When I was into drinking heavily (i.e., the past five years off and on until a month ago), I pretty much went to one bar- the Replay Lounge>. Fantastic place… cheap beer, good jukebox, interesting patrons, generously pouring bartenders… we all have our favorite watering hole.
However, the Replay, as well as its sister bar, the Jackpot Saloon, have recently begun making money on weekend nights by bringing in djs. This is not a new thing, as the Replay’s had various djs in over the years. These are not djs in the typical sense. They’re usually scenester types with a box of records who want to make an extra buck here and there.
This does present a trend that has become worrisome in recent years, though. Another club, the Hurricane, in Kansas City has been having bands play until midnight, at which point they then move in a dj mto spin records until the bar closes at 3am.
Now, I’m a live music sort of person. If I wanted to listen to somebody play records, I’d turn on the radio or, more likely, sit in front of the stereo and do it my own damn self. This is why I would like to give extra-special super-duper props to Jet. They’ve recently released their new single to radio, and it’s called “Roll Over DJ.” It spoke to me as I was driving home from the local clothing resale store. Lyrics like “I wanna move but I don’t feel right / ‘Cause you’ve been playing other peoples songs all night” simply hit the nail on the fucking head, as far as I’m concerned. Add in “Well I know that you think you’re the star / A pill poppin’ jukebox is all that you are” and you have some pleasantly biting commentary on why it sucks to be a live music lover and go out to a club.
I suppose I wouldn’t be so pissed if the clubs paid the djs themselves, but they charged a fucking cover to get in. Why in the fucking hell should I give someone five bucks to hear them play their damn music, when for that much money, I could get fifteen plays on the jukebox of music I want to hear?
Fitting Fare For Hawaii
by Sharkey on @ 10:50 am
[ Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About The Bikini ] – As long as they are jam-packed with girly bits, I don’t care where they came from. But this is still pretty neat, bunch o pictures as well.
The place were staying in is amazing. This guest house must be worth a million on its own. Pictures of the house and random hawaiian ass to follow.
BAH! BAAAAAh!
by Sharkey on August 4, 2004 @ 3:31 am
If I could wrussle your bitch ass out of bed right now, to share my pain of having to be up right now for the airport, I would.
See you in the Hawaii.
** Update ** Wow. Not even a full half hour later, and I’m at the airport, in my terminal, wishing for sleep or death. Now I feel… Well, kinda stupid. I could have easily left a half hour from now (thanks Killbot for the ride) and still made it with time to spare.
The folks at check-in and the baggage check areas are remarkably chipper for 4:30 in the AM. I was in full on “fuck you its fucking early you stupid fuck” greeting mode, but their upbeat attitude was pretty catchy. They got me down to one expletive per sentence, and that’s unheard of for this fucking time of morning. Or night. I dislike not being able to classify my current state of being.
I Play Da Ukelele, Bitch!
by Sharkey on August 3, 2004 @ 10:21 pm
Currently, I am trying to keep myself inebriated to the point where my insomnia kicks in. This is because in five hours, I will be at LAX, getting ready to head to Hawaii.
I’ve never been, but I’m stoked. I’m going with Bolt, Killbot, and a hot girl. The hot girl being Bolt’s… something. So I guess I’m basically going with Killbot. THATS RIGHT KILLBOT, IM MAVERICK AND YOURE ICEMAN. BULLSHIT, YOU CAN BE MY WINGMAN!
*ahem*
While I would appreciate if other writers would… well, I guess write. But thankfully, I have m’ Sidekick. I’ll continue to post. I gotta go though, booze is a callin’.
Electra Ready To Deflate
by Sharkey on @ 10:59 am
Bad news for Carmen Electra fans, if there are any left. Seems that the star of… well, whatever she gets naked in, has decided that she needs less of a rack. And no, sadly, it is not so that she can make room for a third tit like that chick in Total Recall.
…what? You were all thinking the same damn thing.
From IMDB.com
Former Baywatch beauty Carmen Electra is set to leave her hordes of male fans hugely disappointed – because she’s considering having her breasts reduced. The sexy actress, married to rocker Dave Navarro, had her chest size boosted in the 90s, but now often has regrets about not having stayed natural. Electra says, “I had nice breasts to begin with. They weren’t the biggest boobs (but) I just think it was really trendy (to have implants) at a certain time and I decided to do it. There’s moments when I think it’s kind of silly and I wish I would’ve just stayed natural.” She adds of her husband Navarro, “He actually wants me to get ’em bigger but I said no.”
Meh, she’s getting old anyway, so I guess it’s better to bow out gracefully rather than age horribly in the public eye. Besides, I would imagine that most 80-year-old women wouldn’t want to carry around silicone (or saline) all the time. She’d be kneeing them into people’s faces every time she took a walk.
Then again, Harry Knowles probably has the same problem. Maybe an industrial strength Bro is the answer.
Science Finally Proves Itself Useful
by Sharkey on August 2, 2004 @ 4:14 pm
Ladies, start yo’ drankin’!
It is news guaranteed to raise a cheer among those who enjoy a glass or two: drinking half a bottle of wine a day can make your brain work better, especially if you are a woman.
Research to be published tomorrow by academics at University College London has found that those who even drink only one glass of wine a week have significantly sharper thought processes than teetotallers.
“Our results appear to suggest some specificity in the association between alcohol consumption and cognitive ability,” said the team. “Frequent drinking may be more beneficial than drinking only on special occasions.”
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about, scientists! Knock one right outta the fucking park. This is far more beneficial than the scientific discovery that semen is filled with protein. Damned Atkins fad didn’t do shit with that one.
But back on point, we have some celebrating to do, and it is all thanks to this man, and his team of ass-kicking titty loving scientists. Good work crew, we owe you one.
Now if they can figure out a way to convince these drunkard chicks that sleeping with webmasters makes you shit diamond necklaces, I’m in the chips. At least then I can stop telling women that I’m a garbage man.
Odd… No VW Logo Next To The Apples… Yet
by Sharkey on @ 1:21 pm
[ When Nerds Get Tatoos ] – strangely enough, one of the chicks is pretty cute. Of course you get the obligatory dorks with fake circuitry, although the spinal double helix looked pretty cool.
I know a lot of folks (*ahem* Bud, Billy Ray, I’m looking at you) who have Star Wars tatoos, which is where I pretty much draw the nerd line. Anything dorkier than that is traversing dangerously into scary waters. Although I do have to admit my one nerd vice, and that’s Zelda. When I was a kid, I always thought it would be cool to get the triforce inked on the back of my hand, like Link and Zelda have. Yeah, I thought that would be cool right up until I realized that sex was something that I might want to have someday. And thus, the dream had to die.
Obligatory Video Game Shizzle
by Sharkey on @ 11:17 am
That’s right, welcome to August. And now welcome to a bunch of reasons that I will buy a Nintendo DS. I’m just going to run down the shit that I actually care about, rather than the whole list of shit like Monster Farmer and whatnot.
Aaaaaand…. GO!
Castlevania (Konami)
Viewtiful Joe (Capcom)
Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles (Square Enix)
Secret of Mana (Square Enix)
New Team Ninja Game (Tecmo)
I might care about the Boktai or the Sonic game, but goddammit, there’s already like ten games for the thing that I will more than likely buy. Screw you, Nintendo. I work hard for this money. …well, I work for this money. …well… It’s my money goddammit, and now you’re blatently stealing it from my pocket, and handing me back magic beans. Except these beans are made of silicon and plastic. And I am addicted to these beans like some sort of crack/heroin/nicotine/Krispy Kreme mixture, and I will do anything to get them. Anything.
Hmm… maybe that was too much sharing for a Monday morning.
Word life… this is basic thuganomics
by Jester on July 29, 2004 @ 4:29 pm
WWE wrestling superstar John Cena is coming out with a cd. This news has been known for some time, but it’s only been recently announced that it’s been pushed back to December. The disc was originally intended to be released June 8.
Frighteningly, the disc is also slated to feature an appearance by another WWE peformer, Matt Hardy. The nice thing is, however, Cena’s track “Thug Life”, from the WWE Originals cd, was also rather promising. And, according to Lords of Pain, “Cena has been spotted with Freddie Foxxx, Melle Mel, Brand Nubian and others.” He’s also been interviewed by Method Man for MTV.com.
This is all good news, but until we hear it, all we can do is just hope it doesn’t suck like the Macho Man’s disc.
Is it the same , or did you remodel?
by Jester on @ 4:08 pm
So, this may not mean much to those of you who haven’t been following the MidWest music scene for the past ten years, but it means a good amount to me. See, Truck Stop Love is playing some reunion shows. The shows occur at Auntie Mae’s in Manhattan, KS, and the Bottleneck in Lawrence, KS, on November 11 and Novemeber 13, respectively.
For those of you not familar with the group, Truck Stop Love was a four piece country rock outfit from Manhattan, KS, that played around the country in the mid-90s. Made up of Rich Yarges, Brad Huhmann, Eric Mozier, and Eric Melein, they released two albums on Scotti Brothers Records- a self-titled EP, as well as the full-length How I Spent My Summer Vacation.
The group never received any sort of major success, but their legacy remains. Drummer Eric Melein went on to fame in Ultimate Fakebook, who coincidently recorded a version of Truck Stop Love’s “Nothing Left to Start.” That track can be found on the Initial Records re-release of Electric Kissing Parties, as well as the band’s split seven-inch with the Stereo.
The funny thing is, had the band come along just five years later, they would have found themselves in good company. While their Replacements-meets-Hank Williams style of music didn’t go over big in the mid-90s, you can now find bands like the Old 97s and the Von Ehrics doing quite well on the same sort of sound that Truck Stop Love did so well.
The band’s releases are now out of print, but you can easily find them used on Half.com for cheap. Do yourself a favor and check them out. And, hell, if you’re in the area come Novemeber, make sure to swing into one of the aforementioned clubs. You’ll be happily entertained.