Wishing Miss Audrey “Melody Nelson“ a very happy birthday! We love you so much that we ventured outdoors and risked our pasty complexions to celebrate your special day. I struggled with the concept of shooting in the DAYLIGHT. (Seriously, is this how most normal people see the world?) Holy cow! We cheered when your new song with Die Romantik, “Elisa”, was first spun. Here’s to you, kid!
DOWNLOAD: “Elisa” by Die Romantik (featuring Melody Nelson)
Check out how STUNNING Audrey looked! If “foxy” was a six letter word, it would be spelt “A-U-D-R-E-Y” …And check out how retardedly beautiful/hot/cute the other party-goers were–you kids are so pretty, I do declare, you give me the vapors.
More photos after the jump…
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First MisShapes, now Loaded? Miss Mollie Sue is rapidly becoming America’s Next Top Hipster.
Check out the Village Voice cover story about “celebrity djs” written by Ms. Tricia Romano. She explores the world of rock star picking up extra cash, keeping themselves occupied from hookers and blow, and much more. My favorite thing about this article is that it concentrates on whether or not some of these rockers are “djs” as opposed to figuring out if some of these musicians are “celebrities.”
Actually, speaking of DJs, check out this video of DFA-family member The Juan Maclean doing a live DJ set last week in Seattle:
WATCH: The Juan Maclean performing in Seattle
I have no fecking clue whether Eastport is (or isn’t) a clothing, accessories, or jewlery company, but I love this photo The MisShapes have on their MySpace. Unlike the Vanity Fair cover, in this case pale = awesome.
Check it out, it’s the cover of The Sounds‘s new album, Dying to Say This To You, which has a full-on girl power feel with MisShapes’s very own Love Leigh on the cover along with gal pal Alexis. (Yes, this is 100% real. You can catch it on The Sounds’s publicity page on Big Hassle.) Some words that have been used to describe this cover have been “racktastic,” “nippleriffic,” and “boobalicious.”
The album is really fantastic. I wasn’t a fan of the first LP, but this one has really grabbed me. I remember being totally taken with the music at the Hiro show they did in November where they previewed songs off the album.
I love “Don’t Wanna Hurt You.” There is nothing better than a bunch of Swedish guys singing “Don’t wanna hurt you/ Don’t wanna foook with your feeelinnngs.” They’ve keep their signature synth sound, but add a wonderful rock edge to it, which has really toughened up the vibe of their songs. I play the album on repeat all the time. No joke. I love love LOVE it.
But my only complaint about the album is the horrendous color balancing done on the photo (see below). I am absolutely not an expert on what is exactly right in terms of color correction, but I do know that when I look at the photo, the colors look all wrong. What’s up with the blue hair? Is this an Archie comic book? Where’s Veronica Lodge when you need her?
Don’t you think that’s a slight improvement?
P.S.- Thanks to Audrey for the head’s up.
The week that was started off last Thursday at Le Prom de Ultragrrrl thrown by SPIN (see right). Stepping inside Rothko, we instantly felt like we stepped into indie prom heaven. Boys in penquin suits and ladies in fancy dress. The Killers provided live music, all the while decked out in formal attire. It was awesome.
Let us note that Rothko has like no ventilation system whatsoever. Because of that, everyone ran outside as soon as The Killers played their last note. 45 minutes after we stepped outside we were thrown on top of a car and molested, had our ass grabbed, and had our ass kicked. This is what happens when you let friends drink vodka.
Friday it rained like a motherfucker. Just complete downpour which thrwarted plans to go see Farenheit 9/11. Instead watched Unhook the Stars and One Night In Paris. One Night In Paris was absolutely wretched. The dude, what’s his name? Rick Soloman? He does commentary before each of the four segments on the DVD. He’s all like, “Oh in this one Paris is real shy because it was our first time filming”, blabhalbhalbah. What an asshole! Paris darling, why you keep pickin’ up trash? (See Nick Carter.)
Saturday while eating brunch we gawked over the prettiest boy in a New York band then tried to see Farenheit 9/11 again. Unsuccessfully. We walked over 100 blocks and then we went to MisShapes for Karen’s Birthday/Open bar/Killers listening party. The moral of Saturday evening was don’t let us drink vodka, even if we look really cute doing it.
Sunday we finally saw Farenheit 9/11. Our “President” is a fucking moron. Later we watched the worst movie to come out last year, Love Actually. Who let that piece of crap get produced? Dear lord, it was awful!
Monday we saw Surefire headline Mercury Lounge, which was totally awesome. There were totally groupies up in the front. It was totally rad.
Last night we saw The Streets and Dizzee Rascal. We have no fucking clue about anything Dizzee Rascal said but it was fun. The Streets were superfly, and the last song of the encore was “Don’t Mug Yourself”. Mikey threw raw vegetables at the audience. Hooray.