Alexandra

Victory - accused of non-payment of royalties - was hit hard yesterday by an article posting on absolutepunk.net from former VP Ramsey Dean. Dean compares Victory president Tony Brummel to a mob boss. This is the same "indie" "hardcore" label who sold a ton of records at Best Buy and urged their street team to commit sabotage against a non-Victory artist who's record came out on the same day as one of their own. This article gets all Heart Of Darkness/Apocalypse Now...

Kidding. There are less. From Chris Walters, a punk Canadian writer. Joke #45 is a Damned joke, get into it. 1) Q: If a Punk and a Skin are in the back of a car, who's in front? A: A cop. (Thanks to Eve) 2) Q: An apartment building in California has Skins living on the first floor, Punks on the second, and Hippies on the third. One day a big fire burns the building to the ground. Who survived? A: The Skins. They were at work. (Thanks to Eve) 3) Q: How many Punks does it take to screw in...

no music/sound means Fuzz is a LOT LESS FUN for me. Please wish for my house to sell so I can get a new laptop with a webcam, y'all. If I had speakers, I'd be listening to this right now. or maybe this:

Bring on the benefit shows. http://daghouse.com/jacopo/viewtopic.php?t=10919

Not like this little guy.

VH1 is especially good at crafting reality shows, and at faintly tying them into musicians; to say "artists" is a little much. "Flavor Of Love" was so watchable but perfectly vile, and netted two spinoffs, "I Love New York" and "Flavor Of Love Girls: Charm School." Now, "Rock Of Love" employs the same premise as FOL - take one aging rock star, past his prime but still kicking, add 25 women who say they all want to get with said rocker, and let...

Or at least to remember some kind of fun. HEY, REMEMBER FUN!?! This otter is having tons of fun.

He recorded this song and shot a video for it. It's very 4AD-sounding. Moody and creepy. Don't you love looking at his head? I know I do. He has more songs, I think he should upload them all.

In September. I've been on a couple of Turbojugend outings (punk rock tourism, whatever you want to call it) and they're always a lot of fun. I'll have to learn some Spanish. My German is getting better, after watching a Karl Lagerfeld documentary this weekend. I learned "pfeffersack" and "salopp."

Hot.

I am not a very patient person, so waiting for the sale to go through is a little excrucaiting. Though my house has only been on the market for a short time, it set a (local? I don't know) record for the most showings in a week: 15. Then the July 4th holiday came and went and things were quiet. Until today, when I got a call and subsequient email with my first offer. A LOWBALL OFFER. Almost seventy grand less than the asking price. $200k. Not too cool. Fravel, my very good realtor, said...

Looks like the free Hall & Oates concert will be rained out. LE SIGH. I never go to those free July 4th concerts, as typically I'm out of town, but this one was faintly tempting to me. Why? Mainly because I thought I could hang with some buds who a), know much of Hall & Oates hilarious back catalogue (they have as many hits as Boston! More, even!), and b) we could totally crack up at the new material they whip out. Hall & Oates have a lot of nerve playing new songs when they have as...

Love this. Mainly because the dude is so bummed, the goats so hardy, the music is (I think) Aqua, and the goats? Ebullient. I totes love goats.