As I was finally getting my hippie concert blog together I stumbled across another blog that will shock and awe you. Apparently Ann "I will destroy anything not like me" Coulter is a little bit more liberal than we thought. She is in fact a Deadhead, something that can't get any more left wing. I do admit she is an attractive crazy, even though she kind of scares me.
This kid is gonna be the one we snatch out from under Pete Carroll and USC. The song really adds to Cody's achievements. Don't worry a longer post is really coming I swear.
In case you haven't figured out I love on-line videos here is proof.
I came across this in my daily surfing. While reliving my childhood I remembered my poor buddy Bear had never seen this video due to cable TV deficiency as a child. I love it, you love it, bear will love it, Chuck Finley former hurler for the Indians does not.
I know that I said that the next post would be about and hippies and I can only imagine how excited you were, but we’ve had some technical issues with the pictures so the aforementioned blog has been put on hold. Instead I give you tweenies, pop-stars, and why some CDs should only be listened to in private.
Tuesday night I went to see The Fray with Gomez as the opening act. I really like Gomez which was the driving force for me wanting to go the concert (I recommend giving them a listen if you haven’t already done so), and I have the Fray’s second album so what the heck.
I’ll start with this; Gomez should get on their bus after the next show and leave the Fray wherever they are. They need to be like “we’ll see you in Dallas” and then head to LA. I knew the Fray was a bit poppy, but this thing definitely felt like being at a middle school dance. The weird thing was it wasn’t the Fray’s music that was necessarily poppy, but rather the environment. Lots of families were there which I guess is a good thing, but once again Gomez really isn’t what I’d expect a family of four to listen to on the way to grandmas. For that matter neither is the Fray if you break down some of their lyrics. I’m glad kids are interested in music but how do you explain a song about a recovering addict (How to save a life) to 12-yr old? Anyway let the rant continue.
It was such a weird dynamic, as I mentioned there were families, but also lots of people that got off of work on a Tuesday and proceeded to get as drunk as possible. I mean c’mon it’s a Tuesday people have to work on Wednesdays! What were they thinking don’t theses people have jobs?!. Here are a few examples:
A) During one of the slower (and I guess sadder) songs a guy who looked like he was in his late twenties just started crying. He was sobbing into some chicks shoulder. There are three scenarios for his crying: he was so out of his mind drunk that the song just really got to him, he was so drunk the song reminded him of a sad event in his life, or my favorite he was so drunk he thought that was his best way to hook up with the chick he was using as a Kleenex. I hope it was the last one, an unorthodox method to be sure but not one that I could dismiss as one that I’ve never seen anyone use.
B) Then there was this chick that got to her seat about 3 minutes before the show started and was so drunk that she literally had to roll herself over the empty row of seats in front of us. Then after a lot of effort was able to stand for long enough to chug an airplane bottle of what appeared to be vodka before spiking it, raising her hands and screaming about how awesome the Fray was. After all of that exertion she plopped herself down in her new seat for a well earned string of smokes that she took down to the filter every time, a performance I had not seen since DP’s kid and his nephew got together. It was at this time that I turned to Waugh happened and predicted a stomach reversal. The party girl then proceeded to search the ground for something for about 20 minutes. After being entertained for long enough I offered assistance and it turned out she had misplaced her smokes. I looked for a good 10-15 seconds, and then gave up hope. Party girl then stood up, and lo and behold the smokes fell out of her lap, awesome!
C) I had gone to buy beer and satisfy my addiction for t-shirts, when I came back to my seat and some chaachhad his feet on my chair. The professional ass-clown then jokingly told me I couldn’t sit there like we were buddies or something. I retorted that he couldn’t sit in his seat, like we weren’t buddies because we most definitely were not. After I had sat back down, he wanted to talk to me about the Mike and Angelo’s t-shirt I was wearing. Thinking if I just told him where the bar had been he would leave me alone, no dice. After the old Buckhead came up he just wanted to talk about clubs and how disappointing it was the clubs were gone, and how awesome Makos was and blah blah blah. When the Fray busted into a cover of the Shakira featuring Wyclef song Waugh happened and I decided to leave. The guy behind me then went off about us leaving in the middle of the show and how that wasn’t cool. It was then that I realized there is no reasoning with an idiot and best practice was to ignore him.
As we were leaving I was reminded of how great a place Lakewood is for underage drinking. Walking through the parking lot to the car we passed a Georgia State Patrolman and his golf cart (that’s just funny) busting what looked like a 14-yr old girl and boy. All I caught of the conversation was: GSP: where is her brother? Scared shitless 14-yr old boy: he is down the hill, sir. GSP: you better get his butt up here, cause she’s about to go to juvi. Wow the drama was intense, as we were driving out a kid that I assume was her brother was in a dead sprint up the hill. That had to be a tough call to mom and dad.
After all of the events of the concert I realized that my dogging of the Fray for being poppy probably isn’t all that fair. While it is true they sold out I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t have done the same thing. Plus they got my $18 for their last CD that from here on I will only listen to by myself or with Waugh happened as I try to force tears hoping she will make out with me.
*If you are unfamiliar with Gomez check out these videos. Two really good songs and the videos are kind of cool. Also if you listen to music at work check this website out www.pandora.com it’s pretty cool. It takes musical qualities from an artist or a song you enter and caters a radio station to your taste.
This is my favorite Gomez song "Whippin' Piccadilly"
This is a direct result of me having too much time at work. These kids are all going to grow up to be d-bags. This might be a result of an overzealous booster club or a bunch of high schoolers that don't have access to cheap beer, whatever the cause its one of the worst things I've ever seen. This crap would have never happened at The Wood aka The Academy. I really like the digital effects at the end.
To my growing legion of fans don't worry a better post is coming, the breakdown of a hippie concert!
I visited San Francisco a couple of weeks ago to visit my friend Clint. You can read about some of fun here. What didn’t make it into Clint’s post is his love of sailing; the only problem is he doesn’t have a sailboat.
On the way to Alcatraz he confessed his love of the water. Poor Clint, in all of the places he has lived he has never had the opportunity to be a seaman, but now that he is in San Fran the time has finally come.
I’ve compiled a list of reasons of why Clint needs a sailboat (or catamaran, but that’s another argument)
1) Rent: Clint is currently renting a small apartment. Don’t get me wrong it’s nice for one person, but for what he pays he definitely should look at other options. If Clint buys a sailboat he can live on it and have views like this:
Compared with this:
I’m just a simple man, but I like the first view better. In addition to the views he would have equity in something. My understanding of real estate is if you own it not only will you get tax write-offs, but you can sell it for more than you paid for it, apartments not so much.
2) Gas: When I was out in the “City by the Bay” I noticed gas prices were through the roof. According to AAA gas in San Francisco averages $3.40. Clint works at the airport so he driving close to 30 miles a day. Bottom line he is burning through some gas. Let’s look at the alternative; sailboats run off of wind, which last time I checked was $0 thanks to old Mother Nature. The airport is right next to the water so it would be easy to tie the boat off and just walk across a runway to get to his office. So right there the sailboat is paying itself off.
3) Status: Everyone knows that we are judged by society on our possessions. I can’t think of a better “look how well I’m doing” symbol than a sailboat, well a plane would be better, but that’s not an option. As we were cruising over to the Rock I couldn’t help but notice all of the sailboats and think to myself “wow look at all of those wildly successful people”. Another benefit is you can look down on other boat owners that use only gas powered motors, and call them ruffians since they obviously aren’t classy enough to use the traditional means of boating.
Besides money and power that go along with status there is the obvious respect of the opposite sex or same sex, whatever it’s San Francisco don’t judge.
4) Recreation: Clint is a pretty active guy, so he needs a hobby other than drinking and smoking. He talked about wanting to get into sea kayaking while I was visiting. While I agree sea kayaking would be cool, think how much cooler sailing would be. Let compare:
While Barb, the sea kayaker, looks like she is having fun if you look at the people on the sailboat they are laughing about a sea kayaker they just rammed. For Clint’s recreational safety I think the sailboat is a better choice. If he still wants the sea kayak he can strap it on deck and dabble with it in shallow coves.
These are just a few reasons why Clint’s most important decision to make is what he should name his sail boat, my personal choice would be The Don’t Come a Knockin’, but that’s a discussion for another day.
Yesterday the Nathan's hot dog contest went down. Congrats to Joey Chestnut for dominating 66 dogs, his performance is impressive. The reigning champ Kobayashi suffered a "reversal" as the announcers put it, if you don't know what I'm talking about just watch the video.
After watching the competition I couldn't help but think about how the rest of the world just looks for fodder like this competition to hate us. Oh well I'll have mine with spicy brown mustard.
I’m just a simple man, but I like the first view better. In addition to the views he would have equity in something. My understanding of real estate is if you own it not only will you get tax write-offs, but you can sell it for more than you paid for it, apartments not so much.
3) Status: Everyone knows that we are judged by society on our possessions. I can’t think of a better “look how well I’m doing” symbol than a sailboat, well a plane would be better, but that’s not an option. As we were cruising over to the Rock I couldn’t help but notice all of the sailboats and think to myself “wow look at all of those wildly successful people”. Another benefit is you can look down on other boat owners that use only gas powered motors, and call them ruffians since they obviously aren’t classy enough to use the traditional means of boating.
Besides money and power that go along with status there is the obvious respect of the opposite sex or same sex, whatever it’s San Francisco don’t judge. 
While Barb, the sea kayaker, looks like she is having fun if you look at the people on the sailboat they are laughing about a sea kayaker they just rammed. For Clint’s recreational safety I think the sailboat is a better choice. If he still wants the sea kayak he can strap it on deck and dabble with it in shallow coves.