Showing posts with label shut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shut. Show all posts

Monday, October 29, 2007

The Eyes Are The Groin Of The Head

I was going to go into detail about the Ben Harper show and how not amazing it was, but I kind of lost steam. I love Ben Harper (although I have barely heard the new record), but the show was very lack-luster. By saying this, I am even factoring out the fact that he played "Use Me" which, let's face it, is a song that is covered by probably 90% of the local cover bands and the last thing I want to hear any band play ever. Even with that out of the picture, it still didn't have the bite that I remember when I saw him the first time. To say nothing of the fact that the Orpheum is a terrible place to see a rock show. It is pretty, but when you can hear the conversation (MUCH conversation) of the people around you more plainly than you can hear the band, this is not a good sign.

I am not saying that there weren't moments of brilliance because there were. In midshow, he played a long instrumental which was beautiful, but even more than that, the crowd actually shut up for a few minutes. All I can say is that I am glad it was free.

There. Aren't you glad I condensed this down to a small paragraph (and a half)? Had I been overly motivated, it would have been much longer, and a much bigger waste of everyone's time. Anyway, in case you people haven't noticed, I have added The Official Website of Jeffrey Combs to my links to the right. You will probably soon see this picture on there:

Jeffrey Combs

I wrote a some words a couple of posts down about my time in Little Rock and getting to meet, not only Jeff Combs, but this guy:

Michael Graves

And to top it all off, I found out that the Norse god of thunder is taken:

Thor and His Lady

Sorry, ladies. Well, I suppose that will be all for the time being. Hopefully, I'll be getting to use my plastic Big Shot camera soon. Oh, and pretty, pretty trees/moon/houses/night/stars picture pretty, pretty.

Down The Street

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

"I Ain't Got No Car To Take You On A Date"

So, as grammatically horrendous as it may be, I can't get enough of Timbaland (in this case, "The Way I Are"). At the very, very least, he is a beat writing master. If all hip hop was at least this good, maybe it wouldn't suck so much. Speaking of sucky hip hop, by stark contrast, Kanye West is an over-hyped, under-talented idiot responsible for raping one of my favorite songs. I can't even listen to "Harder, Better..." by Daft Punk without remembering what he did to it. I can't say that I've heard a tremendous amount of this hack's work, but from what I have heard, he certainly doesn't deserve all this praise and adoration that I perceive him getting. For all I know, Timbaland and Kanye West are no different and I'M the idiot, but you shut up. You...just shut up and look at this kitten:


Mavery In Shoe Box

A brief and satisfying rant by Adam Dodds about...hip hop?