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.