Up too early...

Hardy har har. I do take my time. I've been posting on the HellYa! blog so thats where this shiz has been.

I slept like shit last night, Codeine apparently just gets you high but doens't help you sleep. I got up at 2:45am and checked email. If you know me, you know that's NOT normal.

I'm off to Tulsa today with my pals to Dfest. I went last year and had a blast. They have wine slushies, yeah no joke. Its like a slurpie that gets you drunken monken. I have no qualms with this, especially in the insane humidity that will be Tulsa, Oklahoma.

Looking forward to seeing Other Lives in Tulsa. Beautiful shtuff. Okay I'm off to showere (ew.)

I'll leave you with this video I love:

In Love Again

I went to Cinespace last night, sadly bereft of any celebrity sighting besides the designer-wearing chap from that new show Glee (which I found mildly entertaining...we'll see if they can pick it up storywise.)

No I did not see the MTV Movie Awards although apparently a kid I know peed next to Hugh Jackman for (oddly) the second time in a year and drunkenly brought up this fact while at the urinal. Smart move Jason. Apparently Mr. Wolverine was slightly creeped.

I've always found the intimacy of urinals to be quite ironic and super curious. It just seems so...bare? Vulnerable? PERSONAL? Yet its clearly a representation of masculinity in America, and absolutely accepted as not-weird.

Anyway, point is, obviously after yawning at the Eminem-Sasha-Ballsinface controversy, I did find my way to the New Moon trailer which...oops there I go...need to watch it again. Berightback.



Best snack of the day:

The Lonely Forest- We Sing In Time

Yeah...trolling Myspace is really worth my time.

For your next big night out, definitely get your outfit from this designer.

Adventures on Thursday

Some days its fun, and some days its just funny.

Like for instance, this demo submission. I just...I don't even know what to say? Its so awesomely strange. Please witness the wonder that is this Alaskan duo.

I mean, wow. Sometimes humans are REALLY confusing. I'm not sure if I appreciate the earnestness or if I'm just apalled at our capacity for believing our own crap. Or worse, looking so hard for meaning that we'll really just get so far out there that we are unrecognizable to society.

I suppose that's the fodder for meaningful (and successful) documentaries.

Maybe its worse to be aware of the comedy factor, its rarely actually funny when you realize how much of the sad cliches apply to literally every human.

Anyway, something positive? Something interesting? Haha. Well I will show you something pretty from new moon: yum. Sorry boys, that one is not for you unless you are in fact on the...achem...boy-team. You know what I mean.

Frankmusik

Holy awesome Big-tasticness.

Donnie Darko 2 and also What Is My Problem

Riddle me this: How long does iTunes think it can charge $2.99 for one episode of ANYTHING? Not to mention movies being $15 on there.

Sheesh. Not to mention an iTunes "rental" you have month to use it, it DOESN'T go on your iTunes (hello? that was the point so I would have something to watch at the gym!) and it isn't super cheap in the first place.

Either way, this complaining really doesn't make up for the fact that the movie I did in fact rent and plan to try to watch this evening is Donnie Darko 2. I mean seriously?! What is wrong with me?

A. Thats a classic, and a cult one at that.

B. Sequels are wrong. Sequels are especially wrong when in relationship to see point A.

I'll report back and hopefully its not an abortion of a movie like that hell show Terminator Salvation. I WANT MY MONEY BACK MOTHERFUCKERS. DO YOU HEAR ME!

Dredg

Thank goodness for awesome bands like Dredg. I am one of the lucky few (except thats not true because it leaked I think) that have the new record. My friend produced it and I was so lame as to text him after I heard it and say "I know this is nerdy but I'm proud of you." I think he told me to go fuck myself or something, but I meant the compliment.

I was late on the Dredg train I must admit, but back when I was working for Velvet Hammer I ended up going to see them at the Avalon not really knowing what I was getting into. I remember watching them from the sidestage just completely slackjawed at how good they were, and watching the crowd lose their minds. 

The next time I "met" them was last year at Coachella where I couldn't find a bathroom and peed in their trailer thingy. I remember being in the bathroom and being like "holy shit I'm peeing in DREDGS toilet!!! How cool!!" 

After some real hangage, I've come to love the band as people and it makes the new record even that much sweeter. Fucking psyched for tonight at the Troubadour. 

In other news, I am addicted to The Guggenheim Grotto's "Fee Da Da Dee" so it must be listened to IMMEDIATELY.

Where The Wild Things Are

I have a SERIOUSLY obsessive personality.

This ranges from the color coding (and length of sleeve ascending order) in my closet, to my ex-boyfriend from highschool who would probably have hard time deciding if he could run fast enough to get away or if he would just have to kill me this time if he ever sees me again.

This wonderful quirk slash curse has recently elicited itself in the Where The Wild Things Are trailer that I seem to find myself watching at least once a day on Hulu.

When I was a kid my dad was a photographer in Minneapolis. They put on a play of Where The Wild Things Are back in..shit...1984 it had to be at the Guthrie Theater. My dad was hired to take photos of the play and I remember going backstage and the costume heads being taller than I was and being totally afraid of them. Its one of those childhood memories that really stick with you, that feeling of fear...and then finding yourself climbing all around and over these huge monster heads. Fear; vanquished. Thanks dad.

I was given 4 stuffed dolls of Max and 3 of the monsters. The one with the long hair I still think of as "Sarah" as I named her, she had yellow barrets (thank you me.)

Can not wait for this. Thank you world for making something this cool.

In le studio

I'm currently sitting in Steakhouse Studio in North Hollywood using someones computer (no clue who) and hoping they dont burst into the soundbooth and kick my girlish ass for my theivery and disrespect of their property. Well...you know what, oh well fuckers.

Camera Can't Lie is recording their song "Dakota" right now, and its sounding beautiful. I mean, how could it not? Such a heartbreaker (and I dont just mean the singer bahbumbumching.) Check it- right click and open in a new window because I'm slightly tech-tarded today and I want you to be able to listen AND finish reading my brilliance: Camera Can't Lie Myspace.

So this evenings revels involve a new Kings of Leon-esque LA band that I'm loving like I love Cheetos (which is a big statement as you anyone who knows me can tell you, I am thinking of starting a 12-Step group for my Cheetos addiction. Mmmm. Orange fingers. Drool.) Anyway, back on track. The band is called Links, (again do the right clicky new window thingy.) 

Live, his voice feels like you are in a humid southern swamp. There is voo-doo all around and braided through that shit. Its beautiful, and real, and dark. Although he looks like your neighbor Frank, dark soul spills out and I'm fucking taken there. You know....there....where I actually want to stay at an entire show and want more at the end. 

I also have a not-so-secret enjoyment in finding and seeing these sorts of bands this early, when its you and 20 other hard core supporters and you know these guys will be playing festivals to thousands of screaming kids someday soon. 

Afterwards I'm hitting the Viper Room for Heather Peggs birthday party (part 1) for Dr. Seahorse.  Miss Peggasus turned me on to them, and although I did find myself singing along and having a Chronicles of Narnia moment where I was like "oh fuck this is super Christian", its highly enjoyable and I'm hoping the live show delivers. 

Awwwwww.

Camera Can't Lie - High & Dry from iamthinker on Vimeo.

No one told me Cage was that hot?

New video by Shia Lebouf.

Dark, beautiful. And the video is cool too hardyhar.

Why are Swedes so fair skinned?

Although I was hoping that would turn into some Twilight esque action and the red-eyes would lead to some werewolf action, its still cool with out. Although yeah, them Swedish folks. They have this tough I dont give a fuck air while still having porcelain skin. I would like to go observe them in their own envirnment someday.

Case of the Monday.

At least today there was one good thing and its called Woodhands.

What fucking rock! Dance party fuck you rock.

www.myspace.com/woodhands

I'm not sure I can say much for those covers, seems pretty inane choicewise, and not even a good job really (sorry guys) but "I Wasn't Made For Fighting" and "Dancer" are sick as shit.

I love these kind of irreverant bands whos personality screams through their music. You know they would be great to party with, like The Gay Blades, and even 3oh!3 (who I saw do 2 songs at Jimmy Kimmel today, huge as they are becoming I still get giggles when I watch them do their coordinated dances. Its still taking the piss, and its still funny, and they are still just 2 brilliant dudes who respect hip hop and have a great sense of humor. I hope they can buy the moon when their run is over.)

I'm going to unfortunately miss No Doubt's set at Kimmel this evening (DAMN IT) as I'll be at a showcase. I was considering telling my boss I had to go check out a female fronted band from Orange County...but I think under duress I may have let the cat out of the proverbial fancy Gwen bag and then I'd look like an ass. They aren't even on our label, and something tells me they aren't available to sign.

After the showcase tonight I am going to try to get as far through the final Sookie Stackhouse novel that I've just begun as I can. I can't help it. I'm a sucker for vampire books plus now I'm in that unfortunate position of needing to finish the story no matter what. Its like when you accidently find yourself watching Garfield 2 and you are like wow I'm actually stupider for having watched this garbage but somehow...I must know how it ends. Sigh.