My pretty, pretty, pet..

Listen to this song and be tragic with me!! Oooo!! I want to wallow and be frustrated when I listen to it. It's so beautiful and anthemic and by this band Aberdeen City, who opened for Elefant the other night. They are just killing me right now. Here's a sample lyric from another one of their songs that is haunting my sleep, Pretty Pet.."Sometimes regret, makes a good pet, you hit the target, my pet regret.." Yeah, they're KILLING ME I'M DYING. Hmm, that was my drama queen talking thar I guess. Sara told me over some Heinies on Memorial Day, while we were talking bout the pink snowball of POOP that is my life, that I am most definately a drama queen. Huh. I never thought I was that bad..oh WELL it's the sensitve artist type right? Yeah, I'm the sensitive artist type, PFFFTHP. Anyway, back to this wonderful band, so this boy is the guitarist and one day either Sara or I will marry him. Which is pretty amusing cos we *never* agree on men..hence how we are still bffs! He played guitar like a crazy person and jumped and and was all Gumby, AMAZING. He's really skinny and has no butt, and I think we like that. Hmm.

Aberdeen City's Myspace will change your life, in a good way!

I need to get the EP now, the Freezing Atlantic..but there are a million other albums to get. And I am poor. And I keep spending my money on shows/Jackn'cokes/my decline into crazy.

And as for Elefant, what can I say that this picture cannot??

They were ridiculously perfect, Diego is still the most effing theatrical GORGEOUS frontman ever, and their fans are hilarious and love to dance. The new songs sounded amazing as usual and Bokkie and the older stuff made everyone go bananas! Me n' wifey, front row..totally sober (one beer, I fucking hate webster's prices), it was magical. Then the next night or so I went ta see Benzos at TisWas after some drinks with wifey. UMM DAMMIT, they also were perfecto! The lighting show at the Annex was suhhhweet and I got some hotass pictures that I haven't resized yet cos when I'm not busy I'm lazy. BUT I found this on the Shaw Promotions webbysite whilst looking at their Benzos shots..let's play a lil' game called Where's Krissy?, it's like Where's Waldo? but way, way easier.

Yes, I would be the tipsy looking girl in the homemade Ian McCulloch tee and the hot pink leopard print of course. Klassy with a K, as always. I know the photo guy was totally just trying to take a pic of that girl in the blue too, and I eeked in there. And when I look at these I see, sheesh! I am in dire need of a wifey's-special-drinking-at-the-apt-on-a-thursday-night-haircut! I'm starting to look a miiiite bit treehugger here..Whatev! It sucked cos I was alone at the show and I even had a +1..will noone I know ever join my in my complete adoration and devotion to Benzos?! Lookit how adorably scruffy!!

Bah! I will forever be running around the LES on my own to see bands..pray for my safety, bitches.

And to end the weekend, after the Apple store meeting we went out to Lit for a nightcap, me, wifey, and a few boyz from the store. No dinner and complete exhaustion plus like 6 drinks turned into, tada! Kareoke downstairs! I "sang" the Killing Moon and I'm sure it was frightening to hear my high-pitched squealy voice instead of Ian's croon.

And I just HAPPENED to be wearing that tee, DORK. It was wonderful anyway, one of the guys sang Ring of Fire and the other sang Tiffany's I Think We're Alone Now, and basically, it was one of those nights where I got the hiccups and couldn't stop and someone ended up losing a wallet and I fell asleep on the couch with all my clothes on and covered in Tostitos crumbs, oy vey.

And all that was like two weekend ago. Last weekend was um, some more shenans. Sara took this picture on Memorial Day, right before we skedadled to Billysburg (I still fucking hate you Billysburg, I just tolerate you cos Whooooore! lives there now) to get a few PBRs at a local hipster dive. I decided I would live up to my class-act persona and bust out the Alize shirt. Have you had that stuff?? EW its like shnappes and it makes me wanna vom just thinking about it, although the night I got that shirt for free I drank like 10 shots of it...*shudders* Anyway, in college when I would get drunk in the dorms I would end up putting on some crazy outfit before going out, sometimes on a dare from others, and it's nice to see I haven't matured at all. Wifey *loves* it (aka, not really) when I go, "Ohmigawd! That is the most stupid, crazy, most insanely ridiculous thing I've ever seen! It's so ugly! I'm buying it and wearing it home!"

Nerds!!

Welcome to the Black Magic Show

Yay! I've been waitin 2 months to see Elefant and it's finally heeeeere! I haven't seen 'em headline fer like, 2 years or something crazy like that. I've been lucky with instores and opening performances, but this is the jackpot if you will, the *goldmine* of shows. Too bad Webster poopy Hall's drinks are like way too expensive and not strong. Boo! But I don't care cos front row singing along with Diego to Bokkie is all I need right now to ease my poor lil mixed up brain..cos whiskey sure ain't helping. Diegooooo...!

I'm goin to TisWas this Sat. night to see Benzos (after Mixel Pixel @ the Cake Shop..too much excitement yayyy!), and I'm psyched as hell cos I haven't been to the Annex yet. I used to go to TisWas back in the day when it was at Don Hill's, good, good times! I remember the first time I went I had to get a fake ID cos I was like 20, and it was soooo bad and like way too much $ and I was rubbing it on the cement so I could get it to look "genuine." HA. Like scratches were gonna help, the fucker had this cheesy hologram that I swear said like, "This is so totally fake" over and over. But it HAD a hologram and that was good enuff fer me. And then they never checked anyways of course. The last time I went was a couple months ago cos I wanted to go to TisWas and I completely forgot it hosted MisShapes now. NICE. Wifey was grumbling cos we paid like 10 bucks to get in, and then inside the place is crawlin with fuckin lame-o hipsters in stirrup leotards and bangs and oversized sweatershirts with ironic kittens on em. And I'm like, huh, they're playing really fun music hmmm..then we see MisShape boy and I'm like damn, this ain't TisWas. Oops! Wifey was none too happy hehe, as some weird coked up dude was all in her grill and this chick was dancing on the bar spillin on us and I think we stayed a total of 30 mins. I never really was that into MisShapes (well, the party that is, the djs totally spin fun shit). I'm an oldschool girl, the last I *really* did the hipster thing was back when my favoritest place the Luxx was in full Rheingold-open-bar swing..but I mean, Carlos D. spinning the Bunnymen fer me, SERIOUSLY, it doesn't get much better than that! MAN, that place was me n' Sarah's jam! I miss it still. But I digress, I'm finally goin to the Annex (hopefully not alone..maybe I can talk a Sara(h) or someone to join moi?? pweez?? ) to see Benzos, who are fucking amazing. I <3 Benzos. Like I <3 ponies. *That* much!

My parents *and* my sister are coming tomorrow too, to see a Colbert Report taping..Imma take em to St.Marks as usual, and down as many sakes as I can on them. Wink! I haven't seen my sister in a while..it's gonna be weird. And they're gonna swing by Apple to say hello..oy. I'm happy as hoo ha to see em, but ready fer the "concern" or whatev parents call it when they bug you about yer life and whatnot. In that sneaky, passive aggressive, 'renty way. And my mom can only listen to the horrible stories of menfolk I fall in like with fer so long. Just long enuff to gently dissaprove.

Also, the Stills album is out! Woot! I need to get it today. If their new stuff sounds as magnificent as it did at the Mercury Lounge, then it's gonna be major. I think this might be their single artwork, I know it's not the album artwork, but either way, HOLY FUCKING MOLY that is adorable!

Bunnynerd, peacing out!

Go fuck yourself Death Cab for Cutie

Seriously. And take the Postal Service with you. I know those are strong words fer such bland-ass music, but I can't take them, VOM. The latest issue of Rolling Stone..Death Cab for Cutie, the Goo Goo Dolls, Madonna, James Blunt..damn. That is one lame ass magazine. Thank god for Spin.

Ya know who's good as poop? This band, Death of Fashion. Fanmuthafuckintastic! Straight up indie Velvet Underground/Bowie/Bunny luv!! Does everyone sound like the Bunnies to me?! Goo!

Death of Fashion Myspace

I'm off to hang with my Sassy and do the girl talk thing. GIRL mothereffin TALK, is where it's AT. I wish I still had that board game..shiiiiiit...that was my jam! I always did the dares, wink!

These are the Days of Our Lives

And they are FUCKED UP. HA! No but seriously, damn Tivo came on for Sara's Days of Our Lives (oh, my wifey and her stories!!), so I have to take a break from my day off, eating seaweed and watching VH1 Classic. So I remember a couple shots of whiskey at Fat Baby last night after Aerovox. Good idea K-dawg! I swear, all I need is someone who will take shots with me and I'm psyched as hell. My favorite part of life is when I ask Sara if she'll take a shot with me and she goes "No" with that stoney, I-swear-to-effin-gawd-I-am-so-serious face she does, and I go, okay, let's get one. And she goes "NO" and then I attempt to physically drag her to the bar, whilst giggling and completely ignoring her sincerity in not wanting a shot. Then I order a 2 shots of whiskey and she says to the bartender, "No, don't bring me one please," to which I reply to him, "No, really, 2 shots." And then he brings the shots, Sara stares daggers at me and goes, "I hate you." But eventually she gives up (there is no winning that battle with me), she grimaces after her Jacky D. and I giggle some more. Then it all starts over in about a half hour. Damn, that is some funny shit to me, I don't know why. Now, who said I'm a handfull?? Mwah ha.

But anywhose, there is nothing NOTHING better than seeing a great band at a cool bar and hanging with friends (and my Anna) and drinking too much and not having to work the next day. I luff eet. I'm so tired of worrying and stressing and obsessing (over what..HMMM I motherfuckin wonder), and wifey's tired of talking me off a metaphorical ledge I know. I always listen to her advice but never follow it..she's an amazing judge of character, me? not so much. I feel more and more of a headcase these days. My interview at the Blue Note was great..no job. C'mon man, I was a fucking graphic dzn intern at Jazz @ Lincoln Center!! That effing job was MADE for me. Whatev. I have to call the 'rents and tell 'em I didn't get it. Ugh. I walked past Pratt today and Commencement was today..wow..exactly one year ago I walked and grad-ee-ated from Pratt with a BA in Graphic Design. I remember it was supposed to be so damn exciting and all I could think about was how tired I was from getting a bus back from Philly @ 1 AM after seeing the Bunnies, and also how I wanted it to be over so I could go back home to PA to see the Bunnies AGAIN in Lancaster. Damn I'm a crazy sometimes. So here I am, one year later, not quite doing anything graphic design-filled with my life..and only thinking about how excited I am that I got my ticket to see the Bunnies in NYC in June. And how I need to get the ticket for their Philly show. They'll be my 14th and 15th Bunnyshows since graduating high school in '01. Wow. Now my head hurts. Man, if my dad ever knew I did that Bunnymen shit the night before graduation, holy shit, he would ring my neck. I remember my friend Assi @ like 30 mins till the bus @1 AM ( I've decided I make most of my friends because they are more responsible, me + the equally irresponsible=death or fines) in Philly, outside the TLA, goes "alright crazy girl, we gotta get you on a bus to Brooklyn so you can GRADUATE COLLEGE tomorrow." And I'm all silly drunk and go "But Ian isn't out yeeeet..we have wait for Ian. I have to seeee Iiiiiiiaaaaannnnn...I looooove Iaaaannnn.." And she looks me in the fuckin eyes and goes, "Look at me and listen, bitch. You are gettin on that bus and not missing your motherfucking college graduation when your parents and grandparents are going to be there, if I have to pick you up and throw you over my fucking shoulder and carry your drunk ass there." And she is 6 foot something and one time she actually slapped me and I love her like a sis, but she doesn't mess around. So I shut up about Ian Mac and go to the bus. Good times.

Bottom line, I can't wait to see the Bunnymen again. Twice. And my lil' blonde hugbunny gon' be there, gosh!, I love my girls. No drama there...just talkin' bout boobs. I actually think my girls are way more vulgar than my guy friends. The guys are more immature with their humor, but us chicas are just *obscene* Tee hee!

Favorite songs of the week:
Take Me Apart- Aerovox (fresh in my brizz-ain)

One Night in Bangkok-Murray Head (from this 80s broadway musical..oh, it's so wonderfully bad)

Teenage Lust-Jesus and Mary Chain ( HOT )

Mantis Rock-Mixel Pixel-(these bitches are crazy)

Lola-the Kinks (the classic)

I Don't Know Why I Love You-House of Love ( *sigh* )

Be With You-Enrique Iglesius (hey, don't be a snob)

Sirens-Elefant ( "Sirens never came to me as warning..")

Absolute Beginners-Bowie (makes me want to be in love)

Silver Gun-Marjorie Fair (makes me happy to not be in love)

Space Needle-the Church (makes me remember I'm in love with Steve Kilbey, duh!)

*Also*, RIP my Elkland. I didn't want to believe you Joel, I was in denial. Boo! I loved Elkland. I remember I saw them the first time when they opened fer Elefant at some show I caught in Philly like 2 years ago. And I fell in like with them, and his dancing. Oh! his robot dancing! I saw them soooo many times, from sneaking into magazine parties to driving to effin Hoboken, and me n' wifey danced profusely. As much as 2 sightly self-conscious girls *can* dance, we did. This is my tribute to the presh Jon P from the many pics I took at those shows <3!!

Jon Peirce apparently started another band with the Elkland songs he never recorded, and of course, they are fucking awesome. I need them to play now, I miss my lil' dancing cutie pie. Their name is riDICulous however. Goat Explosion?! I told Sara it would have been way better (aka, tolerable) if they had just made it Goatsplosion. Or mabye Goatzplosion. YES!

Goat Explosion Myspace

Addiction, thy name is the Cloud Room

I can't get enuff of this freakin song/band. Cheese and craaaackers!

Also, this band, House of Love. Lame band name..so much Bunny and Cure and Jesus & Mary Chain love. SO MUCH I LOVE LOVE LOVE AND I WISH IT WERE THE DIZZAMN 80S AGAIN. Thanks to my friend Joel fer makin me a crazy mix cd of crazy obscurish 80s stuff. Remember that song by the Fine Young Cannibals?? No, not "She Drives Me Crazy", but that OTHER one, "Good Thing??" FUCK I hadn't heard that song forever and when I saw it was on the cd I listened to it 10 times in a row and danced around my tiny ass bedroom. And Imma listen to it now too. Right after the Cloud Room song.

This is their official website

This is their Myspace where you can listen to a few songs

(hint: listen to "I Don't Know Why I Love You!!" )

Kind of a joke, but not really

I used to tell people back in the day, " I'm smarter than I look!" It wasn't hard, this is what I looked like:



I mean, my friggin' finger got stuck in a bottle people. Sheesh.

But now that I'm a brunette and not a blonde..I'm not sure about that. If I wore glasses I DEF couldn't say that anymore. Sigh. I used to be such an intelligent girl..

I said there's more to life than a broken heart (did it console ya?)

Why is being in your early 20s so effing CONFUSING?! Can someone just wake me up (or sober me up) when it's all over?! My mind cannot take the stress of crappy retail employment, searching for career-related employment, being poor, and trying to find a boy to have a relationship with, anymore. Hellz, not even a boy to find a relationship with, but just one to give ONE FLYING FUCK about me after we've kissed. Jesus H. Christopher. I mean, I'm pretty romantically aneorexic, I am completely starved of it and I fucking FEAR it, but I mean, this whole completely casual-we've-never-even-touched things is beyond me. FUCK I don't wanna fucking see you everyday and cuddle and write poety n'shizz, but must we START THINGS OFF with the "I don't want anything serious right now" speech?! Boys want it both ways. They want to git nekkid but they don't want to be friends. Acquaintances that fuck?! That's geedee ridiculous, that's a big acquainting. Do they have no emotions?! They're a vast heartless lot, and I'm done with 'em. I know I've said it before, but this time it's fer realreal, not for playplay. They can take their geetars and shove'em. I'm tired of my bad effing judgement. I suppose all my good taste in music has left no room for taste in men. Speaking of MUSIC, my REAL true love..

Aerovox are playing this week at Fat Baby, be there or be square. Yours truly will be handing out flyers (oh, yeah, I'm THAT girl), because I think they are amazing and I would do anything ta help 'em out. Because I believe they can fly, I believe they can touuuuch the skyyyyy (yeah, that was some Brian McKnight in thar, what-what!) AMAZING like whoooa ya'll. I seriously like, sing their geedee songs in my sleep. Here's their webbysites:

Aerovox

Aerovox Myspace

And ALSO best thing this week, Bunny tix on sale!! Woot!! A Bunnyshow in the summer..holy moly..I can barely contain my fancy work! HAHA Sara!! FANCY WORK!!

Also, in a couple weeks, Elefant are headling Webster Hall. Where I will be in the front row, throwing a rose at Diego and yelling at Jeff, "I LOVE YOUUUUUU!!" to which he will reply, " You are weird!!" And we will DANCE ZEE DANCE OF LIFE!! And when they play Sirens, I will swoon and faint.
But tonite it is Cinqo de Mayo, and although I am Hungarian and mostly all Eastern European, I will tequila shot myself into a coma with Tasha in Billysburg (FUCK YOU Billysburg, and your beautiful ilk!!) , and perhaps do some salso dancing with other Apple peeps. Fuck, I ain't Irish but that didn't stop me from partaking in St. Patty's. I LOVE DRINKING HOLIDAYS. End of effin' story. Let's do a Friday recap:

LOVE: Drinking Holidays (especially involving shots and dancing)
HATE: Boys
FANCY WORK ASPLODING FOR: Aerovox, Bunny, and Elefant shows
BEST PHOTO OF WEEKEND SHENANIGANS: