Boombats wrote:Cot damn, honeyisfunny.


The first picture is specially sick.

I cannot take credit - Toby price took them and they're fucking great: www.photosinthedark.com

My friend Mart took this corker too, of Monotonix gent proposing to the Lucky Chua:

Boombats wrote:

Nina wrote:I just finished listening to Funkadelic's By Way of the Drum from 2007.

Really sad that the version of Sunshine of your Love that they do is the best thing on the album.

I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better on me, damnit.

Yeah I wouldn't have listened to that if I were you. However I find P Funk to be a bit overrated, even during their better years. Not un-great, just overrated.

There are a LOT of better funk bands out there... just takes a little digging to get started.

I am guessing the Meters or Lee Dorsey don't get that many spins at the dorm, though, so the first funk band everyone finds when they get to college is....

something George Clinton fronted.


I am back from the beach- tan, rested, and resenting my day job.


Drove all night, keeping myself awake with something from the depths of the iPod- "Exit Planet Dust."

I think Lisa might have awakened in the passenger seat thinking we'd picked up some club kid hitchiker...

dontfeartheringo wrote:I think Lisa might have awakened in the passenger seat thinking we'd picked up some club kid hitchiker...

"Honey, hold this glow stick. I gotta bust a road tinkle in my Fiji bottle."

During a two week visit to Chicago, I've eaten at Kuma's twice. First I had the Mastodon. Then I had the Goblin Cock. My girlfriend had the Lair of the Minotaur and then the Pantera. I'll come back to Chicago just for the cheeseburgers.

Ty Webb wrote:

dontfeartheringo wrote:I think Lisa might have awakened in the passenger seat thinking we'd picked up some club kid hitchiker...

"Honey, hold this glow stick. I gotta bust a road tinkle in my Fiji bottle."

I know... the ignominy!

Once, crossing from Spain into France in the mountains, I was having that 2am/head collapsing/my-battery-has-completely-died sort of nod-off in the passenger seat of the van, while Keith Duncan (our tour manager) was blasting My Bloody Valentine to keep himself awake.

God, the horrible fucking dreams I kept having! I have a terrible fear of van accidents, after [coughcough] years of touring.... something about that record kept making me jerk awake thinking I was dying.

But, y'know, it's drivers' choice, and whatever it takes to keep it on the road.

I should probably bounce the indie rock sacred cow thread for this, because I might be tempted to say I think MBV is the most horrible shit ever... this may be wholly because of that particular experience, though.

dontfeartheringo wrote:But, y'know, it's drivers' choice, and whatever it takes to keep it on the road.

Pint of cheap ice cream, held in the crotch...

Ty Webb wrote:

dontfeartheringo wrote:But, y'know, it's drivers' choice, and whatever it takes to keep it on the road.

Pint of cheap ice cream, held in the crotch...

I don't want to hear about your sex life, dood.

dontfeartheringo wrote:

Ty Webb wrote:

dontfeartheringo wrote:But, y'know, it's drivers' choice, and whatever it takes to keep it on the road.

Pint of cheap ice cream, held in the crotch...

I don't want to hear about your sex life, dood.

Nah. I actually stay awake for the ice cream.

Ba-dum bump! Thanks, here all week. Tip your waitress.

SCHWING!

These ARE the jokes, folks...

I get a regular email about entertainment deals in NYC. I just got one with this headline:
"New York City Ballet Presents Balanchine's Jewels"

with this image:



While I admit that Mr. Balanchine apparently has quite a set of jewels on him, I'm not sure they need presenting.