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3.28.2005
Not sure what's happening this week. If you're a band and you don't suck and your name ISN'T The Parlaphone, send me an email and I may keep this coming Saturday open for you. No metal, nu-rock, pop-punk, jam band, reggae, or funk, please. Just indie rock, power pop, or electro. If you don't know what that is, then you probably aren't right for Popscene. jon ist rad @ 12:37 PM + + + Here's one band that's guaranteed to not only SHOW UP for their gig, but rock your fuckin' sox off! It could only be THE FREAKIN HOTT and thier phantasmagoric live show. Recommended for fans of Hedwig, Britney Fox, Sloan, Stryper, and Sheena Easton (where are you, baby?!) With the Popscene DJs spinning gabage-pop, silky metal, and torrid soul. jon ist rad @ 2:04 PM + + + So, if you were one of the people who showed up to see a band play at Popscene last Saturday, I apologize for the no-show. Obviously, The Parlaphone is yet another in a long line of lame, unprofessional local bands. Their show at Dada was the second in two weeks that they blew off... after practically begging to be booked. It comes as no surprise that these morons have decided to break up. Well, I doubt a tear will be shed... no big loss. I would have to say that Saturday night was better off without their played-out, alterna-frat-rock, Coldplay wanna-be shitfest. That's the last time I book a band that wears shiny shirts. jon ist rad @ 4:41 PM + + + In order to initiate the uninitiated, here's an excerpt from the 2003 tour diary of the NEW ORIGINAL COUNTRY GENTLEMEN when they last ventured down the shaft of Florida's steamy phallus... "The Councilman was thrown off initially by the gentle parking attendant's mistaking two finely dressed menfolk as a gay couple about to be married. The Councilman was so close to Bass-slapping her, in misplaced fury. But of course, a Gentlemen only Bass Slaps in self-defense. Actually, the day's first omen was a group of three young vacationers simultaneously presenting the Gentlemen with three extended middle fingers as we crossed the street. Another irksome repeating event was the public's confusing us with the older (and fatter) (and less talented) "Blues Brothers", which became infuriating to the Councilman as time passed. Fortunately Smilin'A Bean was there to counsel the Councilman, easing his spirits." With DJ ROBOTRON3000 spinning the best in twee, power pop, and luxury rawk. jon ist rad @ 12:09 AM + + + |
