Holy crap this is awesome. Some gym in eastern Pennsylvania in the early 90's. Such an amazing performance
by a bunch of doofuses barely out of their teens. It completely beats the crap out of the studio version that kicks off A
True Story of Teenage Rebellion.
I don't have much else to write, other than to apologize in advance
for being off the map for a little bit. I was planning to have good news and reflections upon my favorite hockey team, but
a team from north of the border listened to their angry-ass fans and delayed that inevitably. Sigh. If you have any questions about TDC while I'm gone, drop an email to tyler [at] TDCpresents
[dot] com and I'll do my best to answer with limited internet in Euroland.
Another spring means another 2-DVD Set of Georgetown's greatest charity rock concert, Cabaret. Here is
a preview I threw together too late the other night. It features Caitlyn Penny owning "Sex on Fire" by Kings of
Leon, a brief cameo by Cabaret '09 sax player/Lupe Fiasco clone Mike Jacobsen, and Richard Trent and I starting some isht.
The selections this year weren't as adventurous as last year (they
did "The Bends" in '09 and it blew my brain out the sides of my head), but they stuck to the usual mix of quality
house-bringer-downers from yesterday and today. It's worth it alone to buy the DVD to see the band's resident sax player,
right-wing demagogue, and all around cool dude Bill Nelson doing Kanye's part in "American Boy" dressed like the
two members of Outkast figured out how to make a white baby. It's just that simple.
The 2-DVD set will be available
from this site soon for $20 through Paypal. Get on it.
That's what I was wondering after last night's game. It was a lot of fun to witness the pounding. Not to say
that the series isn't within reach for the Habs, but if last night was any indication, things aren't as dire for the Caps
as most of the beleagered fanbase thought. Any game where Boyd "the Man" Gordon and Matt "the f**kin' MAN"
Bradley both score is not going to go down as an L for DC.
In other news, the official GEORGETOWN CABARET
2010 Video is well in progress, and I should have a quality preview up for you kids within a couple days. For now,
I've got a pair of fun videos to watch.
To be East Coast-centric is to be a bit short sighted. Not to say that
the West Coast is the Best Coast, but they do sports pretty well out there. I didn't realize until I watched the highlights of the Kings-Canucks game at the
Staples Center what a freaking madhouse that place can be, especially since both the Kings and the Lakers are off to a good
start in their respective playoffs now. It's a pretty good time to be an LA Sports fan, especially if the Dodgers pick up
their act a bit.
Here are the Kings/Nucks highlights from last night, complete with ridiculously intense crowd
shots that include a ton of rabid Canucks fans who made the trip down the coast. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did.
I don't think they've got what it takes to make it to the finals,
but I like the Kings a lot; they're easily one of my favorite Western Conference teams. It's nice to see old DC friend/superjew
Jeff Halpern back in the playoffs, too.
Alright, I gotta run. But that doesn't mean I'm going to deprive you of
POP-PUNK TUESDAY! Let's see how long I keep this one up. Maybe one more week at most? Bet on it.
A couple thoughts on things involving balls, pucks, and swollen egos.
College basketball is over, and I can go back to hating the sport per usual. I mean, the tournament lost a lot
of meaning and significance when Syracuse got bumped, but their defeators, Butler, did their part to keep the storyline fascinating
in the face of Mike Shrshevsnekgishy's toupee.
What happened with Duke was the exact same thing that happened
to Boston U during the Frozen Four last year in DC. Like 80 million other people, I was rooting for Miami of Ohio. They'd
never won a Championship in any sport, and the team seemed young, energetic, and likeable. In other words, the vintage underdogs.
They were up 3-1 with less than a few minutes to go, and BU managed to pull a couple of hard-charged goals out of their ass
to tie it, and then won it on a fluky goal in overtime. The first thing we see isn't the announcers admitting that Miami should
have won the game; it was a full-on fellating of BU's coach Jack Parker and his program.
Duke, the favorite in
last night's game, outside of the scoring sequence, did the exact same goddamn thing. They didn't dominate Butler as they
could have, but nearly let the team run by the whitest baller since Bob Cousy win it twice in very close succession. What
we see today are tons of "No Denying Duke" headlines, rather than "Holy Shit That was Close! Coach K did a
decent job but Butler were pretty awesome!"
Just support the game. Seriously. Gordon Hayward, enjoy the life
of stardom that last night's game afforded you. You are pretty awesome. Just don't screw it up like so many NBA players have.
Moving on to a better sport... BASEBALL'S BACK!
And the Nats completely choked on their first game into what I'm sure will be a glorious 2010 season. Of course, it had to
be against the Phillies, a team that, if it hadn't have been the Yankees smacking them up, I would have rejoiced to watch
them lose the World Series. Naturally, as most of the Philly fans were acting, their team will go 162-0 this year and bring
glory back to their fine city. Whoops, the Flyers are in a downward spiral and the Eagles just shipped McNabb to DC. And the
76ers probably play, too, but I couldn't care less.
Moving onto an even better sport...Hockey.
Now, I may hate on certain teams and their fans here, but unless the person I'm hating on is named Sidney, my hatred
is in jest and good fun. But there are some things that really make my blood boil. One is when convicted sex offenders get
out on something resembling good behavior. And that same thing happened to superpervert Graham James. Now, I was never a huge Theo Fleury fan, but the fact that he and Sheldon Kennedy came forward about how this dude used
to relieve himself on their feet (and we ain't talking about the bladder) was remarkably brave. I really hope that James retires
to seclusion in the Canadian wilderness, goes out to his kiddie-porn shack, and gets mauled and raped by a Grizzly Bear. Or
beaten severely by the members of the band Grizzly Bear. And they say indie rock isn't contributing to society.
Sorry, this post was pretty negative. I just want the NHL playoffs so start already. I get bored and frustrated when teams
that aren't the Caps are playing things that aren't hockey. It's too warm for this! Speaking of warm weather, you know what
that means...POP-PUNK TUESDAY!
Razorcake is a DIY punk-centric magazine founded, distributed, and painstakingly edited by Todd Taylor.
Someone made a mini-documentary about the zine; it features issue #53 (the one with my Good Luck interview in it). You should
watch this if you'd like, and you should subscribe whether you'd like to or not and support the mf. At any rate, it's pretty
educational about what goes into an independent magazine. Happy Easter weekend. Find those damn eggs.
And the Nats completely choked on their first game into what I'm sure will be a glorious 2010 season. Of course, it had to
be against the Phillies, a team that, if it hadn't have been the Yankees smacking them up, I would have rejoiced to watch
them lose the World Series. Naturally, as most of the Philly fans were acting, their team will go 162-0 this year and bring
glory back to their fine city. Whoops, the Flyers are in a downward spiral and the Eagles just shipped McNabb to DC. And the
76ers probably play, too, but I couldn't care less.
