ArGentina G

Former GOLD STREET BOY Danny reports in from Argentina:

F: do the icelanders believe you now?

G: yeah, we´re cool now, speaking of MY asshole, last night i made empanadas and drank till 4 in the moriing. And while tasty, probably not the best mix, and i felt like crap this morning, and i had a tour that left at 7AM on what i though would be a bus with a bathroom but turned out to be a minivan without one...

F: oh christ

F: womens?

G: i hooked up for a bit w a Norwegian chick a few nights back, but would you like to hear the rest of my story

F: i would please

G: so the guide starts in about 5 minutes into the trip and he´s like, this is a 15 hr tour with few stops in between and we´re going to pretty remote places...and i now literally in my gut there is no way i can do this without shitting my pants, but i figure maybe i can do this...then he starts saying that at a good portion of the trip were gonna be at some crazy ass altitude and he highly recommends chewing on coca leaves (what they make cocaine from) to combat alltitude sickness...

F: oh boy, im laughing out loud at the moment

G: so at that point were about 15 in, and i could handle the coca leaf business if my mind and body were right, but i´m like shit, this coca leave business will probably just stimulate the shit right out of me. so i get up and tell the guy, dude, i´m really not feeling well and this thing has no bathroom...

F: LOLOLOL. Im so posting this

G: and he´s like, what do you want me to do. And I´m like well, i think you gotta stop and let me off. And he´s like but this is a bad hood. and i´m like normally that would give me pause, but not right now. so he says i don´t know if we´re gonna be able to find a bathroom around here. so i said, you know what, if you could just stop the van and call me a cab and i´ll just cut me losses. so that´s what he did. and i got back to the hostel and had my most humiliating shit to date

G: you are very silent...

F: im crying

G: i´m dan hamill

F: god bless you yes you are, can i post this

G: sure

F: was the norweigian there

G: no, she´s in boliva i think. that was back in iguazu falls, i´m in salta

F: did you find cerati

G: brb

F: WHAT? Where the fuck are you going?

G: need to pay the meter

F: what you have a car?

G: i´m at an internet cafe

F: with your car?

G: if i had a var i would have avoided the above story

F: true

G: car

F: did you feed your meter

G: fed

F: tell me about the norwegian

G: the only cerati story i have is that i went to a few cafes in buenos aires and i wasn´t that moved. not much local colour and the TV was playing U.S. pop with english subtitles, then i saw this place that kinda looked like a tapas bar and i went in and was greeted with the sounds of cerati on the stereo, and when i left about an hour and a half later i heard nothing but him. needless to say i enjoyed the place. it was obviously a mad local spot with the only toursit being me

F: thats the flavour of life

F: First Norwegian in 35 years!

G: not a ton to tell about the norwegian, just a drunken make out. besides, i need some stories to tell in person

F: ok. i have to go to lunch, but i will post your adventures


This is what imagine to be the visual interpretation of the story you have just read:



THURSDAY FOLLOW UP CHAT:

G: what up. just killing time till my bus takes me back to buenos aires in an hour

F: your humiliating shit is popular

G: oh, there´s more

F: oh? do tell

G: too tired to type it out, i´ll tell you when i get back. but it ends with me drunk at 6am in a huge puddle of water and my cell phone is fucked

F: lol

G: i had to buy a goddamn watch, the phone was the only way i had the time

F: oh my lord
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Scenes From A House Show

First ever TNA NY House Show. Down the block at Webster Hall. Crowd was mental. Everything that sucks about the booking was nowhere to be found. Just straight up wrestling and good wrestling at that. A very fun evening thanks to this guy who hooked up the tix:



He's a class act. And a helluva performer. Great main event. THESE guys are straight up NYC and know how to work a crowd:



Joe is gonna KILL YOU and he is mad over as well:



This is for Matt so he knows that Angle retained:



This of course was the highlight because at one time I was basically the backyard version of him:



I missed G who is in ArGentina, but Irene took all these sweet pix and about 200 more!

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As always, for the LADIES...

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A Wake-Forest University researchers have concluded that teens who watch pro wrestling are more likely to be violent, smoke, or have unprotected sex. They came to this conclusion after performing a study on 2,300 people between the ages of 16-20 years of age. “It may be the case that kids who have a personality that leads them to be aggressive gravitate to watching wrestling on TV,” Dr. Mark Wolfson is quoted as saying in a report published by the Southern Medical Journal.

Wolfson told Reuters Health, which covered the story today, that it is “definitely possible” that TV wrestling affects teenagers’ behavior. One of Wolfson’s previous studies determined that teenage girls who watched wrestling were more likely to get into fights or carry a weapon at later points of their adolescence.

"you are laughing at a level that is not worthy of your own joke"

Last week was one of those cool weeks where you have tons planned, everything goes off without a hitch and life is just cool. There were the usual work related dramas and bullshit, which I keep most of you out of (and I apologize to the MOGpac on Valentines Day for my constant distractions), but all in all, a killer week and weekend. Lets get into the good shit....

THURSDAY: Valentines with Dulli. Long awaited. Much anticipated and, well, decent. The Gutter Twins came to Bowery for their first ever show and we, Problem 1: did the remarkable, we all showed up for Dulli gig sober. Problem 2: so did he. Problem 3: The Gutter Twins album is good. Only good. Problem 4: The live show is the Twilight Singers plus Lanegan, which is great if this was a TS show (and it was last time when he guested), but now this zombie is onstage the whole time and he sucks the life out of things. Problem 5: A band where Dulli is half the band is only half of Dulli. Problem 6: The Kidd pussied out, which explains Problem 1. We'll see in March if they've worked out the kinks, but I am keep expectations low. It was an ok gig, I enjoyed it, but it was certainly lacking the Dulli magic. I could think of a lot of bullshit ways to spend V-day, you know? I chose the pic cause if you look close enough to the top right, that douche Mighty Fine is doing his bullshit dance in the background...



Anyway, after that, in the midst of some work drama, I needed a Pretzel so we went to that German hole Loreley and was told no pretzels. So we walked out. Then we realized was had no place to go and walked back in. Needless to say I wanted to kick this waitress in the cooter cause she was so mean and couldnt get me a fucking Pretzel yet was able to bring Danny some sausage and cheese. What the G is that all about? We had a few drinks, talked Harry Potter and the controversial EXTRAS finale and called it a night.

FRIDAY, I was beat. Though we were not fucked up the night before it was still a late night and duty, as always calls. However, that night, Irene and I walked a block over to check out the genius of EDDIE IZZARD, who, for reasons only Matt Gentile knows, was playing a tiny venue near our apartment. We waited a long time in the cold but it wasn't so bad cause it was fun watching Irene mark out for the actor Linus Roache, who was Batman's dad in BEGINS and now kicks it with Sisto on Law and Order, which of course is her favourite shit ever on the TV. Anyhow, we had good seats, Izzard came on and he was so goddamn funny it hurts.



It's obvious he is honing some new act, and there were kinks, but that made it more fascinating to watch. There were certain bits that on paper seem so not funny but when he delivers them are fucking genius. He did get a good one on some guy in a balcony who said something to him and the guy was laughing at his own joke and Izzard said something like the quote that headlines this blog. Pop City. I can see why Matt stalks this genius.

SATURDAY was the day of Pesto Power. I'll leave that one to your imagination. Anyhow, I found my ass back in the vocal booth starting what is certainly the last of what I have to do on this epic years in the making album. Isn't it? Anyway, I hadn't been in the booth in ages so I was pretty nervous, especially after all the "training" and all. So we started with a simple one, LENINGRAD (youll hear it soon enough), and a good few hours of work yielded some good results. So we worked all morning into the afternoon and we got the vocals down and we're both pretty flipping happy with it. I'm listening to it now as we speak and am feeling good. So this week I am sure I will be on to the next tune. We're getting there.

I left B's, grabbed Irene, and met B again, this time with Al, and we brought it uptown to Lincoln Center to finally see the Joy Division doc, which is only being shown twice on a screen here in the city before it gets chucked out on DVD. It's a shame too, because the movie is fucking amazing. It's weird to see them talk so much about this era. You get a real sense of what was going on with these guys and with Ian, the city of Manchester etc. and it's really well made. The whole thing is first class and should be making the rounds in cinemas. It's a crime. We really enjoyed it and of course Hooky is the usual clown in it and I love the man. It's especially touching at the end where they crossfade current New Order performing JD songs with footage of them as kids playing the same song. Awesome. We were gonna stick around for the Q&A but then it got really film school wack so we bailed, went to Lovely Day, had a late bite, including some sick fucking awesome flourless chocolate cake. It was only when we started walking home that I realized I drank a whole bottle of unfiltered sake and was feeling pretty good. Then we slept.

SUNDAY: Was the day of rest and when I say day of rest, i don't mean sitting on our asses watching TV (that comes later), it's go out and enjoy the city, buy some CD's (well, she did, nothing I wanted came in), and then eat like champs in Brooklyn (real Brooklyn Coney Island)with my folks. Then I came back and watched and awesome WWE PPV, which had the single greatest Dan Hamill inspired finish to a world title match ever. I actually called Danny while he was on the plane waiting to take off for Argentina and we laughed like monkeys. I think they yelled at him on the plane. I don't even know how to describe this ending properly, but do you remember in NAPOLEON DYNAMITE when Napoleon bitch slaps Kip and runs off? Now imagine Randy Orton, WWE Champion, slapping the Ref like that. FUCKING HILARIOUS. I could not handle it I watched it over and over. Whoever booked that should get a raise.

Anyway, I'm off to Toy Fair, which will probably suck (it did except for SPIRIT related stuff)

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The Holy Shit.

Music Weekend

This was music weekend. We were focused and determined and we made shit happen. It was fun and productive. Instead of rambling, you can see.

SATURDAY: We busted out THESE, and JAMMED the fuck out of a song still called CREATION PHASE. We cracked it wide fucking open and are very close to having a good tune:



The Dog was bored, as always, but I did save his life from Death By Toilet Paper (really) while B was out getting beers:



Usually I try to sound like this:



But not on that day. We rocked like rockers rock when they rock. B is getting all Cerati meets Killing Joke. Fierce. He is also a producer:



Then I drank with Irene's friends at their fave lesbian bar which was weirdly filled with NYU kids. I was so confused.

SUNDAY.

Saintface ARRIVES:



First we had our usual beers and chat, which usually goes a few hours. We also listened to this:



Then we got to work on this track:



While Peter sang and B worked the controls, I drank almost all of these:



Peter was dead excited to be finally done with his parts for the album. He should be celebrating. He kicked massive fucking ass on this song and owned it. Again. We played him the next round of shit and he seemed keen on it, so maybe Peter will show up on HF3.1:



And no one was happier to see us go than this young lady:



Then Saintface went home and I met up with Irene and her friend who were just finishing dinner, but nicely ordered me some Korean takeaway.

Now, I have no choice. It is my turn to sing. I have no more excuse. Wendy bless me.

BONUS BEARD UPDATE:



The strike is over, Keep the beard? Kill it? What say your ass?

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YES.

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A new era of Star Wars entertainment begins in 2008 when Star Wars: The Clone Wars, from creator George Lucas, premieres as an all-new feature film in August, followed by the television series debut in the fall, in a partnership announced today between Lucasfilm Ltd., Warner Bros. Pictures and Turner Broadcasting System Inc.

Produced by Lucasfilm Animation, Star Wars: The Clone Wars takes audiences on incredible new Star Wars adventures, combining the legendary storytelling of Lucasfilm with an eye-popping, signature animation style. Star Wars: The Clone Wars will open in North American theaters Friday, August 15. International release dates will be announced soon.

Too Lazy To Type...

I have been, as Jared would say, "off the grid"...so i will give you a quick recap of what's been happening and where things are going...

I co-produced a movie that came out on DVD on Tuesday, you can check it out here:



http://www.turokthelegend.com/

These guys have been gettin' on with it (Pre BEARD):



Tomorrow, this guy comes over:



Valentines will be spent with my sweetie, some MOGpac assholes, and these mens:



Next Friday (not last night as I thought), we will see this genius thanks to Matt:



This is a good place to eat in Brooklyn:

http://www.locandavinieolii.com/

This is a cute as hell baby who has her own blog:



I'm listening to this:

http://www.myspace.com/pekaproject

I am also listening to this, which Bob is frustrated by:



The other night, me and the idiot convention, watched this:



And we marked out like bitches, though Danny still isn't sure liked it. I did.

Next week, we'll see this FINALLY:



In March, we will see this guy and his band:



I play way too much Facebook Wrestling.

Gotta play some music, asshole. See you later.

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