3/18/11

"Brad"

SO I am really excited about the recent Anthony Kiedis announcement of a new Chili Peppers album to come out right around *THIS GIRL*'s birthday. Boo yah. Dr. Johnny Skinz's Disproportionately Rambunctious Polar Express Machine-head

I'm reading Scar Tissue right now, on the recommendation of my good pal Eric, and it is awesome, which is why I can't stop listening to old RHCP lately and or talking about Anthony Kiedis. Ask me anything about Anthony Kiedis and I will creepily recite facts at you. There are few bands I feel this strongly about. Seeing RHCP at Penn State my sophomore year of college was one of my top 5 concerts ever. Such a story behind that concert and how I came to finally be in its attendance.... lol. (ok whatever sometimes a grown ass girl has to throw a temper tantrum in the middle of a farm party to get everyone's sympathy and prove her point.)

But it all worked out in the end ( ... for everyone but Braham.)

By the Way had just come out, which is arguably my favorite Chili Peppers album... up there with Blood Sugar Sex Magik and Californication. It was so important to me in that time and space and I can still play it in its entirety today. So as my side of the story goes, Braham was stricken with the plague, by Jesus, for omitting me from his large Chili Peppers ticket purchase (2003, not over it yet lol) and our friend "Brad" got to go in his place a few hours before doors. We pregamed at my friend Erica's, we all rolled in as Queens of the Stone Age (2nd opener) was ending their set all boisterously with No One Knows and we are like 9 people deep and 7,584 red bull and vodkas deep and only missing a few friends, including my good friend "Brad"who was already inside....


Now you should know right now that 9 times out of 10 I am not this girl. I am perfectly content at a concert as long as I can see and hear and have a little space to bop around. But I lead everyone through the crowd on the floor; pretending I was returning to my rightful, earned, camped out, Paternovilled position; calling out "Braddd!"and not really actively looking for Brad at all.

I get right up to the gates, front row. Who do I see dead in front of me? F*cking B-rad. Unbelievable. "I wasn't even really looking for you, dude." I watched the whole show pressed against the gates with 9 of my best college buddies and they played every song I wanted to hear. It could have only been improved with the addition of tube socks. It was awesome.

At some point I think my other friend "Dan" convinced me to get on his shoulders and flash Flea, (which I was later called out on by a classmate who was also at the show, which was NOT embarassing.) Two enthusiastic thumbs up. Hope I get to see them again this summer!















3/12/11

BEATS 101

Maybe it's because I used to teach fitness classes in college and took hip hop and other styles of dance but hot damn do I appreciate a beat at 100+ bpm. For this reason I am the member of an elite BEATS sharing email list serv. The list serv is so elite that I can't even tell you much about it. There are three other members besides myself and you can't join. You can also get kicked off the list serv for not contributing enough BEATS (Fetz). The BEATS listserv is all about a toe-tapping, fist-pumping good time. Also I used to live on the Jersey Shore. True story.

Most hipsters don't like beats unless you count Disco Biscuits: 

Or maybe this guy. I can see him doing an inverted fist pump:


Assuming you are new to beats here is some beats 101. These are like, beats with training wheels. You can't just drink a sip of Ron Ron juice and be a guid overnight. Please......

DAFT PUNK: is playing at my house, my house. 



TIESTO: Oh how I miss that semester in Barcelona.... le sigh.



KYLIE: I loved you since the locomotion.



And of course, one of the greatest music videos and beats of all time - ERIC PRYDZ: I told you I taught fitness in college.