Tuddd's Muddd

Reminder

Will "You Got What I Need" For Food and / or a Warm Place to Sleep for a Few Hours

 

 

We do it theTuneUp way... AUTOMAGICALLY!

I Did Not Know This

 

Apparently there's a 24 hour webcam (with sound!) trained on the famous Abbey Road crossing area.  This is an important innovation, because it (FINALLY) allows for permanent documentation of the approximately 74,532 tourists that try to re-create the Beatles' iconic album cover daily.  FASCINATING SHIT!

Eat 'Em Up

"Face it, Love is like a fucking cockroach."

 

"You're probably best off trying to squash that bastard, but that sometimes doesn't work -- that industrious little bugger manages to crawl into all kinds of cracks and crevices.  And the only way to really kill it is through the overuse and frequent application of extremely dangerous toxic chemicals." 

Marnie Stern at Santos Party House, March 4th, 2011

[Photo by my buddy Devin taken at this show]

    [Fun evening, hence this post.]

    Oh, and yes, I snagged a saucy!

    Evening began early when I met my buddy Devin at GPT for some 32 ounce Bud Lights.  We continued to his place, where we drank some Four Loko while jammin' Motorhead (who we saw live last week).  Nothing terribly notable to report other than Devin spiking a half full pint glass of said Four Loko onto the floor of his apartment, which necessitated some intense clean-up what with all the broken glass and such.  Anyway.

    Took the L to First Ave and snagged some overpriced beers and some shitty fucking pizza along the way in alphabet city before heading over to the Goes Cube listening party for their new album, which I've of course already pre-ordered (obv).  Said listening party was held at the bar Idle Hands on Avenue B., which I believe at one point was called Midway, then after that shitloaf went sour became the gayly named Rehab.  Hung with Matt (bass) and Kenny (drums) from Goes Cube for awhile before heading out towards Santos.  [And yes, from what I heard, the new Goes Cube album sounds fucking vicious.  Go here for an awesome motherfucking mp3 from said album's leadoff track.]

    So we got into a cab heading towards Santos.  It turns out the cabbie is a total fucking nutjob, who enlightened us on the following topics:

• As recently as 3 years ago he had $30 million in the bank, due to wise real estate and art investing.
• He had numerous improbable stories about said supposed fortune.  Notably, he started talking about "tax shelters in the '80s" and he didn't know SHIT about off-shore tax shelters.  This fucking motherfucker was obviously either flat out lying (um, yeah), or he's REALLY bad with money.
• He fought in the Vietnam war.
• He apparently cares for a host of older relatives whose health is failing.  Since I basically do the same fucking thing, I bonded with him over this. 
• According to him, my friend and I are "a bunch of no good fucking punks."  Not sure what prompted said bitterness, but for fuck's sake, AGREED!!!
• He told Devin to "shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down" at least twice.
• Seemed like a dece guy otherwise. 

    Anyway, we wound up at Santos right before Tera Melos was to take the stage.  I'm not going to belabor this too much, but they were HORRIBLE.  Like imagine a blander, shittier version of Polvo (who are one of the most overrated bands ever IMHO) and you get the picture.  Plus the Santos 'crew' kept blaring their dumbass smoke machine, which made shit even shittier.  Borderline blacked out, we took this opportunity to go outside and roll / smoke a j.

    Marnie's set was pretty good.  Unfortch "The Crippled Jazzer" was marred by the fact that her guitar was totally fucking broken due to a mishap earlier in the week (as she explained) but she eventually switched to a black Tele and was able to stay in tune.  I'm on record as LOVING her newest album, so I was psyched to hear shit like "Her Confidence," "Absorb Those Numbers," and the set-closing (uh, I think) "For Ash" live.  And they clearly enjoyed playing to a captive hometown NYC crowd, which, from what I could tell, was made up of children most of whom were less than half my age.  In fact, I'm pretty much convinced that other than Marnie herself (who is 8 months older than I am), I was BY FUCKING FAR the oldest person in the room.  

    Post-show headed out to my place for some hardcore saucing.  NTS. 

    Oh, shit.  One last thing.  Coming out of a nitrous blackout to "La Villa Strangiato" is one of the world's finest pleasures.  Anyway, Tuddd out.

Eat Your Heart Out Roger Daltrey

 

Don't mind if I DON'T!!!! heheh

 

Fuck You, Seth Meyers

 

Fuckin shitfuck cocksuckin unfunny sub-Mad TV cunt FUCK

Y'pork'd'm Beafi

me:  did you show him who's boss
via cornholing
Stuart:  yep