HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAY DIVESTAR!

Go shawty, It’s yo berthday.

Jo Divestar’s put up sassy pics of Sahara Hotnights/ Ikara Colt/ Washdown.

But let’s make one thing clear, we INVENTED “TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!” Melody Nelson just wants to be us. She’s was jockin’ for some Modern Age lovin’ cause we were all like “not there” ’cause we been at’z da Rapture makin’ like a truck driver. She wants us so much she let us eat her pad thai. And you know what we’re talking about. Woah. (Will. Stop. Talking. Like. That. …. In. Real. Life. Too.)

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Last night, The Rapture @ Thompson Center = Great. The show was all full of people who got their hair “styled” for like $150 and then two dudes and that one chick who rolled out of bed and got their look natural. Way at the end of the show, everyone gathered hands and ran around in a large circle as we all chanted “None of us actually go to NYU, but we all go to the NYU shooooooooooooowwww!” Then we had pizza. Oh so good.

Last night we also bought gummi worms at K-Mart for $1.50.

You know him, and you love him well — even when he tells you to get your f-in’ drink off the stage a nano-second after you put it down. How funny is it that Camron (sp?) Bouncer Guy That Stands By the Stage from the Bowery Ballroom is in Vice‘s “Do” section this month? Dude is a definite “do” allz the time. And ladies, we thinks we just heard he gave his girlfriend the boot, so it’s yer time to slide in.

James Murphy is 76.

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Don’t forget, Soviet (11:30pm) and The Flesh (12:45am) will both play at Knitting Factory tonight at Heavenly Social. This event = FREE!

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The “Electric Sweathogs” play Tiswas this weekend at 12. Bring your dad.

Which Ryan Adams Persona Are You? Link from Ryan Adams bb.

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Tonight:

From the Program Board New Music Committee

THE RAPTURE

with Love Is All

Dance along to NYC rock quartet THE RAPTURE. Tickets are $3 w/NYU ID, $4
w/gov’t-issued ID. With NYU ID, advance tickets will be available for
purchase at Ticket Central. Limit 2 tickets per NYU ID.



Thursday, February 27

8:00pm

Thompson Center, 238 Thompson Street

Oh dear. 3-D arrested over alleged child Internet porn offense.

The Coral:

NYC Fans – The Coral on Last Call with Carson Daly
The Coral will be taping Last Call with Carson Daly this Monday,
March 3rd. Want to be in the audience? To reserve your free tickets,
send an email to lastcallaudience@nbc.com. Please put “THE CORAL”
in the subject heading, and your full name, phone number and number of
tickets you need to reserve in the body. Taping begins at 7pm and
you must be at least 16 years of age to be in the audience.
Tickets are free but on a first come first serve basis, so hurry!
Last Call will send out email confirmations.

Check out the tour pictures on the Dimmak site if you like The Von Bondies, Soledad Brothers (some really fucking cool shots), The Kills, PGMG, or other bands associated with the label.

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New Rolling Stone cover = SCARY. Avril Lavigne does her best Storm from X-Men impression. We’re scared she has legs.

Hey — we missed the begining of the Grammys, so why didn’t anyone tell us that Avril Lavigne and Band got caught in a Tom Petty video?

Check out many a New York Fashion Week show invites.

White Stripes = Catchphrase.

That Strokes SPIN party is getting the most milage we’ve seen since Winona Ryder. Casey Spooner likes to party.

We saw No Doubt on Monday. Brandon Incubus came out and sang a song. Then Gavin Stefani came out and sang “The Sweetest Thing” with Gwen. The Walkmen hung out with Hot Hot Heat.

We’re missing Ikara Colt at Bowery tomorrow (we might go to The Rapture instead.), but damn, Paul Ikara Colt looks good! Ikara Colt Bassist Lady’s hair got real long since the last time we saw her.

Raveonettes pictures.

Stripes dizzy falldown.

Moby as MJ = Not funny.

This is not the first time Sophie Dahl’s been photographed with a nose at her crotch.

Soledad Bros., Ohio.

Ryan Adams’ new “album” delayed finish. Not suprised. Says Adams, “I’ve got to like it first. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing. It’s definitely more fucked up than any other record I’ve ever made. I don’t know what the fuck it is.”

Jack White. What. Are. You. Wearing?

MTV’s Get Out of a Concert Fire – Alive article has us crying… because we’re laughing so hard:

Lastly, wear recognizable clothing and agree on a plan with your friends ahead of time if you need to evacuate. Before you go into the venue, designate a place outside where you will meet if you do lose track of one another inside. Dress in a way that your friends might recognize you if you are separated.

Wear that side part instead of a down-the-center one at that Fischerspooner show! No, the other way around, wear that Fischerspooner to a side part.

This doesn’t mean you need to put on a fluorescent jacket. It just means you should ask the question: “Will my friends be able to pick me out of the crowd?” If you are wearing a standard black T-shirt in a throng of other black T-shirts, chances are your friends won’t be able to spot you. Make yourself recognizable. Sometimes, that may just mean wearing a patterned or red shirt. Be aware of what your friends are wearing as well.

So in other words, using your Time Travel Portal, jump into the future, see what everyone is wearing, and coordinate your clothing accordingly.

Jo Divestar came to see us today and gave us the Interpoop CD. Then we had pie. Mmm pie.

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Sucks to be in a band. Sanitation workers with groupies. Link from Gawker.

???? AT THE FUCKING WHITNEY. Can you see us running through the aisle up and out of the building? If you go back and read the details of that week – in retrospect, we feel pretty embarrassed we wrote those things. But some of them are funny, if you can relate. (Sorry, he don’t swing our way, but we just had to mention Ryan McGinley is still cute.)

Here’s a photo we (and you) haven’t seen since… uh… August ’02:

His mummy never held him tight enough. Starsailor’s James Walsh.

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Woah! Did anyone care that the Dell Dude is taken? Link from Gawker.

NYT declares Coldplay “real.” Fo shizzle.

When we grow up, we’re going to be an Internationally Ignored Photographer… unlike this dude, 25-year-old with a Whitney exhibit, Ryan McGinley. “The afterparty, sponsored by the clothing designer Agnès B., Stella Artois beer and the indie magazine Index, was bigger than the museum event, packing a vast space on Hudson Street with exactingly mussed downtowners in trucker caps and vintage sneakers. The 22-year-old fashion designer Zac Posen was pressed up against a singer from a punk band called Le Tigre, and graffiti artists swilled beer with members of an electroclash band, W.I.T.”

The Pope of Pop, Phil Ramone.

Ladies, have a Merry Mitzvah.

Pearl River Mart, Soho. It’s not the same.

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We’re our own personal Craigslist. Help us make our travel plans finite. Does anyone have extra FLOOR tickets to either (or both) of the WHITE STRIPES shows in San Fran in April? Or can anyone guarentee the best time we’ve ever had in San Diego? Please e-mail ASAP.

We’re also Willard Scott — Happy bday, John.

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