Moldy Peaches Manana!

Hey Sarwat, remember the boat to Belgium when we were waiting for food on that line that never moved and that little blond boy told his mummy, “We’ve been waiting for AGES!”? I was just thinking about that right now. And how I miss Europe.

The Moldys are tomorrow. I will let everyone know if 1) I think Adam Green does look like Julian Casablancas 2) If I think he’s really 20.

Who Knew Moldy Peaches Were So Tasty?

The Nintendo Game Cube. Otherwise known as “One Way To Become the Most Popular Person In Your Building.”

Hyperventilated today. I’ll explain further after Wed.

Julian Casablancas + Beck + DNA = Adam Green… who is ONLY 20 YEARS OF AGE! It’s a crime. Thou shalt not covet anti-folk stars younger than yourself.

I still love this interview Kimya did with Crud Magazine. Notice how she pulls a “White Stripe” and claims Fabrizio Moretti is her cousin.

Oh, if he only knew. Jules… way back in the day of Reading; “No, no, I�m glad we played on the Main Stage � there�s a lot of people here and you don�t want to see fans getting crushed. That�s not very cool.”

“He Beats Me Because He Loves Me” and Other This Muttered at a Strokes Show

In the John Stossel “Give Me A Break,” category… from Splendid. Can’t we think of more clever rumors?:

Were you near the stage when media darlings The Strokes played in Chicago? Did you notice the fan directly in front of the stage, taunting frontman Julian Casablancas by calling out requests for Kraftwerk’s “The Model”, Madonna’s “Vogue” and other runway-inspired tunes? And did you notice when that fan was oh-so-discreetly escorted backstage and beaten within an inch of his life? Most industry insiders know that Casablancas has an artistic temperament, and thinks that his punk rock image depends upon his being thought of as “just plain folk”, despite the fact that daddy John is a big and somewhat controversial name in the modeling business — but beating up fans? Puh-leeze, that went out with Sunny Day Real Estate…

The Strokes, Chris Klein, and Kylie…Obviously

I did some transcribing at work today. Chris Klein (you know, the one with the “man breasts”) is such a dummy. I can’t divulge what the contents of the interview were but all’s I’m saying is that he must really like cookies. It’s the only question he found interesting, saying “Oh… wow. That’s a great question. There are so many great cookies out there.” Yeah. Inside of head status: just as empty as we thought.

In other news… Betty hooked me up with a review of the Pittsburgh show written by her friend. Ol’ Johnny Boy is less than enthusiastic about The Ol’ Stroke-ies. Notice how it’s “all about the music” but not really.

In related news, why does my school newspaper’s website look crap next to CMU’s and my friend Neal’s school, Temple? Where is Neal these days? Neal? Where are you?

But back to friends and pop/rock stars- Helena, who I worked with this summer, wrote about Incubus for

But back to The Strokes- NME has something to say about the Detroit show– Mista Ken Taylor seems to be all about the mighty mighty poptones- ranking on The White Stripes in favor of exhaltation of the New York Gang of Five.

Ah Kylie. Queen of all things pop.