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Saturday, August 09, 2003I forgot to mention that, at the concert, I saw a girl wearing possibly the most offensive T-Shirt ever. Superimposed over a map of Vietnam was the following: PARTICIPANT South East Asia Games 1961 - 1975 ...and then the punchline: SECOND PLACE posted by Nate on 1:26 AM link Friday, August 08, 2003I caught the X-Ray Roger Jimmy show tonight in South Bend, part of the Budweiser concert series. They're a regional band that has had a few hits on mp3.com and recorded four albums. They can really play, but they were almost too professional tonight. The banter with the crowd didn't seem genuine, dare I say "Clinton-y"? Not that they were smarmy, maybe just a bit tired or bored. A few of the guys from 2 Northwest were in the crowd, which really drove home the point-- when they played the same concert series they were nowhere near as slick with the crowd but made up for it with genuine enthusiasm. Also, XRJ's set list didn't really fit an outdoor concert. At a club, you want to have a few beers, listen to music, maybe sing along. At an outdoor concert, you want music you can dance to. They played too much classic rock, although they led off with a dynamite cover of The Doors' "Roadhouse." But some of it... For example, why on earth did they play John Mellencamp's "Pink Houses"? Um, no. A) it's a depressing song about how the working man gets screwed over by the uncaring capitalist system. B) Mellencamp songs remind us that no matter how close to Chicago we are and how urbane our city is, we're still in Indiana, the cornfed hayseed redneck state, the original home of the Ku Klux Klan. Mellencamp sucks. The band also tried to be quirky and play "guilty pleasure" songs from Poison, Bon Jovi, etc. It was funny the first time, but after that it got old. If you're going to play 80's glam rock, at least bust out some Motley Crue or Guns N' Roses. But seriously, this isn't outdoor concert music. Come on, fellas, I want upbeat music I can get my schwerve on to (music on to which I can get my schwerve? Geez, I need grammar lessons; too bad I wasn't an English major. Wait a minute...) This quirky music isn't getting the job done; we want the funk! They pulled off a hammed-up version of Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline," but rather than get the crowd jiggling like a Bill Cosby Jell-O mold, it made me want to spend the weekend in a comfortable chair listening to my scratchy "Hot August Night" LP, sipping Corvosier and perhaps smoking some non-ephedra containing herbal supplements. Somehow I doubt that was the effect X-Ray Roger Jimmy had in mind. posted by Nate on 2:02 AM link Thursday, August 07, 2003Nothing is going on in the news, and I need a few days to blow off steam and act like a drunken idiot. Without committing it to Internet posterity, that is. Blogging will be intermittent at best this week. Later on, mah homies. posted by Nate on 12:17 AM link Tuesday, August 05, 2003The Stanley Cup was missing for 24 hours. It has now been recovered, so you can sleep easy.  posted by Nate on 2:35 AM link Sunday, August 03, 2003There were a few awful movies on cable last night. Not that I watched them, but bad tv movies are like SARS-- you need to be aware of their existence so you can take action to avoid them. One such movie was Showgirls, starring Elizabeth "Saved By the Bell" Berkeley. That movie was pretty much the divinding line between the pre-Internet and Internet age; way back when, you had to check out terribly written R rated "dramas" to see celebrity boobies. Soon after the film came out, however, Windows 95 offered relatively cheap and easy Internet access, and poorly Photoshopped celebrity nude sites popped up all over the 'Net. Ah, the memories. For some odd reason, Showgirls was on VH1, the music channel. I don't think much of the film had anything to do with adult contemporary music, so I have no idea why it was on. Also, since it was VH1 they probably edited out a bunch of the nudity. And Showgirls without nudity is like alcohol-free vodka. So what's the deal? Were the programming execs drunk? Smoking crack? Speaking of crack, you've probably seen this article by now. A TexArkana convenience store is in trouble for selling brown paper bags that contain the ingredients for a do-it-yourself crack pipe. The ingredients are a glass pipe, a lighter, and steel wool, which is used to filter the crack vapors. Read that again. A filter. For crack. Maybe it's just me, but I would think that the first hit off the crack pipe is harsh, but it doesn't matter after that. Because you are HIGH ON CRACK. Most crackheads don't care about the noxious, choking crack-smoke entering their bodies in the same way that winos learn to live with the taste of Mad Dog 20/20. In fact, if you were a crackhead, you wouldn't care if a miniature version of Iron Butterfly entered your gullet and pounded out the twenty minute drum solo from "Inagadda Davida" on your lungs. They don't smoke crack for the smooth, robust flavor, folks. Also, why use steel wool as a filter? That doesn't seem very effective to me. Not only are you inhaling caustic burning death, but you're inhaling caustic burning death plus smoldering pieces of Brillo Pad. What genius came up with this? Why not go all-out and use asbestos insulation instead? Because it's not like crack smokers are going to live long enough to develop mesothelioma. And if they do they can file a multimillion dollar class-action law suit, and millions of dollar can buy quite a bit of crack. posted by Nate on 4:19 PM link
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