This last week has been so righteous that I’m kind of exhausted from all the kick-assery. I put up Christmas lights, took a lazy vacation day, found a real home for the rescue kitty, sent off one of my best drinkin’ buddies into the wild yonder of a new company, met some new friends, AND let’s not forget that I fucking sang with Poradova, which to date is The Coolest Thing That’s Ever Happened to Me.
But today. Today is the day that my gorgeous beast of a man gave me my key to the NEW TOTALLY RIGHTEOUS HOWSE! Oh my good GAWD, y’all. I am beside myself. I would post a picture of it, but then you’d all probably stalk me and mutilate my body whilst raping it, so I’ll have to let you imagine how fricking gorgeous and amazing it is. I’m gonna have a real porch, bitches! Ok, I’m hyperventilating and must go lie down now, but please, marinate in my good chi!! I’m happy to share.
Pitch + Poradova = LOVE!!!
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Ok, so this may not give y’all Osco Syndrome like it does me, but I’m here to say that Poradova is number one on my Best Discoveries of the Year list.
What’s more exciting, is that The Pitch totally knows how much ass they kick!! Plus, they all but took a crap on the chests of other bands that were reviewed in the same article. Hooray!
I’ve posted the highlights below, but you can hook yourself up phat with the full article here:
Ladies’ Night: A local showcase at the Hurricane brings out four female-fronted bands.
By Crystal K. Wiebe, November 22, 2007
The problem with a lot of events and magazine spreads devoted to Women Who Rock! is the underlying prejudice that a woman rocking is somehow novel.
There’s no question that the music industry remains male-dominated, from the guys in suits to the guys at the mic. And that’s reflected on the radio, on TV and in print. But don’t let the legions of dude rockers fool you. Women everywhere shred, scream, beat drums, pound keyboards and sing in the name of rock and roll.
Talented, attractive and authoritative, Poradova frontwoman Sarahjill Bricker is the kind of singer who can make everything else disappear. She had the crowd’s full attention with her soundcheck: a rapid-fire bark of "Check! Check! Check!" followed by a strum-along to a Pixies song that happened to be playing through the PA.
Whereas other performers just stared in helpless frustration at the entry through which the offending hip-hop streamed all night, Bricker shouted, "Shut the door!" and someone scrambled to do it.
Backed by a rotating cast of two guitarists and a couple of drummers, Bricker played keyboard and acoustic guitar. Her blues-tinged notes slid all over the scale in a way that evoked Tori Amos. The end of the set included a rocked-out rendition of Dolly Parton’s "Jolene" and the Pixies song that Bricker teased us with earlier, "Where Is My Mind."
Having to follow that would intimidate any self-respecting musician, and next-in-line Abigail Murphy did appear tense during her band’s prolonged setup...
What’s more exciting, is that The Pitch totally knows how much ass they kick!! Plus, they all but took a crap on the chests of other bands that were reviewed in the same article. Hooray!
I’ve posted the highlights below, but you can hook yourself up phat with the full article here:
Ladies’ Night: A local showcase at the Hurricane brings out four female-fronted bands.
By Crystal K. Wiebe, November 22, 2007
The problem with a lot of events and magazine spreads devoted to Women Who Rock! is the underlying prejudice that a woman rocking is somehow novel.
There’s no question that the music industry remains male-dominated, from the guys in suits to the guys at the mic. And that’s reflected on the radio, on TV and in print. But don’t let the legions of dude rockers fool you. Women everywhere shred, scream, beat drums, pound keyboards and sing in the name of rock and roll.
Talented, attractive and authoritative, Poradova frontwoman Sarahjill Bricker is the kind of singer who can make everything else disappear. She had the crowd’s full attention with her soundcheck: a rapid-fire bark of "Check! Check! Check!" followed by a strum-along to a Pixies song that happened to be playing through the PA.
Whereas other performers just stared in helpless frustration at the entry through which the offending hip-hop streamed all night, Bricker shouted, "Shut the door!" and someone scrambled to do it.
Backed by a rotating cast of two guitarists and a couple of drummers, Bricker played keyboard and acoustic guitar. Her blues-tinged notes slid all over the scale in a way that evoked Tori Amos. The end of the set included a rocked-out rendition of Dolly Parton’s "Jolene" and the Pixies song that Bricker teased us with earlier, "Where Is My Mind."
Having to follow that would intimidate any self-respecting musician, and next-in-line Abigail Murphy did appear tense during her band’s prolonged setup...
Things I Don’t Understand: Part 441
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Child actors make me want to vomit. All over myself. Like Saturday Night Live kind of barf. They are always smiling overzealously, then fucking shit up. Gaah! Exhibit A: The spooky ass kid on Heroes.
I mean, if this kid isn’t getting ready to unhinge her jaw and eat me whole, then I’m your mom. So in searching for video on You Tube to show you bitches just how truly terrifying she is, I found this:
What. The. FUCK? Is it just me, or is it extremely creepy that someone sat down, edited this clip, and put a douchey song to it? And oh my god, there are like 50 of these. All to the same weird little kid and her man pals. Why? Why do they do this?
I have to go lie down and feel dirty now.
I mean, if this kid isn’t getting ready to unhinge her jaw and eat me whole, then I’m your mom. So in searching for video on You Tube to show you bitches just how truly terrifying she is, I found this:
What. The. FUCK? Is it just me, or is it extremely creepy that someone sat down, edited this clip, and put a douchey song to it? And oh my god, there are like 50 of these. All to the same weird little kid and her man pals. Why? Why do they do this?
I have to go lie down and feel dirty now.
Whoops.
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Have you ever gotten kinda drunk and like, forgotten your audience? Say, for instance, you’re playing a friendly round of "I Never" and pose the following truth: I’ve never banged three or more people at this table. In front of your sig other. And they DRINK.
Evidently, I did something similar during a particularly rowdy night out. Somebody brought up this girl that I just can’t stand and I completely went off on a melodramatic rant. Viciously. Like, "Oh my god, I hate her ass, she is such a troll. I mean, seriously, she has sick cankles and most closely resembles Teddy Ruxpin. I want to rip off her face and eat it with salsa!" All of this and more...in front of her best friend.
What’s even more awesome, is that I totally forgot that this even happened and had to be told later what a huge dick I was. Tee hee! Oops. But whatever. I wish I had been more subtle in front of the bitch’s friend, but lemme just tell you something. If someone said even a fraction of what I let loose about my best friend, I would have smeared their ass all over the bar. So I stand by it and say fuck it! Hooray!
Evidently, I did something similar during a particularly rowdy night out. Somebody brought up this girl that I just can’t stand and I completely went off on a melodramatic rant. Viciously. Like, "Oh my god, I hate her ass, she is such a troll. I mean, seriously, she has sick cankles and most closely resembles Teddy Ruxpin. I want to rip off her face and eat it with salsa!" All of this and more...in front of her best friend.
What’s even more awesome, is that I totally forgot that this even happened and had to be told later what a huge dick I was. Tee hee! Oops. But whatever. I wish I had been more subtle in front of the bitch’s friend, but lemme just tell you something. If someone said even a fraction of what I let loose about my best friend, I would have smeared their ass all over the bar. So I stand by it and say fuck it! Hooray!
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