Monthly Archives: May 2006
Soothing psychpop collabo between DJ Nobody and The Mystic Chords of Memory, who are Chris Gunst of Beachwood Spark and Jen Cohen of Aisler’s Set. So cash.
This all-Cali team rolls out a blue velvet carpet of acoustified bedroom beats that’s smooth, dreamy, and endearing. Downtempo on the brain, hip-pop in the heart, this mad chill, sun-drenched deck soundtrack floats, creeps, taps, and shimmies lustily around like a supermodel. You can’t help but feel good and calm down.
Perfect for a warm Cinco de Mayo afternoon with aviators and Patron around the pool.
Well, tomorrow is the 132nd Kentucky Derby. Today, the 132nd Kentucky Oaks is being run. In the Derby, Brother Derek, the current 3-1 favorite, will be bustin’ out of the 18th post position, and Lawyer Ron, who was sold today, drew the 17th. Keep your eye on A.P. Warrior, too. If only I could go Back to the Future II-style and get the sportsbook, I’d be going superfecta all up in this. Oh well, I’ll just go ahead and hit the trifecta.
Should be another exciting race, beautiful day, and ridiculous fun on and off the track. Mint juleps and My Old Kentucky Home will be in full effect tomorrow at the crib.
Related: O.J.’s Derby pick? Lawyer Ron, natch
[note color="#FFFFE8"] Official rating: 99.9[/note]
This is not your normal review. This is about one thing only: mac & cheese. You see, in order to truly appreciate mac & cheese, you have to scarf thousands of homemades and blue boxes over the years to understand what it takes to create the just about perfect recipe. Thankfully, the good folks at Bukowski’s have done the dirty work for you – saving you the immeasurable digestive torture – with their little of plate of heaven.
Broccoli, snausages, cheese from a golden goat, and possibly some highly addictive narcotic go into your new favorite food, combined as a near-lethal taste sensation that only the most-experienced epicurean should attempt. Don’t be surprised to find Demeter herself sitting next to you with an plate of her own. I order you to order this.
Guitar-based psych chillrock from some guy(?) in London.
Not really sure what’s up with The Black Neon, as there is little to no info on it out there. Anyway, Arts and Crafts bumps along at a good, but short clip, and spreads out a lot of energy, instead of building and crashing on it. It’s like the Appalachians in that it keeps a steady progression of electro-rock intensity, even in its softest moments. The beats scurry along in complex, but often subtle grooves. The layering is where it’s at.
There’s actually a lot of late Pink Floyd sound in the album. Vocally, his groans and wails are on par, and the cheeky, loose verses have similar cadence. There are even spots of porn guitar and the dense sheets of magnetic guitars and keys flow all over the place. A highly enjoyable, sedated techrock debut.
Study: Stay-at-home moms deserve $134,121/yr salary
Laff. Hard. Just plain ridiculous. Maybe knock the last 1 off that. Unfortunately, when it comes to actual skills, stay-at-home moms tend to possess very basic ones, none of which are worth any actual salary if you made a full-time job of them. The study lists “laundry machine operator” and “chief executive” as mom skills. Even if there was such a thing as a laundry machine operator or if a mom could even do .01% that a CEO does, it’d still be laughable.
Woman Sets Snake and Apartment on Fire
If Sam L. does the same thing, it’ll be Snakes AND Flames on the Plane. Not a good combo.
Woman had 15 husbands, scammed at least 3
“She told me she only had been married once, but I found out I was only one sucker in a bunch.” What a great line for a country song. Polygamy = hilarity.
Woman describes how she sank boyfriend’s £250K yacht
By getting behind the wheel?
Today’s theme, btw, is Lilith.
Rollin’ deep with the ‘skos family, I got to partake in Allston’s most delicious night of the year, Taste of Allston. It features samples of Allston’s finest restaurants, and is a good excuse to pig out on random stuff at once. Sketchy old people and high-speed kids make the terrain a difficult one, but it’s worth it. We licked Allston’s plate clean, yo.
| Restaurant | Rating | Notes |
| Aneka Rasa |  |
Buddha’s Delight gave me a fright |
| Big City | |
Salad? Y’all ain’t even tryin’ |
| Burritos on Fire | |
Nothing but stale chips |
| Cafe Brazil | |
Beef and spice were so, so nice |
| Cafe Belo | |
Chicken wrapped in bacon! |
| Carlo’s | |
So solid. Always. |
| Grasshopper | |
Soy meat? Surprisingly good |
| Herrell’s Cafe | |
Woo. Sherbet. Yawn. |
| Rangoli | |
Where da hot pink chicken at? |
| The Kells | |
Best crab rangoon evaaarrr |
| V Majestic | |
Tasty, as always |
Thanks to some serious heads up from Jallow and JR, some serious teamwork with Christy, and some luck from Diego Maradona, I scored 4 reserved seats for the Radiohead shows at the Bank of America Pavilion on June 4th and 5th. That’s right. Both nights. They’re in sections 1, 2, or 3, “best available”, and apparently we’ll get more details later. I think the total count among the posse is 10 reserved tickets for each show, so we’re going like gangbusters up in there. Yayuh.
Sometimes, people have to spend Christmas and other major holidays alone. Since that would suck, I’ve devised an e-pamphlet for people to tell if they’re experiencing symptoms of a lonely holiday.
1. Start getting drunk
All the booze in the house is for you, champ. Egg nog, whiskey, apple wine that your co-worker gave you: it’s all game. You can’t ignore the silence unless your BAC is 0.25 or more, so get to chuggin’. Wearing a paper crown to make yourself feel important always helps.
2. Eat dessert
Just like chicks who scarf ice cream after they get dumped, you too need to bury your sadness in calories. Tear into that gingerbread house like there’s a little elf inside mocking you. A diabetic coma ain’t soundin’ so bad right about now.
3. Play with gnomes
Hey, look, some imaginary friends showed up. Blinky, Stinky, and you will have a merry olde time playing Riverboat Captain – until you start fighting with them. Blinky had nothing to do with that burnt Christmas ham, no matter how much you torture him.
4. Blow the place up
Since no one’s gonna bother showing up at your house, what good is having it? Send that mortgage sky high with a fat stick of dynamite, and say goodbye to spending the holidays alone. Instead, you’ll spend New Year’s Eve in the stomachs of 500 seagulls.
Capitalizing on the popularity of the shows 24 and Desperate Housewives, producers cast Kiefer Sutherland and Eva Longoria together in a thriller next to Mr. Zeta-Jones and Kim Basinger, two of the ’80′s sexiest movie stars. Nice for style points, bad for depth.
The story revolves around a plot from inside the Secret Service to kill the president, and everybody points fingers at Mr. Zeta-Jones. Sutherland, his old buddy whose wife he might’ve slept with, is assigned to investigate using only his gun and his deep, gruff voice. There are some solid wild goose chases, excellent stereotyping, and post-modern dramatic techno to boost the movie along. Unfortunately, the storyline is kinda swiss cheesy, and it’s just one big awkward ending, if you ask me.
There are few major directions the story could have gone, and I think it ended up in the least interesting way. A lot of interpersonal drama gets overshadowed by inane crime details, which made for a relatively cold movie. But, yeah, even though Kim Basinger’s like 70, she’s still hot.