Work Product, Example No. 21

My ideal man will find this joke HILARIOUS.

Saw TVOTR at The Wiltern last night (with ROB!). It was AWESOME. Although you still can't understand a damn thing the artist is saying when speaking into the mic, but the music sounds good, so it's ok. They closed with "Staring at the Sun", which was awesome and I fully admit it was the song that got me into them. Played most everything off of Dear Science, plus some older goodies, and everything translated from recording to live performance rather well. If you get the chance, go see them. It is good times. That is my review.

Annoying Hipster Girl(tm) in the bathroom kept complaining about the "reverb" and the sound being off and blah blah blah. Then she says, "It was MUCH better when I saw Rooney play here." Now...not that Rooney is bad, per se, but...Rooney...?

Luckily Awesome Hipster Girl(tm) washing her hands started spouting off technical sound board jargon and reasons for the sound issues (sound being set for keyboards and to handle the distortion often causes issues with spoken vocals and crispness, etc. etc.) that made Annoying Hipster Girl(tm) shut her slatternly gob right quick.

WHAT ELSE?

Everyone should listen to Koufax. It is most excellent...might one even venture to say sexcellent?

Heading up to the desert tonite, will be there all weekend. LET'S BE FRIENDS AND HANG OUT, YO.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to overanalyze things.

Work Product, Example No. 16

This has happened to me TWICE, kiddywinks. That damn Jedi Academy sticker is a homing beacon for NerdCops. Whatever, atleast on Wednesday he let me off with a warning. Also, that was the highlight of my Wednesday...aside from getting 'Nantes' figured out on Tobias Funkulele Jr., Jr. Mais oui.

IN OTHER NEWS:

Finally gave TV On The Radio's Dear Science a good ol' listen-loo. Verdict: AWESOME. Starting strong with "Halfway Home" it quickly descends into familiar TVOTR ground before tugging on the heart strings midway with "Family Tree"; a song so beautifully constructed and boasting lyrics any aspiring songster aches to dream up ("And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree/There's a hundred hearts soar free/Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young," Glorious). The album winds it all up with what is the most awesomely disturbing love song ever, "Lover's Day," because, c'mon, who doesn't sing about cannibalizing the corpse of their lover after breaking their back? Oh, and it's damn catchy, too.

Full of vivid imagery, hummable melodies and crunchily pleasant production, Dear Science hooks you from the start and keeps delivering the goodies in a way that would make any Escape to Cookie Mountain loving, Williamsburg cycling, Huffington Post reading audiophile smile a facetious smile and maybe, just maaybe, start tapping their foot in lieu of an outright dance of joy.