I would like to believe that fate has led me to stumble upon my old blog one day after turning 30. Sounds like a good reason to start blogging again. Stay tuned for updates (all three of you).
Like the rest of the country, I’ve caught the Obama fever. As with any of my political affiliations and aspirations, this has caused much dismay to my Mother, (although she’s probably happier that I’m not supporting Billary) who still believes that Obama is secretly a Muslim and a communist.
Check out Obama here in response to claims that his message is ‘just words.’
As if I couldn’t get worse for the most overrated team in football, Bengals’ officials are now taking extreme measures to eradicate a bunch of mischievous pigeons that have begun to shit on unsuspecting fans during home games at Paul Brown Stadium.
Oh the irony.
The AP reports that stadium officials are seeking permission from the city of Cincinnati to “shoot down pigeons that are pooping on Bengals fans’ heads — and in their food and beer — during games.”
They want to take high-powered pellet rifles and gun down these defecating menaces, although not during games. Moral of the story: don’t poop on Bengals fans or in their beer, or you might get capped.
Now this was originally confusing to me, because the Bengals defense gets shit on repeatedly on Sundays, and nobody gets killed. But then I remembered how many Bengals’ players have been arrested in the past three years.
You do math. The pigeons are only the start.
If you haven’t heard ‘Baby When The Light’ or ‘Love Is Gone‘ (probably the biggest song in the clubs this summer), then you’ve been missing out. Not to mention ‘The World Is Mine‘ which is one of the best songs I’ve heard in a long time.
If you like those, then download the album, because it’s one of my top in 2007. Right up there with The Field, Kaiser Chiefs, and Spoon.
Here’s a clip of ‘Baby When The Light’.
This year’s trip back to the homeland for ACL was among the more memorable of my now five years of attendance.
Good music, amazing food, great friends, and a little urine. That’s right, urine.
I love going back to Austin for ACL because I get a chance to see a lot of old friends that I don’t normally see. It’s a good excuse for everyone to get together. Every year I tend to see someone that I haven’t seen for a very long time and it is usually pretty interesting. This year was no exception.
On Saturday the little lady and I were hanging out watching Arctic Monkeys rock out when we met up with two friends I went to high school with. One of them, who I won’t name, I had not seen in well over four years. He was a pretty good friend in high school and generally a good guy. Today however, he was WASTED at about 5 PM. Let the comedy ensue.
After stopping off at the beer stand to get what I soon learned was his 10th beer (he was chasing the beers with a plastic bottle full of wine which he would later claim to be acid), we headed over to camp out for Muse.
We picked a good spot close to the stage and the seven people in my current crew and I sat around for a little down time. My old friend, after screaming at everyone for a good 10 minutes for not putting him in their Top 8 on MySpace, and almost burning me twice with his cigarette, decided he needed to go to the bathroom.
You can imagine our surprise when he returned a few minutes later. The bathrooms were not close, and his drunk ass had to navigate through a couple hundred people on blankets.
Now imagine our surprise when we all noticed the very large, very wet spot that had suddenly appeared in a 10 inch radius surrounding the front of his pants.
Yep, you guessed it. He pissed himself.
Now I don’t know what was funnier, the fact that he had pissed himself and clearly did not know this had occurred (wine, anyone?), or that we were all sitting on a blanket and he was standing such that the scene of the crime on his pants was directly in front of our faces, often times waiving dangerously close to the heads innocent bystanders.
The remaining time waiting for Muse was spent watching him try to grope women, yell more about not being in Top 8′s on MySpace, calling my friends from India Brazilians, calling my Native American friend an Indian in front of the Indians, and screaming that he was on drugs. All after having pissed his pants.
After being absolutely annihilated by Muse (more later), it was the consensus of the group that our felon had turned into a repeat offender. He pissed himself again.
Now I can understand Muse making someone piss themselves, but that was ridiculous.
I must admit that had this not occurred, the weekend wouldn’t have been nearly as memorable. It’s great to see old friends. It’s even better when they piss themselves. Twice.
Now, to the music.
Let it be known heretofore that the band called Muse will be placed in the upper echelon of the Brooklyn TX Music Experience with the likes of Pearl Jam, Rage Against the Machine, and Tool. In fact, I would put them ahead of Korn and Deftones.
This band is absolutely amazing – on an entire other level than any band out right now. ACL Festival was my third time to see these blokes (see my MSG review) and they keep getting better and better.
It’s not just the lights, video, and coordination of the show. These guys are amazing musicians that will fucking scorch your face off with some of the hardest shit around. They aren’t associated with some of the harder rock bands, but I have no bones about saying that Muse is just as hard as Metallica. I’ve seen both bands three times.
I’m going to post some videos of Muse at ACL to wet your appetite, but first, here’s my ranking of the bands I saw:
Oh and I’m pissed that missed Peter Bjorn & John although I heard they sucked.
You can check out Wheezy’s take at Why Not.
Now without further adieu, the Muse videos.
A compilation video
Take a Bow
Super Massive Black Hole