Comic for Thursday, August 3rd, 2006

Posted: 8:40 am, Thursday, August 3rd

As promised, this will be short. It's still bloody hot here in the Big Apple, but sleep was easily had after the Sleater-Kinney show last night. The girls rocked out for about two hours, and 2.0 and I got there early enough to grab some floor on the balcony, right in back of some speakers. So we weren't being pulverized by the sound, there wasn't enough room for people to crowd us, it was up and away from the throng crowded together on the floor, and we were maybe twelve feet away from Corin. Altogether awesome set-up. Anyone going to Webster, it's worth suffering whatever opening act (in this case, the Rogers Sisters, who weren't bad at all) to get there early and hustle up to the balcony. We could easily read the setlist from our vantage point, and if I weren't too big of a dope to forget the camera, you'd be treated to some pretty cool photos right about now. Sadly, I am a dope. (But Brooklyn Vegan is not.) They played a set heavy with stuff from the Woods (the entire album, save Steep Air and Nightlight), the Hot Rock and Dig Me Out. One Beat and Call the Doctor were rather underrepresented, but what can you do? There were five songs listed for the second encore, but I think the heat was getting to them and they called it a night two songs into it, totaling about 27 on the evening. There was a film crew there making a DVD, and 2.0 thinks we made it on, so that's cool. Janet waved right to us at the end, always fun. (Actually, that's what happening in the last photo from the Brooklyn Vegan set.) Overall, an awesome show, and one I'm extremely happy to have seen. Sleater-Kinney was my favorite band still recording music, and now I guess Wilco or the Hold Steady have that honor. Chicagoans, if you can brave the heat for Lollapalooza, it's totally worth checking them out one last time.

So, since I've got a strip to draw and clothes to pack and shoelaces to buy before heading into the Jersey that is not as old, let's drop a few links and head on out. Last month, when 2.0 and I went to the Brooklyn Museum, I saw this awesome martini set from the '30s, made by a company from the town my mom is from. Yesterday, I finally got around to finding it on their site, and then to trying to eBay a set. I met with no success, so then I just straight-up Googled it. Shit! $15,000! Well, if anyone out there *really* likes the strip...

At some point today, your daily Irish will be updated - Mike Frank's always-awesome Power Hour had very special guest Joe Goddamn Montana on last night. Hot - damn.

I forget exactly what 2.0 and I were looking for on YouTube when we got back from the show at like 1:30 in the morning, but this rap about her collitch town of New Paltz is what we found, instead. Between that and the 585, it's astounding to think that New York has the least crazy theme song of all the places the lady's lived.

Today's MySpace nightmare is another guy named Jeremiah. He spells it differently, but we have the same tatoos.

bullfrog

WTF? http://biz.yahoo.com/prnews/060731/nym168.html?.v=54

You know who I hate? President Bush.

Also I'm kind of pissed about the Penguins' sale not going through to Mark Cuban, Dan Marino and associates. But then again, I blame Murstein, being that he was the one using Marino and Cuban as fronts for the fact that his organization was $25 million short in their bid for Pittsburgh's hockey franchise. Still, having Mark Cuban (Burgh native) own the Pens would have been some cool shit. I mean, how fucking sweet would it be to have him as an NHL owner? He would bring that league back from the fucking dead, that's for sure. Fuck you, Gary Bettman. I mean, running the goddamned league into the ground through 1990s overexpansion into desert cities and Southern towns where they have no naturally occurring ice, thus diluting the hockey talent pool so casual fans in Phoenix and North Carolina can win the Stanley Cup without even knowing what the hell it is? The sheer brilliance of your bullshit amazes the fuck out me. Somehow you managed to get the labor situation fixed, but that involved canceling an entire fucking season for the first time in North American pro sports history. If the fucking Penguins move to motherfucking Kansas City, you had better fucking give us a new fucking team, you fuck, because fuck not having hockey in Pittsburgh. I would be fucking pissed.

Fuck.

Yeah, we made some mention of Jeter's odor the other day. Add to that A-Rod's upcoming children's book, and all we have left is for Torre to play the part of the troll under the bridge in the Broadway production of the Three Billy Goats Gruff.

http://www.chicagotribune.com/sports/baseball/chi-0607280178jul28,1,2704139.story?coll=chi-sportsbaseball-hed

I see Pat took me up on my offer to pull a Joey Porter on the site. Outstanding!

I, for one, am all for Mark Cuban buying into the NHL and also hopefully MLB. I had heard he was looking into the Pirates, but since I'm not too up on hockey I didn't know about the Penguins. Mark Cuban is so awesome, I actually was kind of rooting for a team from Texas in the NBA Finals.

I love grandpa! He kinda reminds me of the pringles guy, only with white hair.

I have to say I got all excited about the existence of a Brooklyn Vegan website, but it seems that it's mostly about bands and music and stuff. Eh.

Well, it's more like Cuban and Marino lent their names to this Murstein douche, but in reality Murstein didn't have the money to buy the team, so ultimately the Penguins rejected his offer. Now the front-runner is some Hartford real-estate guy who says he will keep the team in Pittsburgh contingent on a new arena (that's a whole other process also in uncertain motion), but having felt bad for the Hartford fans when they lost the Whalers, I wouldn't be that shocked if he moved the team back up there and rechristened them the Whalers. Some dude is also bidding on the team who wants to take them to Kansas City.

Hockey can't leave Pittsburgh, I would cry! And that would just be some unbecoming shit.

Another take on the S-K show from last night - evidently they *did* play Nightlight. There was a song they played that wasn't on the setlist, but I didn't recognize it. Guess that was it.

http://www.fluxblog.org/2006/08/hush-hush-and-rock.html

I was actually thinking Grandpa reminded me of Orville Redenbacher...

Someone mentioned Pringles, which allows me to whip out my great Pringles fact - when they first kicked around the idea of Pringles Light (not the fat free ones) they couldn't figure out a way to lower the fat - so they RAISED the fat count and called those 'regular' and took the original ones and called them 'lite.' Hmmm. Now, for some reason, I'm craving Munchos, and I don't think they even HAVE 'potato' as an ingredient. 'MUNCHOS - the non-potato snack crisp to have when the thermometer breaks 100!'

Zero

Bullfrog -

From this music blog that I read, a review of the Hold Steady show in Toronto that I thought you might appreciate:

http://www.chromewaves.net/

Maybe I'll have to give that album another listen or two.