Blog you like a hurricane.
It's been too long, interwebs. I've meant to blog a number of times over the past few days, but my time spent in the Land of Lincoln has been nonstop busy. Here are my thoughts, numbered for your enjoyment:
1. My in-flight playlist didn't work as well as I intended, with the music running out after we landed but well before I was able to disembark from the plane. Also, note to self: Remove Thrice's "Red Sky" from the playlist, as when it came on, the plane suffered from a massive amount of turbulence for the song's length. Creepy.
2. I got to play Rock Band for the first time ever this weekend and holy shit is it the greatest game ever. I'm proud to say I completely destroyed "Say It Ain't So," "Learn To Fly" and "The Hand That Feeds" on vocals (although my bass skills on "Sabotage" left something to be desired). I also learned I can play a mean Richie Sambora guitar solo on "Wanted Dead Or Alive." I've seen a million virtual faces and rocked them all, dudes.
3. The bride at the wedding I attended walked down the aisle to a string arrangement of Journey's "Open Arms." No shit.
4. My new favorite way to pass the time with friends is play 20 Questions with a song from the popular music catalog. We used everything from Paramore's "Misery Business" to Deep Blue Something's "Breakfast At Tiffany's" to the Spice Girls' "Wannabe" to, uh, the theme song from Rocky -- which, even with some dubious answers to my questions, I still guessed correctly after my 20 inquiries were up. I definitely recommend it for your next road trip or get together; our only real rules were that the song was at some point on the radio so we'd have at least a bare-bones chance of guessing it.
5a. I just got home from seeing Dropkick Murphys and the Mighty Mighty Bosstones with about 7,000 other people (6,972 of whom were adorned in Murphys apparel before the show even started). We missed opening act Civet unfortunately, but the Bosstones were in rare form, playing a 65-minute set that touched on all the cornerstones of their catalog, from "Someday I Suppose" and "Where Did You Go?" to "The Impression That I Get" and "The Rascal King," and even the killer new jam "Don't Worry, Desmond Dekker." They even dug deep with "Holy Smoke" and "All Things Considered," and busted out a great cover of the Clash's "Rudie Can't Fail" and The Man Of La Mancha's "Impossible Dream" (the latter of which they dedicated to Illinois' own Barack Obama). Did I mention they were all decked out in plaid suits (and Dicky Barrett was even rocking plaid Chuck Taylors)? Seriously top notch.
5b. As for DKM, we stayed for about 45 minutes of their set before we tired of hearing the same song over and over (granted, it's a pretty fun sing-along song that usually features the words "Boston," "I'm," "To," "Up" and "Shipping" in random order) and we skated to beat the traffic. I can tell you that they played "For Boston," "The State Of Massachusetts," "Fields Of Athrenry," "Bastards On Parade," "Curse Of A Fallen Soul," "Tomorrow's Industry," "(F)lannigan's Ball" and "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye," among others I didn't know the names of (I had no idea I even knew that many DKM songs until right now when I was pulling from my memory banks). The Murphys are nothing if not incredibly consistent, and they certainly had the massive crowd eating out of their hands.
6. My girlfriend talked me into getting a pedicure with her this weekend. And? IT WAS AWESOME. Don't be afraid, guys. Even big, burly dudes (with hearts of gold) such as myself deserve a little pampering now and again. I may be one tiny step closer to metrosexual, but it's a small price to pay for having 26 years' worth of dead skin scrubbed off my feet.
And with that totally gross image, I will end this blog entry. See y'all next time.
1. My in-flight playlist didn't work as well as I intended, with the music running out after we landed but well before I was able to disembark from the plane. Also, note to self: Remove Thrice's "Red Sky" from the playlist, as when it came on, the plane suffered from a massive amount of turbulence for the song's length. Creepy.
2. I got to play Rock Band for the first time ever this weekend and holy shit is it the greatest game ever. I'm proud to say I completely destroyed "Say It Ain't So," "Learn To Fly" and "The Hand That Feeds" on vocals (although my bass skills on "Sabotage" left something to be desired). I also learned I can play a mean Richie Sambora guitar solo on "Wanted Dead Or Alive." I've seen a million virtual faces and rocked them all, dudes.
3. The bride at the wedding I attended walked down the aisle to a string arrangement of Journey's "Open Arms." No shit.
4. My new favorite way to pass the time with friends is play 20 Questions with a song from the popular music catalog. We used everything from Paramore's "Misery Business" to Deep Blue Something's "Breakfast At Tiffany's" to the Spice Girls' "Wannabe" to, uh, the theme song from Rocky -- which, even with some dubious answers to my questions, I still guessed correctly after my 20 inquiries were up. I definitely recommend it for your next road trip or get together; our only real rules were that the song was at some point on the radio so we'd have at least a bare-bones chance of guessing it.
5a. I just got home from seeing Dropkick Murphys and the Mighty Mighty Bosstones with about 7,000 other people (6,972 of whom were adorned in Murphys apparel before the show even started). We missed opening act Civet unfortunately, but the Bosstones were in rare form, playing a 65-minute set that touched on all the cornerstones of their catalog, from "Someday I Suppose" and "Where Did You Go?" to "The Impression That I Get" and "The Rascal King," and even the killer new jam "Don't Worry, Desmond Dekker." They even dug deep with "Holy Smoke" and "All Things Considered," and busted out a great cover of the Clash's "Rudie Can't Fail" and The Man Of La Mancha's "Impossible Dream" (the latter of which they dedicated to Illinois' own Barack Obama). Did I mention they were all decked out in plaid suits (and Dicky Barrett was even rocking plaid Chuck Taylors)? Seriously top notch.
5b. As for DKM, we stayed for about 45 minutes of their set before we tired of hearing the same song over and over (granted, it's a pretty fun sing-along song that usually features the words "Boston," "I'm," "To," "Up" and "Shipping" in random order) and we skated to beat the traffic. I can tell you that they played "For Boston," "The State Of Massachusetts," "Fields Of Athrenry," "Bastards On Parade," "Curse Of A Fallen Soul," "Tomorrow's Industry," "(F)lannigan's Ball" and "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye," among others I didn't know the names of (I had no idea I even knew that many DKM songs until right now when I was pulling from my memory banks). The Murphys are nothing if not incredibly consistent, and they certainly had the massive crowd eating out of their hands.
6. My girlfriend talked me into getting a pedicure with her this weekend. And? IT WAS AWESOME. Don't be afraid, guys. Even big, burly dudes (with hearts of gold) such as myself deserve a little pampering now and again. I may be one tiny step closer to metrosexual, but it's a small price to pay for having 26 years' worth of dead skin scrubbed off my feet.
And with that totally gross image, I will end this blog entry. See y'all next time.
posted by Scott Heisel at
12:04 AM
1 Comments:
Oh, hey Scott!
The Mosh Pit misses you. The spammers and jokers have been mega bringing us down lately. *hint* No one cares about 'the Mongoloids' OR some dumb documentary that says Good Charlotte is punk. For real, among other issues. Why is there a TOC section while Warped is going on? And one of your lovely mods was kind enough to clean up the AP tour section...but it's long over, yes?
Please come visit us soon...you may not find us as cool as VC but guaranteed, we have hotter chicks.? Haha, I hope this isn't coming off as too snarky...like I said, we just miss you is all.
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