I wish I'd known about these guys back when they were in town 2 years ago...
Showing posts with label videos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label videos. Show all posts
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Flashback: Gravitas-Off
This is still one of my favorite clips from The Colbert Report. In the very first episode of the show, Stephen Colbert and Stone Phillips have a Gravitas-Off:
Monday, October 20, 2008
Stephen is one sexy beast
Colbert. Stephen Colbert. [WHAT?!]
And he's gonna use a drain auger to snake out my U-trap. MeeeOW!
And he's gonna use a drain auger to snake out my U-trap. MeeeOW!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Pied Piper of Hutzovina
I'm still freakin' obsessed with Gogol Bordello. Particularly Eugene Hutz. Here's the trailer for The Pied Piper of Hutzovina, a documentary following Hutz on a journey to rediscover his gypsy roots.
There's nothing more electrifying that seeing Gogol Bordello live. I'm already planning for their upcoming shows in D.C. Yep. Plural. They're playing two nights in a row at the 9:30 Club, and I just might have to attend both. Well... if I survive the first show.
The last time I went to a Gogol Bordello concert... it was June, and I absentmindedly wore my Chacos to the show. My feet were numb within minutes, and it wasn't until I hit the ladies room afterwards that I realized I had lost a few toenails. Or rather, "several of my toenails were brutally ripped off from getting stomped on by frenzied fans."
I've never really thought of myself as being "delicate," but HOLY HELL! I guess I needed to be smashed in a sea of rabid gypsy punk fans to truly understand just how delicate I really was. Did it occur to me to take any friends along? Nah. "This will be an adventure!"
So it was me against a hundreds of testosterone-fueled Y-chromosomes.
Being slammed up against hundreds of strangers was kinda weird. I had no choice but to move as the crowd moved, jump as the crowd jumped. Within 30 minutes, my clothes were soaked with the sweat of at least 20 different people. And I didn't need to worry about passing out and getting trampled on - we were so smashed in together that it would have been impossible to actually fall to the ground.
Eventually everyone was throwing elbows trying to preserve their personal space. There was one ass in particular who kept digging his elbow into my chest. Do you not notice this uniquely mushy padding that your appendage is ramming into??? GET YOUR GODDAMN ELBOW OUTTA MY TIT! I either punched him or jabbed a very angry fingernail into his arm. I don’t remember.
I didn't realize until the next day just how many muscles I had been using trying to protect myself. I could barely walk. When my alarm clock went off, I nearly fell on my face trying to engage what was left of my muscles. And my mood... holy crap, I was a completely different person! My aura had been infected by the toxic sludge of male aggression. I was one angry BITCH. It took me several days to re-socialize myself.
Do I want to do it all over again? HELL YEAH.
Sooo... my GB survival kit will include no less than: one titanium sports bra, one pair of steel-toed boots, one bottle of Advil, one set of dry clothes, and at least one linebacker to help buffer me from the stupid "moshers."
I should start drafting my Craigslist ad now.
Wanted: One kind-hearted beefcake to stand next to me for 4 hours. Dinner, drinks, and cover charge provided.
Mishto!
There's nothing more electrifying that seeing Gogol Bordello live. I'm already planning for their upcoming shows in D.C. Yep. Plural. They're playing two nights in a row at the 9:30 Club, and I just might have to attend both. Well... if I survive the first show.
The last time I went to a Gogol Bordello concert... it was June, and I absentmindedly wore my Chacos to the show. My feet were numb within minutes, and it wasn't until I hit the ladies room afterwards that I realized I had lost a few toenails. Or rather, "several of my toenails were brutally ripped off from getting stomped on by frenzied fans."
I've never really thought of myself as being "delicate," but HOLY HELL! I guess I needed to be smashed in a sea of rabid gypsy punk fans to truly understand just how delicate I really was. Did it occur to me to take any friends along? Nah. "This will be an adventure!"
So it was me against a hundreds of testosterone-fueled Y-chromosomes.
Being slammed up against hundreds of strangers was kinda weird. I had no choice but to move as the crowd moved, jump as the crowd jumped. Within 30 minutes, my clothes were soaked with the sweat of at least 20 different people. And I didn't need to worry about passing out and getting trampled on - we were so smashed in together that it would have been impossible to actually fall to the ground.
Eventually everyone was throwing elbows trying to preserve their personal space. There was one ass in particular who kept digging his elbow into my chest. Do you not notice this uniquely mushy padding that your appendage is ramming into??? GET YOUR GODDAMN ELBOW OUTTA MY TIT! I either punched him or jabbed a very angry fingernail into his arm. I don’t remember.
I didn't realize until the next day just how many muscles I had been using trying to protect myself. I could barely walk. When my alarm clock went off, I nearly fell on my face trying to engage what was left of my muscles. And my mood... holy crap, I was a completely different person! My aura had been infected by the toxic sludge of male aggression. I was one angry BITCH. It took me several days to re-socialize myself.
Do I want to do it all over again? HELL YEAH.
Sooo... my GB survival kit will include no less than: one titanium sports bra, one pair of steel-toed boots, one bottle of Advil, one set of dry clothes, and at least one linebacker to help buffer me from the stupid "moshers."
I should start drafting my Craigslist ad now.
Wanted: One kind-hearted beefcake to stand next to me for 4 hours. Dinner, drinks, and cover charge provided.
Mishto!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Musical Interlude: Gogol Bordello
Some of you have never heard of Gogol Bordello, so I'm going to start you off nice and easy with an acoustic version of "Not a Crime."
Next, we'll move on to the album version. The video is cheesy/irritating, but the song freakin' ROCKS!
And now... Start Wearing Purple.
Guess how much it pisses me off that Yahoo is using "Start Wearing Purple" as their new slogan?
Jerks.
Next, we'll move on to the album version. The video is cheesy/irritating, but the song freakin' ROCKS!
And now... Start Wearing Purple.
Guess how much it pisses me off that Yahoo is using "Start Wearing Purple" as their new slogan?
Jerks.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
What could possibly be better than barenaked ladies with a million dollars in bathroom?
Barenaked Ladies singing "$1,000,000" in a bathroom...
Monday, July 14, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thank you, Stephen!
Stephen Colbert, that is.
It appears that you love us just as much as we love you! You knew we were smitten by your address to the Princeton Class of 2008, but bummed that the only way we could -sorta- hear it was via low-quality cell phone video posted on YouTube. So what do you do for your adoring fans? You served it up to us on a silver platter in last night's segment of The Word: Oh, The Places You'll Stay.
Bless you.
It appears that you love us just as much as we love you! You knew we were smitten by your address to the Princeton Class of 2008, but bummed that the only way we could -sorta- hear it was via low-quality cell phone video posted on YouTube. So what do you do for your adoring fans? You served it up to us on a silver platter in last night's segment of The Word: Oh, The Places You'll Stay.
Bless you.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Oh, Stephen!
Stephen Colbert, that is.
What? Who did you think I meant?
Anyway... the man who makes my heart skip a beat just received yet another well-deserved accolade:
"The Great Princeton Class of 2008 Understandable Vanity Award."
I'd post the article and the tasty photos here, but I don't want to risk being sued by the author, photographer, or the Associated Press - so I'll just send you to this link:
Colbert tells grads: Please don't change the world
And some morsels from YouTube:
Stephen Colbert's 2008 Princeton Class Day Speech: Don't Follow Jesus, Follow Me
Stephen Colbert's 2008 Princeton Class Day Speech: Don't Change the World
Let me know if you find the entire speech somewhere on the internet.
What? Who did you think I meant?
Anyway... the man who makes my heart skip a beat just received yet another well-deserved accolade:
"The Great Princeton Class of 2008 Understandable Vanity Award."
I'd post the article and the tasty photos here, but I don't want to risk being sued by the author, photographer, or the Associated Press - so I'll just send you to this link:
Colbert tells grads: Please don't change the world
And some morsels from YouTube:
Stephen Colbert's 2008 Princeton Class Day Speech: Don't Follow Jesus, Follow Me
Stephen Colbert's 2008 Princeton Class Day Speech: Don't Change the World
Let me know if you find the entire speech somewhere on the internet.
Friday, April 18, 2008
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