...randomness surrounding Guided by Voices, Robert Pollard, and other great indie rock bands; a quasi objective look at "my" sporting teams; the random horror film; plus other crap as we see fit...all with a Pittsburgh based feel.
The Duplass Brothers latest film is an absolute blast! We really fell in love with The Puffy Chair a couple years ago, but Baghead is a special treat. I knew nothing about the story line or plot going into my first viewing, and perhaps for a film like this, it's the best way to go about it. So I'm not even going to insert the trailer here.
Don't read what it's about or look at any reviews. Trust me on this one. Simply get Baghead. Insert. Enjoy. (You can thank me later).
Courtesy of our hockey insider, GBVH, taken in a bathroom stall at the Fillmore in Detroit, where Chickenfoot played last Wednesday....
Supposedly, Chad Smith (Chickenfoot and Red Hot Chili Peppers drummer), who is from Detroit, trash talked Sid during the show...letting out a "Crosby sucks."
My little brother got his arm stuck in the microwave. So my mom had to take him to the hospital. My grandma dropped acid this morning, and she freaked out. She hijacked a busload of penguins. So it's sort of a family crisis. Bye!
Steeler Safety Troy Polamalu, and arguably the best playmaking DB in the NFL, on watching Game 7 of the Stanley Finals earlier this year:
"Hockey is the greatest spectator sport there is. I was more nervous watching those final 15 minutes than I was during the 4th quarter in Tampa (referring to the Superbowl)."
I've quietly held this belief for some time, but I think now is the time to take my stance public. I don't get the endless love for football, when rugby gives people everything they like in football, but does it better.
Everyone constantly endorses football for the big hit by big guys in order to control an oblong ball. Now, with rugby, you get big guys laying big hits, with next to no padding, in order to control an oblong ball. Not to mention the clock hardly stops and they would laugh at something called a "tv timeout." Football is the half hearted sibling of rugby, yet this country eats it up. Not that I'm turning my back on football, I'm just wondering out loud how it's better counterpart can't even begin to grasp a ounce of attention while football can do no wrong.
That and Walt Anderson will probably never experience this...
Kinda forgot how magical these guys were, and what a pure genius David Byrne is. Can't believe this was 25 years ago. Perhaps the greatest musical performance these eyes have ever seen on film, I poop you not. If you've never seen it, give yourself a treat...
Yes...over a month ago, we (the collective "we") won the Stanley Cup, the most prized trophy in all of sport. Just because EC was absentee for a month +, doesn't mean we won't gloat. While attempting to move on to next season, as well as some other things, we will still play catch-up and occasionally pound the chest some more as we poke fun at Marian Hossa.
So what if Stevie G wanted to hear a little Phil?! I say the DJ, Marcus, is clearly at fault here because he should have obliged this simple request. Instead of getting punched in the face, he could have merely played "Sussudio", and this whole situation would have been avoided.
In other news, we're gonna get this blog rolling again here shortly. Lots of stuff to catch-up on including a Stanley Cup and Pitchfork Fest. Been a little busy lately with recovery, travel, school, and sesquentials. This month marks the 3 year anny of this stupid little blog, so we may try to get a new template rolling here as well. Sorry for the hiatus. Also sorry Yost's noots, who will pay with kickings.