Monday, March 31, 2003

These pictures of ice are really damn cool (pun definitely intended). Be sure to click on "close" and "closer" at the bottom - amazing.

Tuesday, March 25, 2003

Now that I've broken my silence on the war, everyone must check out The Onion this week. Pure genius.

Monday, March 24, 2003

I've been trying to refrain from mentioning the war on our blog, but these posters are great.

Sunday, March 16, 2003

Last night Ann and I met Doug at the Skellig for dinner and then went to see Old School with Scott, Russ and Russ' fiance. That movie was the funniest movie I have seen in a long time. We all loved it - I think it has a lot to do with the fact that all of us would rather be back in college.

Today Ann and I went to my cousin Kate's condo in Southie to watch the St. Patrick's Day Parade. It was a blast - all of my little cousins that were in the wedding were there and there were wild as usual. The best part was when the cops standing in front of us got yelled at by their supervisor for letting us drink on the street - we just put our beers down until that killjoy moved on and the cops didn't bother us again. Later some firefighters came up (mid-parade) to Kate's condo to refuel with some Guinness and Harp - it was one of those days that makes you proud to be half Irish.

Friday, March 14, 2003

Ann and I went to see Christian McBride tonight at the Regattabar. I heard an interview with him today on WERS - it's always nice to have a solution to the eternal question - "what the hell are we doing tonight?" I just picked up The Philadelphia Experiment (on which McBride plays with the drummer from The Roots and some white guy on keys) last weekend, so I was happy to see that he was in town. We hit Charlie's Kitchen for some double cheeseburgers, onion rings and some Corsendonk (Ann got a Bass).

Christian McBride is a damn good bass player - we had a great view of his hands and I always find it amazing to watch someone so good at his instrument. During the radio interview, he promised that his sax player would use some electronic effects, and he didn't disappoint. To paraphrase Otto from the Hullabalooza episode: "hey, his sax was talking!" (BTW, I find it very lame that they cut that scene out of the syndicated Simpsons). If only I had some pedals and an amp in high school! Ann and I were very impressed with the show. Medeski Martin and Wood still reigns supreme as far as jazz acts go, but I think it's harder for a band to stay within the confines of what the general public considers to be jazz and yet still innovate. MMW just decided they weren't going to play that game - but McBride's group was very entertaining and managed to cover new ground in that sometimes restrictive space.

Wednesday, March 12, 2003

Some random things (since Lolly wanted me to update the blog):

Someone is a little too obsessed with Strong Bad Email.

I'm really digging this application that puts the current weather in my menu bar, since I'm too lazy to go outside.

Are you as excited as I am for "the wearin' o' the green and the reinforcin' o' the stereotypes"?

Hmmm....what is the war against Iraq really about?

Finally, check out the poll on this page. I think we can all agree on the answer (it'll probably only be there for a day or so).

Tuesday, March 04, 2003

I just saw a Victoria's Secret commercial featuring a clip from Love Sick by Bob Dylan. I'm really kind of shaken up about it - I just want to believe that it didn't happen.

Monday, March 03, 2003

In one of the most amazing upsets in the history of sports, Johnny Spillane won the gold medal in the nordic combined at the world championships. It was the first ever gold medal in a nordic event for an American at a world championship or Olympics. USA! USA!

Sunday, March 02, 2003

Friday night Ann and I went to the Middle East to see Sex Mob. We ended up getting more than we bargained for - 3 opening acts. First up was this guy (or host for the evening) called Evan O'Television. His act was talking to a videotaped version of himself. I'm sure he was trying to make some sort of point about TV and our society, but he was too damn annoying to get that point across. The most impressive part of his act came late in the night when people (myself included) started booing him - and his pre-recorded alter ego knew he would be getting booed at that point. And no, we weren't saying "Bu-urns."

The first musical act was this group called the Dresden Dolls. Kind of a punk/goth/pomo act with costumes from 1930s Germany. If you've seen the musical "Cabaret" that should give you some idea of how they were dressed. A strange choice of opening act for an avant garde jazz group It seemed like half the audience was there solely for them given their interesting attire/hairstyles/piercings and the fact that they left soon afterward. Jake, you'll be happy to know that the male member of the group is a Heineken fan

Next up was Beat Science. They were damn good, and since they were actually a jazz group, made sense as an opening act. They had a couple interesting quirks a banjo instead of a guitar player and a tuba (not a sousaphone!) instead of a bass. That guy was probably the best tuba player I've ever seen. They had the added bonus of having a sax player who periodically put down his horn and played two clarinets at once. Just goes to show you that sax is twice as hard to play as clarinet.

Finally, at about 12:30, Sex Mob came out. They were the tightest new school jazz outfit I've seen (Not to slight MMW, but I think it's harder for 5 guys to keep the avant garde jazz coherent than 3). They played a couple of Bond songs, and their leader (David Bernstein) on slide trumpet was one of the most energetic musicians I've seen on stage - he was running around more than Van Halen in their "Jump" video. They had a great groove going and I had a huge grin on my face while I did the self-conscious white jazz fan head bob dance. To great nights of music two days apart - that's the kind of thing that makes me happy to be alive. And it didn't even bother me that much that I had to go to work at 8AM on Saturday.