Guys, I need help: My will to blog is fading quickly. I mean, I love writing about stupid shit and posting links to stupider shit, but I’m running out of ideas. So, please, give me some suggestions. Is it time to bring the MySpace Hottie of the Week back from the crypt? Should I just post hardcore pornography because that’s what everyone else is doing? Gimme some ideas before I burn this mutha to the ground.
The entire staff of Barber College — both of us! — met up in Chicago over this past weekend to take in the Long Winters show (see them if you can, mos def) and catch up on this thing we call life. I was drunk for most of it, but I know it involved pool, Mario Kart, and a lot of cigarettes on my part. Scott stayed home most of Saturday with his wife and filled out tax forms. No one had a camera to capture the moments, so I had to try my best to recreate the happenings with Photoshop. The whole gang, from left: Betsy, Scott, Ryan, Kait, Drew, A., and J-Ho.
Also, congratulations to Ryan, who found out that he is not dying of leukemia after all.
Hey just wanted to point out that your beloved barbers are slowly fighting their way back into rock criticism game.
On an almost weekly basis, I’m hacking out badly spelled rants over at recordreviews.org, owned and operated by my brother, the esteemed Gorilla. Check out my take on the new album of Ted Leo, who somehow I equate to the indie-punk Tom Petty. QUESTIONABLE!
Ho is going to be making a much more glamorous announcement soon about his own exciting efforts, but we’ll have to wait for its official debut on a newsstand near you. In old-fashion publishing sometimes things get cut, but I am so happy for him, I can’t resist blabbing a little early.
Also I would like to point out it’s my last day at “job I don’t blog about or during.” I promise my new gig will leave me more time to tend to you, my digital flock. Oh and see my wife.
Glorious.
BC Summit, this weekend. Expect pictures and recaps of our time at the Long Winters show, Monday - well maybe Tuesday.
Rock and roll, kids.
The DUI I can tolerate, but his disregard for modern statistical analysis is what would prevent me from hiring him were I a major league GM, which I will be someday. Oh well. I suppose I’m just taking this news item as an opportunity to plug this site.
So I’m pretty sure I just heard this conversation as I was walking by the elevator:
One: “Did you hear the new Coldplay album?â€
Two: [Holds up can] “This is Coke Zero.â€
Fuck yeah, America.
Thank you for finding our new home. We’re still in the process of transferring all our old posts and comments from blogspot, but for now you can still find them on the old site. There’s some other administrative crap we should take care of, too, but for now I just feel like marveling at how pretty the new place is. I’m going back to sleep.
Last Tuesday — BC Château, Somewhere in The Alps
J-ho is out working on his slalom for the time trials in Grenada, and I’m mopping up on the terrace, cleaning up after last night’s merrymaking. There’s those little black cigarettes the models were smoking mixed in with sticky shards of stomped gin tumblers. In the corner, Burt Bacharach is naked, crumbled up in a puddle of his own vomit.
Through the Champaign hazy of the Swiss morning, it hits me — didn’t we use to have a website?
We didn’t get into blogging for the fame and opulence, but it all came so easy, shit just got out of hand. One minute you’re typing about the foibles of post-grad ennui, next think you know hopping on your private jet to bail Dakota Fanning out of Turkish prison.
Did we go to far? Did we fly to close to the sun? Did we pay that guy who played “Cockroach†on the Cosby Show ten grand to grab Barbara Walter’s tit?
Possibly. Snorting Rozerem and unimaginable power do strange things to men.
Anyways, we’re back to settle some scores and reconnect with our roots. God and the demands of running an international media empire willing.
Enjoy.
We’re out of here. Check back Monday for the link to the new digs. Somebody is gonna get pregnant, indeed. We’ll see you on the other side.
Sorry for the total lack of posts in the last few weeks. Big changes are in the works here at BC.
Anyway, in the meantime, let us congratulate our good buddy - and greatest interview ever - Andrew W.K. on his new career: public speaker!