I don't know anything about this movie, but I LOVE William H. Macy and this trailer is pretty funny.
The main reason I am posting this is b/c they say "Bart" like 20 times and I love it...and I think I know someone else that will love it too.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Secret to a good life is knowing when your through...
Hello Friends,
It's late right now and I'm bored waiting for the wife to get home from work. Just wanted to give you a quick update on what I feel this blog is all about...FRIENDS.
I went and saw Rancid tonight at the festival pier on Delaware Ave. This place sucks, but I have seen Rancid every time they have been in Philly since they started coming here except twice. And more times then I can count Mike and Keely have been with me. I'm pretty sure that when they played the Troc 2 years ago, I saw them both nights, with Keely who was PREGNANT at the time. She love Lars.
Anyway, tonight they opened for Rise Against, who might be really good for the kids, but seriously, Rancid should not be opening for anyone at this point. I understand that we all need to make some money to survive, but the giant SKOAL tent in the parking lot area more than likely has nothing to do with Rancid. I will never ever knock this band for anything they do, but I hope from now on they stay away from the 104.5 sponsored Live Nation nonsense. Like I said, we all need to survive and so does Rancid, but all the corporate shit is uncalled for. They know they don't need it ...but whatever, they fed their kids tonight.
This being said, we got there right when Billy Talent got done. In my eyes they could just be called NO Talent and it all works out perfectly. Actually this was the first time I ever bought a ticket from a scalper. I don't know how "punk rock" this is or not, but I wanted to see my favorite band and not pay 45 dollars to do so. It all worked out in the end and the only thing that happened is that me and Mike had to go the the men's line and Keely to the girls line to get patted down.
On to the actual show. We decided we were going to kick back and just watch because we are old but as soon as they came on, opening with "Radio" we knew it didn't make a fucking difference, we were going to the front and getting into it. This is exactly what happened. It actually worked out perfectly b/c we couldn't find Keely and then all of a sudden she was right in front with us.
I'm not going to be able to tell you what songs they played in any order, but they played every song for us. All the punk rockers and the moon stompers were out in full force. I never had so many mohawks and freedom spikes go in my mouth at one time ever.
I feel like I am kind of rambling here but the bottom line is this...these mother fuckers are for real. Just watching them play together and interact is worth it all. Just seeing Mike and Keely, my "crew" for the night was incredible.
I guess the whole deal is this. I'm getting older. But the songs and music still mean as much to me now as they did 15 years ago. I crowd surfed tonight for christ's sake. Roots Radicals just means that much to me. It feels good to be a part of this thing we call punk rock. Every aspect of it.
But like I said, I'm getting older. And like this post's title says "The secret to a good life is knowing when your through." I hardly think I'm through. But I've still had a good life...and I got more life to live.
Totally drunk by the way.
Hope you keep coming back.
Coming up next...Philadelphia Brewing Company vs. Yards. PS...I drink Miller Lite so what the fuck do I know, actually, right now I'm drinking Genesee Cream Ale, so fuck it all together. BUT I went on both of their tours so I will compare those.
You also are entitled to Crue Fest 2: The Dismissal...it's coming.
Right now I'm listening to Johnny 99 by the Boss. The Nebraska version, which is amazing, but the live version is great too. The Loved Ones do a great version as well...ok, Highway Patrolman is on now. I'm drunk, friends. Getting married in less than a month. Talk soon.
Good Night.
End Transmisson.
It's late right now and I'm bored waiting for the wife to get home from work. Just wanted to give you a quick update on what I feel this blog is all about...FRIENDS.
I went and saw Rancid tonight at the festival pier on Delaware Ave. This place sucks, but I have seen Rancid every time they have been in Philly since they started coming here except twice. And more times then I can count Mike and Keely have been with me. I'm pretty sure that when they played the Troc 2 years ago, I saw them both nights, with Keely who was PREGNANT at the time. She love Lars.
Anyway, tonight they opened for Rise Against, who might be really good for the kids, but seriously, Rancid should not be opening for anyone at this point. I understand that we all need to make some money to survive, but the giant SKOAL tent in the parking lot area more than likely has nothing to do with Rancid. I will never ever knock this band for anything they do, but I hope from now on they stay away from the 104.5 sponsored Live Nation nonsense. Like I said, we all need to survive and so does Rancid, but all the corporate shit is uncalled for. They know they don't need it ...but whatever, they fed their kids tonight.
This being said, we got there right when Billy Talent got done. In my eyes they could just be called NO Talent and it all works out perfectly. Actually this was the first time I ever bought a ticket from a scalper. I don't know how "punk rock" this is or not, but I wanted to see my favorite band and not pay 45 dollars to do so. It all worked out in the end and the only thing that happened is that me and Mike had to go the the men's line and Keely to the girls line to get patted down.
On to the actual show. We decided we were going to kick back and just watch because we are old but as soon as they came on, opening with "Radio" we knew it didn't make a fucking difference, we were going to the front and getting into it. This is exactly what happened. It actually worked out perfectly b/c we couldn't find Keely and then all of a sudden she was right in front with us.
I'm not going to be able to tell you what songs they played in any order, but they played every song for us. All the punk rockers and the moon stompers were out in full force. I never had so many mohawks and freedom spikes go in my mouth at one time ever.
I feel like I am kind of rambling here but the bottom line is this...these mother fuckers are for real. Just watching them play together and interact is worth it all. Just seeing Mike and Keely, my "crew" for the night was incredible.
I guess the whole deal is this. I'm getting older. But the songs and music still mean as much to me now as they did 15 years ago. I crowd surfed tonight for christ's sake. Roots Radicals just means that much to me. It feels good to be a part of this thing we call punk rock. Every aspect of it.
But like I said, I'm getting older. And like this post's title says "The secret to a good life is knowing when your through." I hardly think I'm through. But I've still had a good life...and I got more life to live.
Totally drunk by the way.
Hope you keep coming back.
Coming up next...Philadelphia Brewing Company vs. Yards. PS...I drink Miller Lite so what the fuck do I know, actually, right now I'm drinking Genesee Cream Ale, so fuck it all together. BUT I went on both of their tours so I will compare those.
You also are entitled to Crue Fest 2: The Dismissal...it's coming.
Right now I'm listening to Johnny 99 by the Boss. The Nebraska version, which is amazing, but the live version is great too. The Loved Ones do a great version as well...ok, Highway Patrolman is on now. I'm drunk, friends. Getting married in less than a month. Talk soon.
Good Night.
End Transmisson.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Crue Fest Part I: The Arrival
Ok, so I know a lot of you have been waiting to hear about Crue Fest. Well here it is...from my notebook to your screen. This could take a while.
I will preface this post by letting you know that I will be dividing this into 2 sections. The Arrival and The Dismissal. The Arrival will document the goings on in the parking lot, The Dissmissal, the goings on in the Susquehanna Bank Center or the Suque Center (Suck Center), as I will now refer to this venue. That being said, here we go.
So I woke up Sunday morning feeling pretty good. Made some coffee, watched some TV. The old lady hit the road to go the the beach, so I had the run of the place. Around 10:30, the calls start. "You ready?" "Don't forget the grill." "We will be there at noon." Wait, doesn't this thing start at 5? Well, I knew what I was in for at this point. Crue Fest. An all day event of parking lot nonsense and a bunch of shitty bands, obviously the Crue not included. Of course like 12 dudes were supposed to go but as always at the last minute 6 bail. No biggie, more room in the Minnie Winnie. Oh, yes that's right, we went to this "fest" in a 25 year old Winnebago. Ballin.
Here it is:
You should know that as it is sitting there parked it is making all kinds of noise. Not even running. Banging and clanging. Turns out it's the generator. Keeps the refrigerator running. Good enough. We get in, I take shot gun, Mike starts it. Well tries to start it. She's an old girl, likes to be tickled. After a few stomps on the gas, we hit the sweet spot and she comes alive. Real bitch this thing is. Finally on the road.
We arrive at the parking lot with no fanfare. Just a line of cars that we are at the end of. Costs 40 bucks to park this thing. Parking lot is mostly dead at arrival. I guess we got there around 1:00. We set up the tent, got the chairs out and started to prepare for the afternoon. I had to raise the antenna and scope out the area:
Then, at 1:16 this happened:
That's Capp.
So is this:
He "lives for this fucking shit." As you can clearly see.
Capp is the man. He is a pretty even keeled dude but give him a parking lot, no sun screen, booze and a grill and he turns pretty quickly into what
I now refer to as "Concert Capp." He had a fucking blast. I wound up with a few bruises here and there and a sore neck, but hey, it's all in fun and I'm glad he was there.
The parking lot was pretty weak. I mean I'm not expecting Heavy Metal Parking Lot, but at least some naked girls and wild dudes. No such luck. Mostly non-metal dudes and college kids wearing sandels drinking Natty Lite. I'm pretty sure I'm old now b/c I haven't had a Natty Lite in like 10 years. To give you an example of how weak the lot was, here is a conversation I had with a gentleman in line at the porto-johns: Him: DUDE. Your whole back is tattooed. Me: Yes, I know. HIM: This parking lot SUCKS DICK. ME: YEA! HIM: DUDE, there isn't even any nitrous. The only dude that had it filled up like 5 balloons and the cops swarmed him. ME: That sucks, bro! (at this point the john opened and I went in.) Don't know if my boy got his balloons or not.
For some reason, we decided that we were going to have a full on picnic at this thing. Following are some of the food items that were on hand:
BBQ Shrimp Wrapped in Bacon:
Hamburgers:
Chicken and Chorizo (I know, I said the same thing):
Some sort of Asian Cole Slaw (this shit was so fucking good):
BBQ Pulled Pork (30 lbs, also amazing):
You will notice that the pork is in a crock pot. That's right, this shit was made the night before. Slow cooked all night. Dan kills it. Every time. Go read his blog if you like food.
www.realfoodratings.blogspot.com
The intention was to sell this pork, but the 5-0 said we needed a permit. Funny thing is as Dan was walking towards the cop, the K9 in the back started going ape shit. I wonder why. Here is our attempt at "selling" the pork.
This is getting kinda long now, so I will start to summarize. We drink all day. I put on SPF 75 lotion. Still get a little burnt. Capp puts on SPF 0 and gets FRIED. I think I heard "FUCK THAT, Sunblock is for pussies!" 1 hour later Jeremy is rubbing his back with a rolling rock can. We goofed around and ate and drank for a few hours. Kinda boring but great being with friends. I could have sat there all day. Great view of the city. Right under the Ben Franklin. Nice breeze. Good company. Can't beat it. Well now it's 8:00 and we decide to go in. We figured we safely missed Charm City Devils (whatever that is), Theory of a Dead Man (again, whatever that is), Drowning Pool (didn't that dude die) and if all went well, we would get just the tail end of the worst thing to happen to an Alice In Chains song, Godsmack. Of course before we went in this happened:
That my friends is the "phone call". You know exactly what phone call I mean. This one turned out pretty good though, considering the circumstances. Then Capp pissed on a car. Parking lot over.
All in all a great day for drinking and hanging with friends. And it only cost 40 bucks, plus food, plus gas, plus tolls...so yea, it wasn't cheap. But it was fun as hell thanks to Capp, Jeremy, Note, Dan and Mike. Thanks for the ticket and the great times.
If you want to see more pictures go check out my facebook page. I don't know what the link is, but right now only my friends will probably read this, so you know where to go.
This is my first big blog post, still getting the hang of it and I don't know the rules yet...you know what, fuck that. I post as long or as short as I want to. This is for me...and you. That being said, I hope you enjoyed The Arrival. Stayed tuned for Crue Fest Part II: The Dismissal.
Currently Listening to: PJ Harvey - Uh Huh Her (and Entourage in the background)
End Tranny.
I will preface this post by letting you know that I will be dividing this into 2 sections. The Arrival and The Dismissal. The Arrival will document the goings on in the parking lot, The Dissmissal, the goings on in the Susquehanna Bank Center or the Suque Center (Suck Center), as I will now refer to this venue. That being said, here we go.
So I woke up Sunday morning feeling pretty good. Made some coffee, watched some TV. The old lady hit the road to go the the beach, so I had the run of the place. Around 10:30, the calls start. "You ready?" "Don't forget the grill." "We will be there at noon." Wait, doesn't this thing start at 5? Well, I knew what I was in for at this point. Crue Fest. An all day event of parking lot nonsense and a bunch of shitty bands, obviously the Crue not included. Of course like 12 dudes were supposed to go but as always at the last minute 6 bail. No biggie, more room in the Minnie Winnie. Oh, yes that's right, we went to this "fest" in a 25 year old Winnebago. Ballin.
Here it is:
You should know that as it is sitting there parked it is making all kinds of noise. Not even running. Banging and clanging. Turns out it's the generator. Keeps the refrigerator running. Good enough. We get in, I take shot gun, Mike starts it. Well tries to start it. She's an old girl, likes to be tickled. After a few stomps on the gas, we hit the sweet spot and she comes alive. Real bitch this thing is. Finally on the road.
We arrive at the parking lot with no fanfare. Just a line of cars that we are at the end of. Costs 40 bucks to park this thing. Parking lot is mostly dead at arrival. I guess we got there around 1:00. We set up the tent, got the chairs out and started to prepare for the afternoon. I had to raise the antenna and scope out the area:
Then, at 1:16 this happened:
That's Capp.
So is this:
He "lives for this fucking shit." As you can clearly see.
Capp is the man. He is a pretty even keeled dude but give him a parking lot, no sun screen, booze and a grill and he turns pretty quickly into what
I now refer to as "Concert Capp." He had a fucking blast. I wound up with a few bruises here and there and a sore neck, but hey, it's all in fun and I'm glad he was there.
The parking lot was pretty weak. I mean I'm not expecting Heavy Metal Parking Lot, but at least some naked girls and wild dudes. No such luck. Mostly non-metal dudes and college kids wearing sandels drinking Natty Lite. I'm pretty sure I'm old now b/c I haven't had a Natty Lite in like 10 years. To give you an example of how weak the lot was, here is a conversation I had with a gentleman in line at the porto-johns: Him: DUDE. Your whole back is tattooed. Me: Yes, I know. HIM: This parking lot SUCKS DICK. ME: YEA! HIM: DUDE, there isn't even any nitrous. The only dude that had it filled up like 5 balloons and the cops swarmed him. ME: That sucks, bro! (at this point the john opened and I went in.) Don't know if my boy got his balloons or not.
For some reason, we decided that we were going to have a full on picnic at this thing. Following are some of the food items that were on hand:
BBQ Shrimp Wrapped in Bacon:
Hamburgers:
Chicken and Chorizo (I know, I said the same thing):
Some sort of Asian Cole Slaw (this shit was so fucking good):
BBQ Pulled Pork (30 lbs, also amazing):
You will notice that the pork is in a crock pot. That's right, this shit was made the night before. Slow cooked all night. Dan kills it. Every time. Go read his blog if you like food.
www.realfoodratings.blogspot.com
The intention was to sell this pork, but the 5-0 said we needed a permit. Funny thing is as Dan was walking towards the cop, the K9 in the back started going ape shit. I wonder why. Here is our attempt at "selling" the pork.
This is getting kinda long now, so I will start to summarize. We drink all day. I put on SPF 75 lotion. Still get a little burnt. Capp puts on SPF 0 and gets FRIED. I think I heard "FUCK THAT, Sunblock is for pussies!" 1 hour later Jeremy is rubbing his back with a rolling rock can. We goofed around and ate and drank for a few hours. Kinda boring but great being with friends. I could have sat there all day. Great view of the city. Right under the Ben Franklin. Nice breeze. Good company. Can't beat it. Well now it's 8:00 and we decide to go in. We figured we safely missed Charm City Devils (whatever that is), Theory of a Dead Man (again, whatever that is), Drowning Pool (didn't that dude die) and if all went well, we would get just the tail end of the worst thing to happen to an Alice In Chains song, Godsmack. Of course before we went in this happened:
That my friends is the "phone call". You know exactly what phone call I mean. This one turned out pretty good though, considering the circumstances. Then Capp pissed on a car. Parking lot over.
All in all a great day for drinking and hanging with friends. And it only cost 40 bucks, plus food, plus gas, plus tolls...so yea, it wasn't cheap. But it was fun as hell thanks to Capp, Jeremy, Note, Dan and Mike. Thanks for the ticket and the great times.
If you want to see more pictures go check out my facebook page. I don't know what the link is, but right now only my friends will probably read this, so you know where to go.
This is my first big blog post, still getting the hang of it and I don't know the rules yet...you know what, fuck that. I post as long or as short as I want to. This is for me...and you. That being said, I hope you enjoyed The Arrival. Stayed tuned for Crue Fest Part II: The Dismissal.
Currently Listening to: PJ Harvey - Uh Huh Her (and Entourage in the background)
End Tranny.
No Logos
I made the first of many new logos for the blog. I designed it all by myself. I guess a monkey could have done just as good, but I'm proud of it. There is a little meaning to it, but nothing so crucial that all you fuckers need to know. Besides, it's not that hard to figure out either. I hope you like it. If you don't, don't look at it I guess. Please don't steal it either.
Thanks.
Crue post coming up next...
Current Playlist:
The Loved Ones - Distractions E.P.
Frank Johnson - Love Ire & Songs
Chuck Ragan - all
Matt Pond PA - Several Arrows Later
The Meatmen - War of the Super Bikes II
3ND 7RANSM1SS10N.
Thanks.
Crue post coming up next...
Current Playlist:
The Loved Ones - Distractions E.P.
Frank Johnson - Love Ire & Songs
Chuck Ragan - all
Matt Pond PA - Several Arrows Later
The Meatmen - War of the Super Bikes II
3ND 7RANSM1SS10N.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
STIGMA!
I know you are all waiting for the Crue Fest Review update and it's coming. I was too tired last night to do anything. For now you can have this. If only this could come true.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Harmony In My Head
So this past Saturday was our wedding shower. I got fucking blasted. I'll have some pics for you to look at but here's basically how it went...Got there around 11:30 with Josh and Joan. Josh is the chef. He fucking rules. There was no booze on hand at this point, but it was coming, soon enough. Me and Josh shucked some corn and he showed me the most amazing burgers I have ever seen or tasted. Ground beef, ground sausage, parmesean cheese and something else I can't remember. I have never had a burger that tasted this good. No condiments either, and that is amazing for me b/c I can't not have ketchup...on everything. Around 2ish all the ladies started showing up and just standing around and doing what ladies do at this type of event. Josh and I started cooking and the beer came. We then started drinking (this went on till about midnight). I'm too old to be up till 4 and 5 in the morning anymore. Me and Joan played this newlywed game that we destroyed, only got one question wrong. About 5 all the dudes started coming in and then it was complete game over...no more water in between beers...scotch? of course we can do shots of that, Dad. My Mom and Dad are fucking awesome and my mom only cryed a little bit when I told her she has to dance with me at the wedding. My dad just wears sunglasses and keeps it real. He has been wearing the Rayban Warfarers since before the first time they were cool...so take note you hipster fucks, you didn't start it, you just ruined it. I kinda feel like I'm rambling here so I will get to the point...I love my life, family, friends and (future) wife more than I can imagine I could ever love something. This day made me realize that it's not all about what you have tangibly...it's about who you get to spend your time with. (Even though I did buy a new TV yesterday). A few shoutouts...Mike and Keely, I cannot even find the words. Josh and Kim, thanks for being genuine, real fucking people. Everyone who was there and supported us, thanks for everything. And thanks for the presents. And thanks Joan, without you, there is no me.
Sorry for being sappy(ish).
I will have more fun the next time.
Currently listening to: The Buzzcocks.
End Transmission
Sorry for being sappy(ish).
I will have more fun the next time.
Currently listening to: The Buzzcocks.
End Transmission
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Early To Finish, I Was Late To Start
Hello People,
As you can see it's been awhile since I have updated this blog. I guess the reason for it is that I haven't quite decided the direction it's going to take. I mean we have about 5 posts about Death Magnetic and then Phillies stuff. A little scattered and not to well written, in my humble opinion. Well when I woke up this morning I thought about this blog and said to myself, "Self, you need to get this thing going." That being said, I have decided to use this blog as a window into all things me. Anything that is happening with me in my life that I deem interesting enough to share with the world, I will post on here. I will do record/album reviews (not good ones, but reviews just the same). I will tell you about my wedding. I will let you know when the Phillies do something great. I will post tons of pictures and tell you what I ate last night. I will be a major dick and the nicest dude ever. My main vow is that I will try to make you laugh and keep you from your boredom as much as possible. I will offend people, so don't be a baby. I will do my best to keep this as up to date as possible.
So that being said, got check this out for now. This blog is brand new as of today and all you fat kids like me out there will love it.
http://realfoodratings.blogspot.com/
More to follow...
I Might Be An Adult, I'm A Minor At Heart.
End Transmission.
As you can see it's been awhile since I have updated this blog. I guess the reason for it is that I haven't quite decided the direction it's going to take. I mean we have about 5 posts about Death Magnetic and then Phillies stuff. A little scattered and not to well written, in my humble opinion. Well when I woke up this morning I thought about this blog and said to myself, "Self, you need to get this thing going." That being said, I have decided to use this blog as a window into all things me. Anything that is happening with me in my life that I deem interesting enough to share with the world, I will post on here. I will do record/album reviews (not good ones, but reviews just the same). I will tell you about my wedding. I will let you know when the Phillies do something great. I will post tons of pictures and tell you what I ate last night. I will be a major dick and the nicest dude ever. My main vow is that I will try to make you laugh and keep you from your boredom as much as possible. I will offend people, so don't be a baby. I will do my best to keep this as up to date as possible.
So that being said, got check this out for now. This blog is brand new as of today and all you fat kids like me out there will love it.
http://realfoodratings.blogspot.com/
More to follow...
I Might Be An Adult, I'm A Minor At Heart.
End Transmission.
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