Boo!! bitches
Oct 29, 06
Godspeed!
So, last night the lovely girlfriend Karen and I were supposed to rock out at my friend Wes's place in Chelsea for his Halloween party (I'm having one the day after he is, so politically I have to show up to his place if he's going to rock the fuck out at mine). BUT FIRST, we had to go and have a drink (Coca Cola) with a few of my co-workers who were celebrating their last day at Hi Fi bar in the LES.
ANYWAYS, we went to Hi Fi and hung out for about 2 hours as I was waiting to confirm with my crew that they were all going to Wes's. A few said no but I texted Jessica for the address and her status. She said she would be making it and would text me the address to go when she was around there.
Obviously, we didn't end up making it out to the party (we left Hi Fi and went to grab a bite and by the time the text came through, the lovely girlfriend and I were long from energetic). So, Wes, my bad. I'm an idiot for not making it through. I hope all had a fucking mess of a time and that you won't bitch me out if you come by tonight.
Godspeed!
P.S. Boo, bitches!!!!!! is tonight. RSVP or drop me a line for info.
In these times of Capitol area confusion, scandals, and idiotic provocateurs, it's nice sometimes to look back in time to when "Bombs over Baghdad" was little more than the only words white kids knew of an Outkast tune (come on, admit it, you can only remember certain words in there). With that in mind, that dude jeff brings you this addition of our monthly appreciation: Q and not U's "No Kill No Beep Beep".
Brought to us by Dischord (!), these nine tracks are immensely angular, at times sinister and at other moments divine. If you listen to this record alone, in front of your stereo/computer/etc. (no headphones alowed) I guarantee you that you'll not be able to sit still for than a few seconds. Like Bobby DeNiro in Awakenings, you'll find yourself in a post-catatonic compulsive jump-around sense of mood.
The secret word to remember during your listening experience: Spazz! Go here for the record.
Wish you were here, Jess Conway...and everyone else that didn't want to be mentioned by name
Godspeed!
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