Ever feel like you're not listening to enough Mexican music? I was watching the brilliant Lone Star saturday night and it made me think of the time I went to see Calexico perform. They were pretty good, but after about I guess forty minutes they invited Los Mariachis onstage with them and the place went nuts. The leader of the mariachi band just took over and started cracking wise and turned the place into a big party. The only other Mexican band I know is Volovan, who I've been listening to a lot lately. I haven't taken a Spanish class in ten years, so I'm not sure what they're singing about, but they sound like happy people, which is nice for a change.

Who is the sexiest babe of indie rock [via Catherine]. I voted for Sahara Hotnights, because of Maria Hotnights, but I could've just as easily voted for Neko Case. I honestly didn't know the rest of them and I was surprised that Karen O, Sharin Foo, and Kathleen Edwards weren't nominated.

Is it a sign you have a drinking problem, when you wake up on your couch although you're sure you went straight to bed after you got home? We were out Friday night to see my friends in Fillip, but because of some miscommunication the only part of their show we heard was the Thank you and good night part. Thankfully, they'll be playing in a few weeks at a showcase for new talent, so I'll have to go see them there. But I got to hang out with a lot of people and after the main act, Marvel Hill, a friend said that some cover band would be playing on another stage. He said he'd heard their soundcheck and that they had a crazy guy with them, who played Hammond organ. At the soundcheck he'd played with his feet and head and had been awesome. There's only one guy like that round here and I used to be in a band with him ages ago. So I went to check them out and sure enough it was my old buddy Palle, who along with three other guys brought the soul and funk. They did a bunch of cool covers, but their rendition of Bill Withers' brilliant Ain't No Sunshine was a definite highlight. We left the club early, but I hit a bar before I got home and like I said for some reason I woke up on the couch although I'm sure I spent the night in my bed. So either I've taken up sleepwalking late in the game or for some reason I just decided I'd rather crash there instead of in my bed. Had the television been on that would've explained everything, but it wasn't so I'm a little baffled. Either way admitting there's a problem is the first step towards drinking with a clean conscience.

So I was hungover Saturday, which meant I spent most of the day listening to the radio coverage of the NFL Draft. As a Ravens fan I was very happy with the first two picks (Terrell Suggs and Kyle Boller) although I expect a lot of ridicule over the botched trade with the Vikings if Byron Leftwich turns out to be the next Brett Favre. But I think they came away from the draft with a lot more than they could've hoped for, so I think it was a very successful draft.
But as a student of media science I have to wonder about the type of ads, which were broadcast during the draft show. You'd think that the majority of the people listening are men from the mid-twenties and older, who drink beer and watch way too much football. So why would The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints buy adspace every hour advocating family values? Why were there information ads about The Poison Control Center or people with epileptic disorders? Where were the ads for beer, snacks, cars, and whatever else the listeners might actually care about? I thought that was pretty weird.

I actually checked out the Latter-day Saints' website and it turns out it's just another name for Mormons. I read the Mormon FAQ and it might be the commas messing with me, but this quote has me confused:

These prophets knew about Heavenly Father’s plan for His children and the mission of Jesus Christ. They recorded that Christ appeared, after His Resurrection, to the people in America, taught them His gospel, and formed His Church among them.

Christ reappeared? In America? I guess he reappeared to these people:

It (The Book of Mormon) contains the writings of ancient prophets. One of these, Lehi, lived in Jerusalem around 600 B.C. God commanded Lehi to lead a small group of people to the American continent. There they became a great civilization.

All this is news to me, but apparently the prophet Lehi led his family to the promised land in a boat built by his son Nephi. This I got from the Latter Day Designs Vinyl Figures website.

I did a little research and found an article, where it says that Mormons believe that Lehi's children eventually became two warring factions, which included the good, white Nephites and the bad, brown Lamanites. The Lamanites, eventually killed all the Nephites by 500 A.D. But the bad, brown Laminates continued to live on and are now called Native Americans.
I'm going to have my Dad explain all this to me at some point, because I've become quite fascinated by this part of American history I know nothing about. I honestly thought Mormons were kinda like the Amish just with more wives, so reading this introduction to Mormon beliefs was a bit of an eye opener.

Okay, it's way late now, so that's it for Sunday school. Before I got all caught up in religious research I was actually going to write about how hot the writing on Boomtown is, but I guess I'll have to rant about that some other time.

More bands have been added to the Roskilde line-up. Zwan is one and more excitingly Hawksley Workman is another. I haven't gotten around to listening to the Zwan record yet, because I thought Honestly was way too cheery. But now that they're showing up I'll have to give it a chance. But I'm really looking forward to seeing Hawksley again. Hopefully, this time he'll bring a band, so he can get the tent rockin'.

All of a sudden the other big Danish festival is looking interesting. First they signed REM and the Manics, and now they've added The Roots to their roster. It's going to take a few more cool bands to get me down there, but at least they've gotten me interested now. For some reason they've also signed Good Charlotte. I watched three Good Charlotte videos in a row yesterday and to be fair they were quite funny. But the scenes in the video for Girls & Boys where they make fun of Avril has an unintentionally funny side, because I would lump Good Charlotte in with Avril in a heartbeat.

Have you seen the trailer to the movie Stupidity [via Fark]? Basically, it's a documentary about why everyone's an idiot packed with celebrities talking about how people only are interested in crap. I don't know what point they're trying to get across here, but I'd be interested in seeing it, because they've got some pretty funny people in there.

I've been trying to download episodes of Freaks and Geeks via Kazaa lately, and it's not going too well. I have 13 out of the 18 episodes, which were originally made. But the last five are impossible to find, so if you have any suggestions as to where I could get them I'd like to know.
And I can't believe how grown up Lindsay Weir suddenly looks. I might just go rent Scooby Doo now (actually I've wanted to see the movie since Eddie Izzard compared Shaggy and Scooby to Falstaff and called them the international credit card).

And the Dixie Chicks pose nude in reaction to the backlash against the comments they made about Bush [via Fark]. That'll go over really well with the folks in the Bible Belt. This story just gets odder and odder.

The show Scrubs premiered here Wednesday and I thought it was pretty funny. So it's sad to see that its future is already looking a bit grim.

Here's a show I'd watch: 90210 - The Geriactric Years.

While everyone's talking about how Conor is getting some play with Winona it's nice to see that the excellent Bowl of Oranges video is getting some play over at MTV.

And today I got offered an extra weekly shift at work, so hopefully that'll mean my financial situation will get slightly better over the summer.

I went to dinner with the family at Luc et Manu Monday night and it was really nice. The only thing that was weird was when halfway through this odd character came in. He looked like Billy Ray Cyrus will in fifteen years with the hair, leather vest, and a beer gut. He asked for a beer and if could sit outside and drink it. And then I'm almost positive he asked for a non-alcoholic beer, which I thought was out of character. So he went outside and had his beer and after a while he came back for another beer and then we didn't see more of him. But when we were getting ready to leave my brother went towards the bathroom and the waiter asked him to go to the ladies room instead. Because as he put it: "The gentleman from outside didn't feel well and had an accident in the men's room". So apparently he'd had two non-alcoholic beers and puked, which is bizarre. A friend of mine mentioned that when you're taking Antabuse you can get sick from non-alcoholic beers, because there's actually a little alcohol in them. So I'm guessing that's what happened.

I was discussing the Jessica Lynch story with my Dad this weekend, and I mentioned that I didn't trust the way the story had been played out in the media. The whole thing felt like it had been staged and even if it hadn't the rhetoric used to describe the events was pure Hollywood. So I was not surprised, when I found this article yesterday [via Metafilter]. In these situations it's hard to say who's lying and who's telling the truth, but if you look at who has got a reason (or motive if you will) to lie here I think you'll agree that the Americans have more to gain from concocting a story than the doctors do.

The new Evan Dando record is out now and you can listen to it at his website [via Slatch]. And there's a very positive review in NME. I like Dando and The Lemonheads a lot, but I'm not convinced it's a great record just yet. But I'll definitely be giving it a few more chances.

Friday night I'll be downtown supporting the guys in Fillip as they're supporting the band Marvel Hill. But before that I'm going to some kind of comedy show. A friend of mine got free tickets, so we're going to check out this comedian and then afterwards we'll be all about the rock 'n' roll and partying. We're trying to get a posse together (I love a good posse), so if you think you're up for it you should get down with us Friday.

And the best news all week is that there's finally a release date for the new Fountains of Wayne album. The album will be called Welcome Interstate Managers and having read the article I finally figured out, why people refer the site as Bitchfork. You're not going to be making any friends here by saying that FOW "haven't graced us with a decent album since their eponymous 1996 debut" and then comparing them to Dishwalla and Primitive Radio Gods.

I saw a segment about Marilyn Manson on Swedish television tonight, where they mentioned that Tim Skold has produced his latest record. If that name doesn't ring a bell it probably won't help when I mention that he was the singer in Swedish glam band Shotgun Messiah. I actually own their debut album and boy have we made fun of that band a lot (they had a drummer named Stixx Galore for one). Anyway, Skold moved on to work with KMFDM, which I guess gave him the cred he needed to get to work on the Manson record. But according to this exposé Skold is not the only one with a shady musical past (his is the worst, though).

Beautiful Girl Magazine is the magazine for the hip, Christian, teenage girl. Their ads claim that "God thinks you're beautiful and so do we!", but apparently Jesus would prefer it if you looked a little hotter, so the magazine offers brilliant make-up tips for your Christian walk (whatever that means). Check out tip 1:

"CONCEALER: Nothing is concealed from God's eyes. He tells us in Proverbs 5:21 that He sees EVERYTHING we do! But because we are human, He also knew that we would slip and mess up from time to time. Thankfully Jesus' blood is a perfect cover-up for the blemishes of our life. When we confess our sins to Him, He airbrushes away the flaws of our life. All you have to do is ask."

However, since they don't provide a link for the Blood of Jesus Concealer^TM you might have to stick with your Maybelline products (unless of course your born with it). It goes on like this all the way to tip 7, where we're reminded that the right lip gloss can help us spread the word of God (So get to chatting!).
If I were a Christian girl I'd be all over this magazine, but since I'm not I think I'll subscribe to something a bit more macho.

And while we're on the subject of nuttiness you should check out the sweet tribute to Uncle Jesse (or Zorba the Geek as he was known in high school) [via Catchdubs]. I've probably seen every episode of Full House at least twice, so I can totally follow the logic of the site.

Does anyone know what's going on here? It looks like a Japanese mirror of my weblog, but it's a bit messed up. And the link at the top of the page leads to a weird page with pictures of Japanese teenage girls. So it anyone has installed Japanese fonts and can read Japanese let me know what's going on.

Danish photographer and world traveller Jacob Holdt has a website with a lot of photos [via The Morning News]. There are sections from his trips to Africa and Asia and his meetings with famous people, but the core of the site are his American pictures. There are pictures of everything from Jacob's experiences with homeless people to his experiences with members of the KKK.

I don't know who Toni Smith is, but this article mentions Tony The Goose Siragusa, so you gotta check it out.

Ryan Adams might put out limited edition 5 CD box set. The information comes from a long, rambling posting on the Lost Highway message board not unlike the ones which were collected by Miss Modern Age recently.

My weblog is now ready for trade at Blogshares, so if you're playing the game, you should check it out.

I was out for the annual Easter lunch yesterday and tonight I'll be dining out with the family to celebrate my parents' 30th wedding anniversary. But other than that not a damn thing is happening here.

The answers are in on the 20 in 20 contest and I would've only gotten an embarrasing 18 correct had I sent my answers in. There were four songs I never would've guessed, and for some reason I thought St Etienne's He's On The Phone was disco classic Yes Sir, I Can Boogie. And the one I couldn't think off was The Boomtown Rats with I Don't Like Mondays. But hopefully I'll do better next time.

I pride myself on being pretty up on pop culture, but it wasn't until today I got the references to The Six Million Dollar Man in De La Soul and Teenage Fanclub's Fallin'. Maybe that's because to me there's only one Steve Austin.

And for those of you who still come here for news on The 22-20s it has been reported that they've now signed by Heavenly/EMI. And according to their website (which they've begun updating) they'll be appearing at this year's Coachella festival.

And you thought it sucked being called Ryan Adams? How about actually being called Bryan Adams? You gotta love his blog title, though [via Le Petit Hiboux]. I wonder how often this guy has wanted to change his name and then gone: "Why should I change it? He's the one who sucks!".

What's the deal with old people and big glasses? [via I'm Hip To You]

There are some interesting music videos over at Ruben.fm [via Davezilla]. The coolest one is the DJ Format video, but the video for Dismemberment Plan's excellent Time Bomb is also pretty hot.

And finally according to Remember the Eighties Duran have not signed with Arista. They are however featured in a forthcoming TV documentary celebrating 25 years of Smash Hits magazine alongside Boy George and Jason Donovan, which will screen on Channel 4 on April 12th at 9pm. Man, it's been a while since I read a copy of Smash Hits, but back in the way that rag was the shiznit.

I wonder if Kate was all peeved when she found out I'd already taken fauxhemian.blogspot.com.

The deadline for the 20 songs in 20 seconds quiz is midnight tonight, so I very much doubt I'll be able to get any more songs right. I have guessed about half of them, but there are two or three that are driving me nuts, because I know I know them and I just can't seem to remember which songs they are.

I've entered the Blogshares game, which a lot of you seem to be playing. I just bought my first shares rather randomly, so the only financial gain so far has come from my Gawker stocks. I wonder if this will impact the way people link to weblogs. Besides Gawker I bought stocks in Blogcritics, Bits & Pieces, Flutter Away with Me, and Sarah Hatter. And by linking to them I'm increasing their number of incoming links thus (hopefully) increasing their value. If everyone thinks like this it'll explain if there's a sudden surge in high profile warbloggers and techies, who suddenly begins linking to obscure livejournals obsessed with kittens or boy bands.

Arsenal are playing Manchester United tonight in the game, which I think will determine, who wins the league championship. I'm not overly confident in Arsenal's chances (especially after the Newcastle game last week), but if my brother and I bring the luck of the Irish tonight they might pull it off. I'm sure they'll win the FA Cup, but as Andy Gray puts it: The league is every teams bread and butter, so winning the league would be so much sweeter.
And since local team AGF is playing tonight I'll probably hit the pub early to watch that game as well.

The Office started on Swedish television last night and if you haven't seen it you should look out for it. The show is about life in a company, which sells paper. But it's done in a documentary style, which means scenes from the workday are peppered with interviews with the employees. The main character David Brent (or the Brent Master General as he calls himself) is the kind of person, who thinks he's really funny, cool, and well-liked although everyone thinks he's a complete wanker. Watching him explain his business theories and how he has created the perfect work environment is hysterical and I'm looking forward to seeing how they'll develop the characters over the next weeks.

In music news Björk and Beth Gibbons have been confirmed for Roskilde. Turin Brakes have cancelled their concert, so I won't be going to that and the Kathleen Edwards show, either. And The Dandy Warhols will play Copenhagen on the 11th of June, which means they probably won't play the festivals here. And Muse won't be touring Scandinavia until October and even then it looks like they won't play Aarhus.

Someone is putting Love Street stickers on One Way Street signs here and I like it. I've seen them on two signs and hopefully it'll spread all over the city. If I had a camera I'd take a picture of one of the signs for you. And I'd probably also take a picture of the company round the corner called FAG. But the last one is mainly because it always makes me giggle a little.

The Nightfilm festival is over and I only got around to seeing three movies this year. Thankfully, they were all pretty good, which is a hell of a lot more than I can say about the movies I saw today (but more on that later). If you think Swedish cinema is all about Bergman and Jag är Döden then you should check out Koops. It's made by the people, who brought you Jalla! Jalla! and it tells the story of a group of Swedish cops, who are stationed in a no-crime-town. So it's decided that the police station should be shut down, but this doesn't sit well with the cops, so they create a crime wave so as to make their presence in the town needed again. It's all kinda wacky and especially the cop Benny, who has seen way too many movies is pretty funny. He imagines fighting terrorists John Woo-style, while screaming "Don't ever fuck with Benny the cop!" and dodging bullets like he's in the Matrix. It's hardly a masterpiece, but the people in the theater were laughing like crazy all the way through and I thought it was pretty good as well.

Friday, I saw Tadpole, which reminded me of both Catcher in the Rye and The Ice Storm. The story is about a fifteen year old boy, who returns from his school to the Upper West Side to spend some time with his Dad and stepmom (played by Sigourney Weaver). The only problem is that he's in love with his stepmom, which leads to some funny and awkward attempts to impress her. The movie is peppered with Voltaire quotes, which serve as titles for chapters in the movie (like in Hannah and Her Sisters), which I thought worked really well. The movie was funny and Bebe Neuwith is hot as Weaver's best friend (I've always liked Bebe Neuwith. Maybe it's because she has that Snow White's stepmom thing going).

Saturday, it was time to give the movies a rest and hit the town. Unfortunately, the town hit back, so I was hungover like crazy when I went to se The Sunshine State Sunday. But before that I got to party with bi-curious teenage goth kids at my favourite club. One of them had a Linda Blair t-shirt on that read Your Mother Sucks Cock In Hell on the back and another looked like he was in Mudvayne, so we took to them instantly. The last part of the night is a bit blurry, because I'd been knocking back big gulp sized G&Ts (or the proof that two wrongs never make a right as my brother calls them), but I do recall that fun was had.

So Sunday I met up with a friend, so we could go see The Sunshine State. I was in quite a state, so it was a bit rough to sit through more than two hours of movie, where there was hardly any story to speak of. But the acting was superb on several occasions, so I made it through and actually went home thinking it was a pretty good movie. The only problem was that in our local arthouse cinema there's very little leg room and no head rest on the chairs, so because we were sitting too close to the screen my neck is killing me now. Just before we left the theatre my friend invited me to two press screenings, so I went to those this morning.

First, we saw The Core, which is one of the most ludicrous movies I've ever seen. It was so bad that it was unintentionally funny several times and both during and after people were calling it the worst movie they'd ever seen. Stanley Tucci brings the funny on several occasions, but the whole thing is just cliché upon cliché and you have to wonder if this project even looked good on paper. I'm mean, for chrissakes, they invent a metal called Unobtanium! And some tv actor crashlands a spaceship in the LA River! And... well, I could go on and on, but this review says pretty much everything.
But even though The Core was Godawful The Hunted was even worse. It's basically an hour and a half of Tommy Lee Jones going through every farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse looking for Benicio Del Toro. Jones gets pulled in from retirement, because he's the best and because he trained Benicio. At no point do you give a shit about whatever happens to them and frankly it's depressing when they get to have their macho match-ups. The only good thing about the movie is the opening credits, where Johnny Cash recites the first verse of Dylan's immortal Highway 61 Revisited. And it's just downhill in a hurry from then on.

Finally, I was listening to some Home Invasion tracks the other day and noticed that the album version of That's How I'm Livin' is different from the single version. The track was released as a single here featuring a sample of the guitar riff from Roxy Music's Amazona and is a lot hotter than the album version. But I can't find that version anywhere, so if anyone can hook me up let me know.

Am I the only one who replaces Hollywood with Inglewood every time I sing along to ZZ Top's Tush? And are people from Inglewood always up to no good?

Has Vanilla Ice ever waxed a chump like a candle? And do harpoons really flow?

How come when you select a player in Madden NFL he pauses for a sec, so you loose a step or two against the sumbitch you're trying to put the hurt on? That just doesn't seem right.

Does spam really work? I get about thirty or forty pieces of spam a day and I hardly look at the header before it gets blacklisted and bounced. But would people continue to send out this crap if there wasn't a marked for generic Viagra and teen sex sites? Has anyone ever seen the records from one of these companies? And if they are making money are their customers the same kind of people as the ones who buy stuff like The Instant Fisherman or The Ab Energizer?

Is it true that Bob Saget's stand-up act is really raunchy and funny?

Why won't people believe that Jack and Meg are siblings? Isn't the world a nicer place, when we just believe everything they say? Would you truly be happier if you knew that Meg's last name was Olson?

Why is Sarah Silverman dating Jimmy Kimmel? I was happy for Julia and Lyle back in the day, but this just doesn't make sense to me.

Are there really people in Africa called D'Shawn, Shaniqua, Tyrese, or Moesha? And if not where do these names come from?

Who would you have join your band if you could make your version of The Bens? I think I'd choose John Taylor and John Cale. Or maybe I'd just be the third John in They Might Be Giants (and we could change it to They Might Be Johns).

How come no one called the media on their hypocrisy when they started using paparazzi shots after vowing never to do that again? Does this mean Diana died in vain and that the terrorists have won?

Are you a hot chick, who likes music? Then maybe you should audition to be a backup singer for Junior Senior. You have to be a girl (age 18-30) and you have to like the music of Junior Senior. You have to have a cool attitude and sass, and also some experience singing of course (energy is as important as formal training, though). So if you think you have sass you should follow this link for application information.

Interpol, The Kills, Radio 4, The Thrills, and Turbonegro have been added to Roskilde roster. The line-up is already five times better than last year and they've only released a third of the acts so far. This could potentially be the best year since 1992.

A straight journalist goes undercover as a gay party animal to see how easy it is to get lucky in a NY gay club. Apparently, it's wicked easy. Especially if you're already slightly fey:

Aiming for a "casual queen" effect, I put together an outfit: Chuck Taylors, a pair of crotch-hugging jeans, a tight orange sleeveless tee and a green Army hat cocked at a jaunty angle. A cursory glance in the mirror confirmed two things: a) I looked pretty 'mo indeed; and b) I had worn this exact outfit several times last summer, when I wasn't trying to convince people that I was gay as a cucumber. I guess context is everything. When my friend Brian said, as he often did, "Grant, that fucking army hat looks soooo gay," I'd always assumed he meant it in the '80s sense. You know, as in bad. Turns out he meant I was sporting a look that would make Marc Almond blush.

It's pretty funny stuff and his friends were nice enough to take pictures to back the story up [via Gawker].

The Mooneys gets torn a new one a DiS. My copy should arrive any day, so I hope the reviewer isn't right by calling it dumb music for dumb people. Oh, make sure to check out the video for In a Young Man's Mind featuring Jack Black. And notice how the guys seem to be cracking up all through the intro.

Mike, who plays keyboards and guitar in The Jicks, has a tour diary. It'll be interesting to see what he writes about the Voxhall show.

And now it's flippin' snowing again.

I heart Stephen Malkmus.
I'd been looking forward to this show for ages and maybe because my expectations were unreasonably high I didn't exactly get what I had expected. The show was loose, messy, noisy, funny, surprising, and pretty great. First of all I was very disappointed that the show wasn't sold out. But on the upside I seemed to know every fucker in the joint. I must have talked to twenty people while The Microphones did their best to warm up the crowd, so I guess that's pretty good for a Tuesday night.

When The Jicks finally came on stage it was fairly obvious they'd been hitting the bottle pretty hard and during the show I was informed that they'd been drinking tequila for the better part of the evening. They opened with a B-side track, which is pretty indie, but then went into an hour long show, which consisted of a lot of songs of Pig Lib, quite a few tracks from the first record, and two more B-sides (including one insanely catchy one, which had a riff that sounded like All Apologies, but faster. Anyone?). Surprisingly, the songs of the new album worked a lot better live than the old ones. They played a lot tighter on the new tracks, whereas they got pretty sloppy on several tracks of the first record (and for some reason they didn't play Jo-Jo's Jacket or Hook).

Because of the state they were in there was quite a bit of stage antics, tomfoolery, shenanigans, and bizarre references to Cat Power, The Minnesota Vikings, handball, and Romans going on. And in between songs the keyboard guy would segway into Our House or something like that. It was actually pretty obvious early on what kind of a show it would be, when Malkmus took a sip of water and said:"Hmmm, Carlsberg makes water? After about six Carlsbergs I can make water" and after a few songs he actually had to leave the stage presumably to "make water". But when the band got around to playing they were really good. The sound was kinda thin and they had problems with both mics and amps, but they still managed to kill with several songs.

When they came back for the encores Malkmus announced that we had had our fun and now it was playtime for the band. This led to the most disorganized set of covers (or pocket hits as Malkmus called them) I've ever witnessed. I think they started out with a track I didn't recognize and then Malkmus and the drummer traded places for a rendition of the Gram Parsons classic One Hundred Years from Now. After that followed a punk cover, a failed attempt at a Hole song followed by Miss World, and then arguments over if they should play Sympathy for the Devil or not (everybody but Malkmus played bits of it).
So how do you get out of a mess like that? You pull out a thundering rendition of Unfair. That's right baby! They made with the Pavement tracks, because that's what the kids want. You know it, I know it, and Stevie knows it! So what better way to end the show than with a classic track.

Arguably, the show was a mess, but I still enjoyed it a lot. I thought they were funny onstage and I really like the new record, so it was cool hearing a lot of those songs live. And if they come back this summer for Roskilde you can be sure I'll go check them out again.

Originally, I was going to post something earlier today under the title Sometimes It Snows In April, because we got some honest-to-God snow here today. And I was going to add something about a handyman at work, who had so much b.o. he funked up an entire office wing, which made me think of an old Infectious Grooves record. But I didn't have time and it was hardly that interesting anyway. It's just that the Prince song was appropriate, so I wanted to use it. Maybe next year.

Saturday was off the hook. I went to see the ManU/Liverpool fiasco followed by the Arsenal/Villa disappointment, so naturally sorrows were drowned in Heineken all afternoon. Later, I went to the movies with my buddy L-Train to see Adaptation (I made that name up for him last night after way too much beer and too many Neptunes tracks). The movie left me rather whelmed, because it was way too meta for its own good. The first two thirds were funny and there were several interesting scenes, but the last third got all linear and plot driven and surprisingly that makes for a less interesting movie. The acting was great, but the movie was just nowhere nearly as inspired as Being John Malkovich.

Then we went to see a friend of mine play at a club. He sings in a Commitments style band, which drew quite a crowd. I hooked up with all kinds of people including two girls, who graduated from the same high school as me. After the band stopped playing the music was actually low enough that we could sit and talk, so I got to hear about everything from belly dancing to Polish spas and we did some reminiscing about going out in New York. And somewhere along the way I think I compared Stephen Malkmus to Jesus. So all in all it was quite entertaining and therefore I didn't make it home until around 6.

Have you seen the guide to being Emo? Who the hell says: "Do you blog here often?" [via Catchdubs].

When you're so bored that you can't even think of ways to express your boredom on you weblog you should go here [via Wannabe].

Junior Senior set to tour Britain.

And finally: What the hell is up with the aerobics look? And could namedropping Charlie Sheen be any more ten years ago?