.

Everything here exploded, and I’ve had to start from scratch. Bitches.

I get home yesterday from NY. Now I’m sick. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

I mean, I know I have a tendency to get sick when I take a vacation. But this is just fucking ridiculous.

Switchblade Symphony – Clown

Front Line Assembly – Mindphaser

:wumpscut: – Die in Winter (Haujobb Mix)

I’m such weak sauce.

Yup I went to see them again, and you can read my review at LAist. They’re one of the few current bands out there that I like a lot. One thing I forgot to mention in my review was how many dykes there were at the show. I love me some dykes so it was just reassuring to see them in full force.

Things have been quite hectic, so much so that all I do on the weekends is stay in and vegetate. Really. I’ll wake up, go on the internets, watch some movies and roll over and go to bed for the night. But come Monday I know that things will go 100,000 mph yet again.

The only problem is that now my weekends are so boring. I need to remedy this right away.

Flickr Photo by Capital M

In mid-September Ben, Cathi and I will converge upon New York City to take in a game at Yankee Stadium. You heard it correctly. Three die hard Dodger fans will be traveling to New York City for a Yankees game.

But I’m planning on being in the city for around four days. Now I’ve never been to the Big Apple, so I need recommendations for the weirdest and most interesting places to go. There is no way I want to be with throngs of cattle going to Time Square and all that other nonsense.

I don’t travel very often and rarely take a vacation, so I am really really excited.

Photo by Sirmichael

If anyone wants to know what goes down at an LAist BBQ, this is pretty much it. Yes that’s me deepthroating a bacon-wrapped hotdog while sweating like a greased hog since it was 400 degrees outside. It didn’t help that earlier I climbed the Baxter staircase for a piece I was supposed to write months ago but couldn’t because of my sciatica.

And why is it that I’ve been obsessed with Skinny Puppy and Otis Redding the past couple of weeks?

So I did my best impersonation of a sports reporter today. I got press credentialed for this afternoon’s Chivas USA game against the New England Revolution at the Home Depot Center. It was a fun game despite their loss.

Being a press box virgin I had to keep reminding myself of the unspoken rule of the press box: do not cheer. There were many times when Chivas made an offensive push, but I had to keep in mind that rule.

Another thing that came up was right before the second half. A guy sitting next to me who writes for Goal.com asked me whether I thought a certain player would be playing in the second half. I bullshitted my way out of it, but I hardly had the balls to say that this is only my second professional soccer game I’ve attended and I barely know what an offsides call is.

So that was my afternoon.