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May 29, 2007

Gobo

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When my bitchin' girlfriend said you was taking me to Gobo for my birthday, I had to laugh. Everyone knows a "gobo" is a lame graphic that is projected on the floors of malls and showrooms. Nevertheless, I had to force back the sanguine taste of pure unadulterated rage. Here's why after the jump...

See, The Advertising and Marketing Industries like to make up silly names for their silly signage, like "gobo." For example:

Neck Hanger (thanx Yung!) — Stupid ring shaped printed advertisement that goes around the neck of a bottle, like a 2 liter bottle of Coke.

Leaner — Laughable single-side printed advertisement that leans against something on a store's counter. (Because the client is too cheap to print on the back or come up off the bread to make it a Standee.)

Roadblock — Insidious name for a webpage whose total ad space is consumed by banners for the same brand. Yawn.

BRE — Business Reply Envelope. BRE sounds important until you realize it's the name of those stupid cards that fall out of the middle of magazines onto your bathroom floor, in front of the toilet. Double yawn.

Bottle "Glorifier" — Particularly obnoxious name for the fancy stands that hold bottles of liquor on barshelves. Sometimes they glow, sometimes they spin, etc... Wow, way to make that bottle of Beam seem drinkable! Pretentious.

Just last night, however, my friend told me last night that "gobo" is Japanese for "root" or something. So what the fuck do I know? I'm so pissed about my bike anyway, just go to Gobo, ok?

Webster Hall PSA

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I saw The Jesus and Mary Chain play last Tuesday at Webster. The band was great, as to be expected, but I had my reservations about Webster because of the last show I attended...

I have discovered that an evil, sinister presence lurks in Webster who is hellbent on ruining otherwise decent shows. And no, it's not these assholes. As a Public Service Announcement, I have painstakingly plotted Webster Hall, encircling the Ring of Suck for concert-going posterity. If you want GoodTimes, stand elsewhere. High Resolution Photography of JAMC after the jump...

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NYC Models/Actors/Caterers

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Everyone knows that models/actors are the funniest and happiest of humans. They love life, and it loves back without abandon.

In NYC, it's hip for models/actors to be aspiring caterers. This way, they can work all the industry parties (you know, the ones with the normal looking people) while secretly soliciting higher-profile pastry ushering gigs.

Check out Buddy here, who stopped (turning on cue) to mug for the camera right as he was simultaneously possessed by Patrick Duffy and Satan.

May 25, 2007

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RDI stands for Random Dope Image. More to come when I fucking feel like it.

This image was taken in the beer garden/live karaoke stage at Pat Pong Night Market in Thailand. I think.

May 24, 2007

Les Paul

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Ever since I found out that Les Paul plays every monday at Iridium, and that he's still alive, I've wanted to check it out. I love The Gibson Les Paul Guitar (mine is a 1975 Recording, and believe it to be the most banging guitar ever. Also, Slash plays them.

So my girl took me there for my birthday last monday, and we had a blast. Sure it was touristy, overpriced and dangerously close to Times Square, but at 92 years old Les isn't gonna be around much longer, so what the hell.

An accute arthritis suffer, Les can't really hit all the notes anymore or stick his signature fretboard hops and fatback strums. But at his age, most of us will be talking to hallucinations of Borat while sitting in our own shit.

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The Wizard of Waukesha could give a fuck. For example, a knucklehead ran up to the stage to take a picture of Les, who proceeded to give him the finger at the last second. Funny! There was a feedback problem at one point, so he stopped the show to scold the dumbass engineer threatening to dock his pay. Ha, Ha! Les likes to talk shit, joke about taking Viagra, and about humping his female bassist. He is a fisty old codger — that of legend.

May 23, 2007

Those wacky Thais

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Thais like to have a good time. They have funny businesses with funny signs. They make the English language work for them. They have zany names like Bam, Bowl, Kunt, and Lik. Anything that is not beer is "Whisky". Would you care for a "message" from Miss Puke? More wackiness after the jump...

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Fine illustration. Sexy, even.

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Terrifing. This gem was found in the bathroom of a bungalow in the jungle of southern Thailand. WTF.

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Hmmmm...

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Word. There was also a gay club called "Balls" somewhere near here.

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Erotic while evoking trust.

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She's so happy now.

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Whiskey(s).

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What a buddy. Not one, but two thumbs up for us.

I am 32 today. I am old.

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...see?

May 22, 2007

Best New Japanese NYC Restaurant Ever

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I found the best new Japanese restaurant ever. It's called Shitz-you. It's pricey (as expected), but the food is excellent, and the portions generous...

May 21, 2007

Would you like a steaming hot cup?

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...of shut the fuck up? I bet you would.

May 12, 2007

White Wine

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This white wine is good. It is light, dry, and affordable. It is Muller Thurgau, Alto Adige, 2005. Here's some more info, because I know you care.

May 11, 2007

Weekend

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Yung and I know what it means to put in a good, hard week of work.

But right now is the weekend for most, and in case you were checking, we both give you the Thumbs Up to go ahead and have a Rockin Weekend. And so does Matt.

May 10, 2007

Blonde Redhead

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My fisty girlfriend took me to see Blonde Redhead play Webster Hall last Tuesday. The show was ok. Just ok.

On a scale of 1-10, it went something like this:

Crowd = -5 (See, it was a 18 and over show. There were alot of lunkhead kids there, sweating Blonde Redhead. Which makes sense because BR's new album 23 is excellent and accesible.)

Band = +5

Crowd + Band = 0 (Otherwise known as the Meh Value.)

Sure, the show sounded good — because it sounded exactly like the album, complete with multiple layers of overdubs suspiciously triggered by engineers some mysterious force other than the members. On the positive side, Simone Pace's drumming was impressive, considering it's presence in the mix of the new album. And, obviously, Kazu is hot.

But, ultimately, you may as well buy 23, smoke a dube and listen to it at home.

May 08, 2007

Yanks PSA

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My man was kind enough last weekend to invite me to share in some Yanks season tickets he scored from his boss. (Ya know, the game with the oddball final loss of 15-11 Mariners...)

Take careful note of this seating assignment friends. Because when we rolled up with beers in hand, we were told; "Ay, disis da sober sextion, no alcohol's loud!"

WTF! Is his boss Amish or something?

One Sunny Day...

A talented ex-co worker of mine has produced this cool piece, entitled "One Sunny Day..." She says it's a contest, so if you're really moved, Sign In to Jumpcut and show love.

I thought Polar Bears could swim, but what the fuck do I know? Clearly Chilly is in danger because there is no more ice around due to God's giant lightbulb in the sky. In any case, this is more than I've ever done for the environment. Nice piece, right?

The Rock and Roll Doctor

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I've heard some musicians and service industry folks talk about "The Rock and Roll Doctor". See, many Americans nowadays don't have insurance; especially artists, musicians, bartenders, etc...

In fact, when I became a freelancer, I took a risk for almost 2 years without health or dental. (Which btw, I finally got my ass in gear and am covered throught The Freelancer's Union.)

Anywho, Dr. R 'n R is in practice on my street. His office falls somewhere in between a tatoo parlor and Frankenstien's lab, but he was just as professional as Clooney during his first day on ER. And he's been serving the LES for quite a while now.

Most importantly Dr. Ores saved me a trip to the diabolical NY DMV by giving me The Eye Exam. Better yet, he declared that I can see, "Good enough to drive."

The Eye Exam was $10! He didn't have change for my $20, so I mentioned a tiny wart on my hand. He said he'd freeze it off and call it even. One stop medical shopping for 20 "Bones".

Thanx, The Rock and Roll Doctor!

May 07, 2007

The Auburn Lull and Soundpool Show

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Auburn Lull is one of my favorite bands, and possibly the finest example of American Spacerock (or, if you like, sub-in my favorite term "Shoegaze.") And, they're still around.

Anywho, one boring day I sniffed around The WorldWide InterWeb, searching for some local NYC bands to root for. I tapped into this whole Spacerock Revival thing that (at least to me) seems to be going on right now. Accordingly, NYC sort of represents. In fact, I stumbled across this; label Loveless Music Group that seems to hype alot of local droners. I know, I know, "Loveless", right? But maybe people with this sort of energy are the flagbearers of the next big medium-sized thing here? Maybe such efforts will help people to finally get over confoundingly successful, yet mediocre bands like McCarren Pool Champions, the fucking Yeah Yeah Yeahs?

So, "What the hell about the show?" you ask? Jump here...

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I had subscribed to the Soundpool list and got an emailed flyer about this show.

I was hurting for good music, since Thailand still bumps such hits as Sting's 1991 smash "Why Should I Cry For You?" from his milestone album, The Soul Cages; or Tracy Chapman's breakthough track, "Freedom Now" from her stellar 1989 release, Crossroads.

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First off, this was a party, not a show. It took place at Aloft. Upon arrival, "Aloft" (or a loft, get it...) was smaller than expected, but was obviously orchestrated by seasoned DIY promoters. There was a bar with good beer and wine, which was complimentary with your $15 admission cost. The sound was good for DIY, and well mixed. There was a video projector slinging out abstractions against the bands and their back walls — always a welcome touch. Lining the far side of the room was a row of windows, out of which you could climb to stand on a mini-terrace 19 floors up offering you a pretty dope view of 38th street's west side, or to the opportunity to smoke grass cigarettes.

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Also, these dandies were even conscientious of how the venue smelled. This was affixed above the can. Wow.

I'm getting tired of writing this entry, so:

Soundpool= Great NYC band if you like Stereolab, Lush and Seefeel.

Auburn Lull = Great Michigan (!) band if you like to space out. In addition, they recreated prefectly much of what they have recorded, which is a pretty good litmus test for bands of their genre.

Aloft = Nice quality-minded place to see an underground show. GoodTimes.

May 01, 2007

Apple iPod Camera Connector

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Everyone knows it's a real sonofabitch to backup photos when you're on vacation.

Until now you either had to wastefully buy a bunch of stupid memory cards or deal with some half-assed photo shop and drop a mint for the transfer(s). Except in Japan, of course, where The Onodasaka Juglar Memory Slot Implant can easily handle both Compact Flash and, of course, Sony Memorystick media. But good luck getting that operation on this side of the pond.

So I got wise to this gem, the Apple iPod Camera Connector. You can find a dorky review here or search The WorldWide InterWeb for more dorky reviews.

The bottom line is that the thing works with Apple Video/Photo iPods. It's basically a fucking jack that you plug into the ass of you iPod, then plug your camera cable into the ass of the Connector. The Connector iPod sucks the photos off your camera, saving them as a "roll". If you want, you can later scroll through the roll to review the shots, although infuriatingly there is no labeling or editing system incorporated.

The thing costs $30 so what the hell, right? But the bitch is that it drains battery life faster than Condi's vibrator on an overnight to Tehran.

Koh Tao, Thailand

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After the madness that is Bangkok, we grabbed a 45 minute flight on Bangkok Airways to the airport in Koh Samui (the largest island of the chain of three, which is now extremely built-up and Euro touristy). Making haste to get the hell out of Samui, we hopped on the Lomprayah Catamaran straight to Koh Tao aka "Turtle Island".

When you stumble off the boat at the island's port of Mae Haad Bay, you are instantly accosted by cabbies ready to take you to your destination, via open-back pickup truck.

Using the power of The World Wide InterWeb, we had called ahead and made reservations at Viewpoint Resort which is on the outskirts of Chalok Baan Kao. These beautiful bungalows are located at the end of the bay, situating them well away from the fisty "dive scene" which is crucial. When you hit the beach, you have to get to the right side of the bay, then make your way down a sketchy boardwalk, through a restaurant (where you have to take your sandals off as you pass through, typical when entering anywhere indoors in Thailand) then proceed down the narrowing beach, making your way up through the jungle-ish hillside to Viewpoint. How's that for a run-on sentence?

Unsurprisingly, the family-run bungalow operation was super chill and boasted a banging restaurant. As a reference, we stayed there 4 nights, eating and drinking heavily the whole time. You pay your bill at the end which was somewhere around 8000 baht or $250 US dollars. Divide this by 3 people and that comes out to around $85 per person which definately equals GoodTimes.

Assorted photos with possible commentary after the jump...

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This was taken en route to Koh Tao, and...

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Half in the bag from drinking beers on the boat, my man, Matt (aka "Tall Matt") looks on in disbelief.

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I like boats. Some are for fishing, and some for diving, (and sometimes the same boat serves for both). Often, your destination is more easily accessible via water, so you can take a Longtail to your destination instead of a taxi, like these champs here. You better know how to swim, cause these babies aren't necessarily passing any safety inspections if you know what I'm saying. And yes, they are outfitted with a 4-cylander auto engine as a motor.

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This is a typical view from the back of your open-back pickup truck taxi.

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This is that sketch boardwalk I was talking about, you could easily take a drunken tumble off the side.

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It looks like this as you make your way to Viewpoint...

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...then you finally find it and it looks like this.

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They have a party patio.

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And a banging restaurant...

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...with this as a view.

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We're trying to figure out what the hell to eat, and if we'll survive today's dive.

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This is the walk up the cliff to our bungalow.

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Which had a dope deck.

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And sunsets that look like this. Holy shit.