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OMG! I know! I’m freaking out too over here! I TOTALLY cannot believe that Mariska Hargitay from Law and Order got married!! I heard the news and I was like Oh no she didn’t! Then I was like “Oops! She did it again.” I kid, of course. Ahhh, Brit. Are your days of hitting Exxon bathrooms barefoot, stuffing thyself with Cheetos and Mountain Dew and overtanning gone forever? God, I hope not. Who would 14 year olds have to look up to? Norah Jones? Joss Stone? More importantly, if you could give le Brits a wedding present, what would it be? For me, it'd be one of those giant tubs of cheese balls that they sell at like Sam's Club. You know the ones that are the size of a pony keg. Yeah, that.
All I know is that I wish I’d have had the foresight to pick a flower, stick it in a Ziploc and made a cool grand. (Hurry! Offer ends soon!)
* Next: I made the long, long haul out to Hoboken, New Jersey (conclusion: it’s that state’s Georgetown, only without the Exorcist stairs and also without Madeline Albright’s house) to Maxwell's to see a fantastic new(ish, to the scene anyway) band called Paris, Texas (not the place -- ahh what a difference a hyphen makes -- or the movie). They’re straight up power pop with serious punk leanings. The show rocked harder than your grandma sittin' on her favorite chair on the porch. Lead singer Scott Sharpe (who’s totally cute by the way, ladies. Um, I maybe shouldn’t have said that since my boyfriend is friends with them, but whatever. He doesn’t read this. I hope) is an attention magnet, and he’s got the voice to match his larger-than-life stage hijinx. Bassist Matt Tenneson is sweeter than Georgia peaches, and for that reason alone, you should go buy their album and see them on tour with those hottie Swedish style hounds from Sahara Hotnights. And you should buy it because it’s a totally great album. And because the album title is hilarious: "Like You Like An Arsonist." (*Note: I do not endorse arson. I'mconfident the band doesn't either.)
* Dudes, September is more than halfway through, and you know what that means. It’s almost time for ROcktober! And you know what ROcktober means. CMJ, y’all! CMJ is like Christmas, to me, partially because I don’t celebrate Christmas but mainly because it’s like receiving a bountiful stocking stuffed with musical goodies. And open bars. But it’s really about the music, right? The bleepin’ schedule isn’t out yet, and the bands I want to see are too numerous to enumerate, but this oughta give you an idea.
Also, Interpol tix are on sale! Who wants to be a love and buy me some as a present? For my birthday. Which is in August. What? Come on! You know I'd do it for you! Fine then!
Next, if you’re smart, and I know that you are, you know that the Faint completely rule the dance floor, even if the dance floor is the floor of your bedroom. They have a new album out, and you can read all about it in an interview here.
Dat’s it. Now go download some free mp3s.
<Jam of the moment: "Ears Ring," Rainer Maria>
<Question du jour: Who do I see at CMJ? Holla>
Bye.
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I heard this on a talk show recently and I can't say I disagree:
The jist of the conversation was about gay marriage and how it is an afront to the sanctity of family. This caller rang in and told the host, "Gay marriage does nothing to affect familes." She then added, "What they should ban are celebrity weddings. People like J-Lo and Britney who get married every other month really make marriage seem like a joke. Furthermore, because their weddings are so public many children witness these marriage follies."
Britney good luck! By the way, if you are looking to throw your money away on dirty trash why not just send me a check?!
9/24/04 11:27 AM
His-n-Hers Moon Pies (Pink filling for her, Classic for him) and a case of RC Cola!
Good luck you crazy kids. Thanks for teaching me the meaning of the word "love."