WE'RE NUMBER ONE! WE'RE NUMBER ONE!

WOOOOO-HOOOOOO!!!!!

Thanks to everyone who viewed and voted and viewed again. And again. Now it's safe to check out the competition. a few of these are actually pretty awesome, but don't tell Bunny I told you.

We kinda knew we had it in the bag throughout the competition, of course I never said that aloud. But we did get a big scare when someone recut the Britney Spears VMA thing to the song (and that's the last time I ever plan to type that name again).

Of course it got more hits than me (only like 1000 more which isn't that much being they had the tag advantage).

I totally thought it was the backlash to this blog I wrote a few months ago. I say Lindsay but you can substitute any of them, and by "Them" you know who I mean...

Talking about lindsay lohan

is just as boring as talking about LOST. Which is just as boring as talking about how wasted you got the night before.

Let me be boring for a sec just to note how in my day, boozed up/coked up celebrities crashed cars/went to jail/rehab too. Only they were R-O-C-K S-T-A-R-S. At least they wrote songs about it and genuinely were more interesting people. At least they had something creative to offer society. Sometimes innovative. They were fuck ups, but they inspired people. Their debaucherous lifestyle choices were part of a much much bigger picture.

It's really fucking sad that these bimbos are the new rock stars. BUt there isn't much substance going on besides their debaucherous lifestyles. It explains a lot- what happened to MTV, non-satellite radio...

It reminds me of the time I found myself surrounded by a bunch of Suicide Girls.

In my day, we got piercings and tattoos as an extension of our personality. These chick's tats & holes WERE thier personality. They didn't talk about anything else. After listening to them for 5 minutes, my spine started to hurt.

But I digress.

Next time you feel the urge to succumb to celebrity gossip, try to use that energy and focus that attention on people doing cool shit. Whether it be for the good of humanity or the good of creativity.

Substance, people. Bring it the fuck back.

But sure enough, it was kicked off of youtube. And I wasn't even the one to report it!

Anyway, it made winning that much sweeter when we thought for a second we weren't. And that's one to grow on.


Other shit that went down this week:

Sunday: I saw a bunch of bands at what might be my new favorite venue in BK - The Yard. Best Fwends was awesome as always. (Check out "dump in the dark") I just LOVE their balls out silliness whilst being totally serious about what they do. They were selling CDs for "as much as you can possibly afford". I handed them $10 in birthday money, a total bargain for 34 tracks of spaztastic delight.

Aa was cool. Dan Deacon rocked the house...er yard. It's so refreshing to see the mosh pit and crowd surf return to indie rock. If you get a chance, you should experience the hurricane of energy he whips up for these shows. The crowd was in a complete tizzy.

Monday: I VJed with Vic Thrill my dream gig - a Barbarella Boat Cruise. It was a birthday party for Tanya Wau Wau and two other BK artist superstars. The crowd was a whos who of burlesque dancers, musicians, Coney sideshow acts, etc--all decked out to the nines -- or the plan nines (only about 5 people get that), dancing their collective asses off the entire ride. I love these fucking people. Completely uninhibited and so so so full of life and love.
We played with the lovely I LOve You Airlines and the rockin' Faker. Unfortunately, my laptop malfuctioned during our set so the projections went down for a song or two, but Vic still rocked it and the whole floor went balistic. I was bummed for about 10 minutes. Ok 30. BUt whatever. it comes with the territory and I was overdue for a meltdown. And I got a funny story out of it which I won't share here, but ask me about it.

Tuesday: I watched my friends, The Black Tie Party open a punk show at Europa with the likes of legacies The LES Stitches, Reagan Youth, and Sham 69. Speaking of legacies, The Black Tie Party invited original Voidoid (of the Richard Hell variety) Ivan Julian on stage to play their rendition of "Love Comes In Spurts". That ROCKED. I told singer Jay HELLstetter he nailed the vocals, but he was already glowing because Ivan told him the same thing.

It was a really fun night-- you know, the ones where you look down at the end of it and your foot is covered in blood because you were the idiot who wore sandals to a punk show and some punk took the liberty of stubbing your pinky toe in the Sham 69 mosh pit. Good times. Pictures coming soon, when Jackie posts them.