Showing posts with label Sorry Sorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sorry Sorrow. Show all posts

Monday, July 23, 2007

Eee eee eee ahh ahh (I am a drumset)


















• "Rorschach Eleven" digital illustration by E. Lamar. (The "E" stands for "Eep.")

• This weekend was crazy. On Friday, I went and saw the much-anticipated Golden Blade III, which ruled and was hilarious and kick ass and awesome. (I think I first heard about GB3 on the same day I met E. Lamar, in like 1911.) Then I woke up ninety minutes later and drove to check out Sorry Sorrow Studios. Super-fun. Sample conversations:

1. "Did you tell that guy that you liked that shoe 'cause the perspective's all fucked up?"
"Yes."

2. "Do you think I should either make tons of money in an impossibly short amount of time, or work in food-and-beverage?"
"Are you serious?"

Tom Breihan, lately, has been talking about Summer Jams, and how there aren't many of them anymore. I've been trying to make a mix of Summer Jams since fucking like May, and haven't been able to find enough of them to be worthwhile. It sucks. I have artwork ready and everything. You guys heard any summer jams lately? Please direct my attention to some damn shit.

• When did that BLACKstreet song "Fix" come out? '96-'97 range? I mean the remix. Do you think that Teddy Riley, Dirty Version-era ODB, that amazing nutjob from Fishbone, and Slash were all in the studio together at one time? Do you have any idea what I would have done to be in that room? Jesus.



(Also you can right click and save ass. Or something. Maybe. Not sure how DivShare works in this regard.)

• Jush, you know how you're going to buy every guitar under the sun from here on out? Buy this one next. (Did you go to work today? You are out of your mind.)

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Thursday, May 24, 2007

He Was a Daredevil Just Like His Old Man


















• Recent conversations with one S. Higginblatt have revitalized my interest in the Dead Milkmen. You want to know what it sounded like to be twelve and me? It sounded like this. I've listened to this album (I, like Higginblatt, had the tape) so many times that I sort of feel like I was at the Trocadero, even though I have never been to the Trocadero.

• Here's another picture from Higginbotham's show:






















Sorry Sorrrow is open for business, or something, complete with new name and Fight Club font (NS;JS) and blog!

• While Icky Thump may not be my all-time favorite White Stripes joint, the video for it is in the top three videos featuring Jack White. (After "Doorbell" and "Steady as She Goes." (You know you got tired of that Lego one after like two views, too, man. It is amazing the first time, but don't front.))

• You know that one guy who used to live on a mattress at the Rut on top of a pile of books and then in my old roommate's room for a summer and then moved to like the Trump towers and eats twelve dollar cheeseburgers and walks a little dog and don't kick it no more? What happened with that guy? He certainly doesn't pick up my phone calls, which sucks, because I want to talk to that dude. (He never had a CFY,K \ Sarchichan nickname that really stuck. What was it? Fishburg? Holler at me, Fishburg! Damn.)

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