I really don’t get it when I see an ad that says
ALL AGES
18 + $6, Under 18 $10
it just seems like they’re trying to find a way to rip off the kids. Serve alcohol or don’t. Don’t overcharge people because you have to pay for bracelets and bother checking IDs every so often.
I wish I could dress like this all the time. …. No, I don’t. …. maybe
My mom told me I had to go on the internets and promote her cancer walk that’s tonight! I will be there, because I have 1 dollar.
Please attend a 3 Day Breast Cancer Walk Fundraiser
Shopping Extravaganza
Proceeds to benefit Patty Barman’s and Melissa Royston’s
participation in the 3 Day Breast Cancer Walk
Friday, February 5th
4pm – midnight
45373 White Pines
Novi, Michigan
248-921-0492
Shop unique products from jewelry, handmade cards/stationary, purses, undercover wear,
Party Lite Candles, Make-up from MaryKay and much more!!
Relax with a mini manicure, pedicure, waxing & massage
Enjoy what your future holds with a reading from a fortune teller/tarot cards
Raffle Prizes Food Drinks Fun
Admission: a minimum $1.00 donation
3 Day (FLYER)
Here’s my list of the top 10 films I saw that came out in 2009. Yes, they are in order.
Moon
Drag Me To Hell
District 9
Anti-Christ
Zombieland
The Fourth Kind
Star Trek
Bruno
Terminator Salvation
Coralline
the worst part about shows is that I can never afford enough booze. So I guess my problem with them is that I’m poor. I have fun at shows even when I’m not having fun though. There’s something wonderfully magical that happens seeing a band perform, especially when it’s a more intimate crowd. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve gone to lots of bad shows, but they’re a lot of fun if you go with the right people. I’ve shouted “SELL YOUR INSTRUMENTS!” at bands. As well as “GET A JOB!” and other horrible things. but they deserved it. I haven’t been to a terribly bad show in a while though, partially because I know which bands to avoid. ramble ramble
“The secret is to make a city, not to rest in it” -Thornton Wilder
So if you haven’t heard the news from my twitter, I am going to be taking over at Motor City Rocks. This is a tremendous honor for me since MCR is such a longstanding great music blog. I plan to do the absolute best job I can to make sure that Motor City Rocks will be the first place people look to find in depth info on music of the area.
I will admit that if I were to take on any group of Detroit music insiders at a game of Rock N Roll Jeopardy, I would probably lose. I do not know the “most” about the music scene in Detroit, and I don’t want to be Indie Rock Pete. I genuinely care about this city, and the music “scene” (love or hate the word). There are enough brilliant minds in this city (and I have met them!) to put us on the atlas. Honestly, out of everyone I’ve met working on my show, I’ve realized that the people making all the jamz in Detroit the most friendly, warm, inclusive people I’ve ever met.
The Steve Barman Show is canceled. We are rolling our footage into MOTOR CITY ROCKS!!! a show based solely around Detroit rock music that is worth a damn. There’s a little bit of left-overs (we’ve shot at least 8 hours of footage) which will be rolled into the show in some way.
I think to a certain degree, the written word is dead. I believe that a significant amount of people would rather watch an interview with their favorite band than to read it. The way the facial expressions, a smile and a laugh transfer on video can’t be replicated with text. Kino pravda, right? but we will still be doing a fair amount of written articles, including the Weekend Lowdown, album reviews, and anything else that needs to be said.
To keep a decent balance between the word and the image, we’ll be putting out band interview videos periodically, then placing a half hour condensed show of several interviews on public access – and hopefully soon- commercial television.
If that sounds too grandiose, you should also know that way down the line I’d like to see some sort of print zine going that would replace the Metro Times (but right now that’s just a Creem dream).
On a final note: I call all the bands from “around here” as “Detroiters”. I live in Royal Oak, but I’m constantly zipping back into the city to soak up the culture (and the booze). The antagonisms between the city and the suburbs needs to calm down. Detroit is the heart that pumps blood into the entire state. We need to rebuild our communities by participation, not segregation and not elitism.
Sorry if I ranted a bit too much here. I just drank a ton of coffee. Coming up on Motor City Rocks will be interviews with: Pink Eye, John Sinclair, The Rogue Satellites, -J.R., The City Yards, Silver Ghost, Zoos of Berlin, Sunlight Ascending!
As well as: Taryn Schick, the Dizzy Dames, our Horror Special, Spaghetti wrestling, theremin busking, and hot hot tubs.
So I had a dream last night that I was a teenager that was about 15 years old (I’m an elderly 28 years old currently). Me and some other kids went to a party that was unchaperoned by adults. The group was a church group but at some point it the church cancelled the program and we kids would still meet up and party instead. The parties were really really tame. 15 year old Winona Ryder was there (no doubt from me watching “Lucas” the other day).
Me and Ms. Winona were friends of sorts. There was a line for the bathroom, I was standing around waiting for it conversing with the other christian cool kids, when Winona comes in behind me in line. She’s not looking too hot. “Are you ok?” I ask.
“I’m feeling really sick,” with that she hunched over on the floor, “I can’t throw up, I can’t throw up, I can’t throw up.”
“You should just let yourself throw up, you’ll feel better,” and I gave her a paper bag (that was conveniently right next to me).
She then puked mostly in it. What hit the carpet, I entered the kitchen to clean. There was some slow guy walking in front of me. I hate that. I grabbed a rag and some cleaning material and started cleaning (it came out easy, it wasn’t much). The sink in the kitchen of the house we were in was flooded and when I tried to get the rag wet water sprayed all over the floor, I tossed a towel on in a ringed it out in the almost over-flowing sink.
Then I said to Winona “I almost asked you a stupid question.”
“What’s that,” she asked, a bit better after having thrown up.
“I was going to ask you if you remembered when you were in Reality Bites and your character threw up, but of course you do,” I said. I then went to put away the rag. For the record, I don’t think she pukes in Reality Bites.
While Winona went and layed down in bed. For some reason I implicity knew that she was in bed without pants on. I was planning to go check on her, make sure she was feeling ok (and possibly make out with her and her pukey breath) when the doorbell rang, all the lights in the house suddenly went flipped off as kids were trying to make it look like a party wasn’t happening.
I hid in a far off back bedroom and peered out the window from behind an armoire. I stood there for a little while, I could scarcely overhear someone talking at the door. It sounded like we were caught. I considered where I could run off to, I was in my (boxer shorts for some reason) and was barefoot. There was snow outside. I wasn’t going to make it far. It was a rural house and I had no idea how to get anywhere else.
“Hey” some kid in the same room as me said.
I jumped, I didn’t know anyone else was hiding in the same room. He was a good hider.
“What should we do,” he asked.
“I’m turning myself in,” I said, “There’s nowhere to run to really.”
So I walked out of the room and there were Christian parents yelling at the kids and a giant row of belts and coat hangers for beating kids with. I anticipated this and went to the armoire, which was filled with all of my clothes. I wriffled through the armoire while looking for the thickest pair of jeans I could find. I found this weird flight suit with big weird ghetto lettering all over it. My parents came in the room and started laughing at my choice in clothes, I tried to put off the inevitable pretending like I didn’t know what was coming next (they were both carrying coat hangers). I was sitting on the bed leaning to one side. My mom whacked my right leg, which was on top of my left and broke my left leg under the knee.
Then I woke up and my leg hurt.
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