Blogging at GR.

Today has been busy as hell. 3 news stories. I know, 3 news stories; that’s not much; so what? But 2/3 of those were original pieces that I had to do.

Here’s the first of the originals: http://globalrhythm.com/worldnews/LosTigresDelNorteSetToTourTheUS.cfm

And the second:

http://globalrhythm.com/worldnews/WomexMakesInitialAnnouncementOfShowcaseLineup.cfm

 

I researched until my brain passed gas.

I think this blog has become less and less eloquent with each entry. For that, I apologize.

Ontop of that, every time I tried to paste something from MySpace, my Word document would freeze up and I’d have to restart the computer. If I was lucky, what I typed was preserved; if not, I had to retype everything. Swear to God, sometimes I want to strangulate this monitor.

I want to see Pineapple Express soooo effin badd man.

Movies I’ve seen recently:

The Dark Knight: Off the shizzle

Old School: Sucks like donkey fecal waste

Mysterious Skin: MASTERPIECE

The Savages: Depressing but well-acted

10 Things I Hate About You (For the 3rd time): Awesome, awesome, awesome.

 

I love Joseph Gordon-Levitt. He is amazing. I’ve been infatuated with him since 3rd Rock From the Sun. And he has only gotten hotter I mean more talented over time.

I plan on writing another entry soon about this book I’m reading and how awesome the author is. The thing is, I’ve got connections to meet him. Distant connections, but still. Please stop laughing.

Wow, it looks like I was high when I typed this.

So I finally cracked open my new Virgins CD and it’s AMAZING. So groovy, so retro-punk, so much attitude, so laid back, etc. etc.

Some tracks are severely different from their originals in the EP, but they’re still good. “Love Is Colder Than Death,” for instance, is slowed down– perhaps it’s the slowest ditty on the whole album. Personally, I prefer the grittier version more, but this still rocks.

Best tracks? “Rich Girls,” of course, and “Hey Hey Girl,” which really impressed me. The guitar riffs matched the lead singer’s enunciation of every other word in the chorus. “Murder” and “One Week of Danger” are also great. I already listened to the CD twice in a row now. I think I’m addicted.

The singing sounds like a drunkard’s slurring, the music itself is sloppy, but that only helps The Virgins’ effort. This music is probably what a night out at a crazy bar in New York City feels like. And who to better convey it than a group of four lads who hail from New York City?

I’m gonna attempt to write this while still a bit buzzed.

I’ve got a fevah! And the only prescription…is more Dengue! Dengue Fever that is!

Wow, that was lame.

Anyway, I was reppin’ GR at Summerstage today. Dengue Fever and two other bands performed, and ohmygollyness, it was awesome.

Went there with Tad and Alex. The former wore his distinguished Editor’s Note hat and the latter wore his Australianness. I wore my trademark scowl, as per having had the shittiest morning in C-town with my folks and because as of late, I’ve forgotten how to make my mouth smile.

Because I live in a pod, this was my first real concert. I helped sell a coupla issues before Tad egged me on to “rock it,” and deciding Why not? I ran off into the crowd. At the sight of my little Zenbumedia pass around my neck, the crowd just kinda…parted to let me get to the front. I felt like Jesus.

Best part? Meeting Dengue Fever, getting pics taken with them, getting their autographs. So fucking surreal.

Worst part? Using the portapotties, or however you spell them. Got unidentifiable orange stuff on my new Chuck Taylors, had no sink to wash my hands to quell the OCD voices in my head, etc. Ontop of that, I opened the door of a portapotty to find a man urinating in it. That was…awkward. I promptly ran back to blend in with the crowd so he wouldn’t find and beat me.

Getting back was kind of a nightmare. Tad’s directions to the station just slipped out of my Corona-addled brain and I ended up walking from 70something street to 59th and Lex, only to have the 4 train take me halfway, leaving me to take the 5 to Bowling Greenandblahblahblah. You’re getting bored, aren’t you.

Let me sum it up for you then: Today was fanfuckingtastic. Needless to say, I smiled. For the first time in ages.

Finally saw my Sa Dingding piece in magazine form today and MAN was that exciting. I still can’t believe it. I feel legit now.

Also typed up my lead review for Natalia Clavier’s Nectar and ran over the word count by 100 words. It’s kinda rough, but I’m proud of it. The tough part was finding bio info on Clavier that wasn’t in the press release. Practically every site I stumbled across had the exact same info– word for word– as the press release, which got annoying, fast. But her story of how she came to fame is pretty cut and dry, I suppose. Liked music as a kid, moved to a music hot spot, got discovered, made a record, etc. etc. Good record though. I think I conveyed that sentiment better this time around.

In other news, I fear my soul is dying.