I don't like Christmas

And by the way, that statement has been changed from what I usually say to my roomie: "Fuck Christmas. Goddamn effing Christmas." See? That's much worse. Anyway, I wonder if it's normal to walk by the guys selling christmas trees on my corner, staring at the ground, trying hard as hell to be invisible as I walk past them, becuase I feel I will be violently ill or scream bloody murder at them if they dare to say "Happy Holidays" to me. Which they do. 2-4 TIMES A DAY. I don't know why I get so wound up about it..my holidays aren't lonely or sad by any means ( I got dumped a couple days before christmas last year, but my dislike started MUCH before that poop), I love my fam and friends, I'm ridiculously enthusiastic about every other holiday (Halloween, hello?!), so I really don't know what it is. Whatevs. I'm loving this weather (global warming?..cooool), and I've busted out my Hullo Winter mix. Maybe I just need mistletoe. Or whiskey...preferably both.

Boys in bands make Krissy krazy

OY! CMJ peoples..CMmotherfuckinJ! First off, on Halloween I made it by my little ol' lonesome to see Shane Bartell, the cutie pie boy with guitar from Austin.

LET ME TELL YOU, he was more amazing than I was expecting. Not enough people were there for his talent bracket ya know (it was 7 on Halloween..that's pretty fuckin' rough), but he was so great. His voice is like, UGH I'm not getting into it. It was like when I used to go to the local college campus coffee shop and make googly eyes at whatever cute boy was rocking his acoustic geetar..except Shane is obv like 8 bajillion times better, haha. My friend Sass couldn't believe I like such a cute, mellow, pretty little rocker, but ya know, I'm a music shizo. His voice is RIDICULOUS. Then somehow I ended up having a chitchat with 'im..won't go into it. But I will say, he was wearing a cowboy hat. And I can't wait till he comes back to NYC.

Then Halloween happened, ballz to the wallz, @ my little hangout Lit Lounge. Of course. Naughty things were done, old friend rockstars were ran into and molested by moi, and here's the only evidence of the night I am willing to disclose here.

It's Sailor Mars yo!! If you don't know of the Sailor Moon..well..yer probably a lot cooler than me. Don't gloat tho, it's really not too hard. Oh, and this was @ Lit,

It's Kris-SCARE-ah! HA! Ahem..ok, lame.

Then the night night twas off to my first night of Fontana's to see my friends band, the ever amazing Mutronium. And of course, they were amazing. Saints and Lovers, as usual, were also great, before Mutronium. They're a really consistently good band, and I like the singer's hoodie up over his head. I don't know why. Mutronium, in mid-rock, mid-synth:

Then after them there was a little rockabilly surprise called B-Monster, get THIS, from England. They were English. Rowr.

Needless to say, I drank my Sparksies and stayed the hell away from any members of this band. They were dressed in the whole western thang and were sooooooper fun! I wanted to check them out again in NYC, but I was low on funds after the walletfuck of CMJ. Well, I did a lil' to eff up the cashflow also with my own lil' CMJ afterparty @ the Library with my girlies. Let's paint a portrait of a happy indie rawk Bunny! And her adorable wah!

Fast forward to the NEXT night at Fontana's, once again hittin up the sugarfreez Sparks, jacking a CMJ pass to see the awesome Death of Fashion. I've seen em a bunch of times and they rock my socks off everytime, for realz. The one singer always gets all climbin out in the crowd, the bassist is always bouncin all over the joint, I just love 'em. They're good ol' glammy rock. The one singer gets a little Jim Morrison also. Bottom line, they were the hotness.

Too MUCH. IIIII was suffiently drunk and decided that FUCK ALL I was going to go see Benzos at Tiswas, goo-durnit! So, an hour late mind you, I say payce out and run a few blocks to where Benzos are playing. I don't normally run around drunk by myself, but this is Benzos we're talking bout here. IN FACT, a week or so before CMJ that blog the Gothamist had a pic from my Flickr of Benzos! I got captioned and whatnotz! Look!

Now, when I get Gawkered, (read: prolly never), I will simply diiiiiie. Anyway, by the grace of the CMJ gods, the band BEFORE Benzos were comin on, and on top of that, they were AMAZING. Like, they were fucking ACE! AND they're scottish, ahhh. I think to see them in action too is the best so here's a vid of theres.



By the time Benzos came on, 2 hrs late, I was drunk enuff to stand right in front by myself and shake my booty. Even though I was alone, and I've seen them a million times, they were probably still the best band of CMJ. AMAZING. All their new songs were sexy as whoa. I'm obsessed with them still. The pics are substandard, even for me tho, because the lighting show was a lil dark and I was a lil' 3 sheets to the wind. I sucked down like 3 PBRs waiting for them.

And lastly, I'm obsessed with their song "Teach Me the Way" that they always do last, and I decided to capture a few seconds of it. I don't know why. But I did so I might as well take it off Bunnycamz and show it to the world (read: myself. maybe wifey)!!

I <3 you Benzos! Can't wait for the forthcomin album!!

And for our final thoughts: CMJ=fun, Halloween=naughty, and I can't wait for this on Sat. Ahh, my wifey's just gettin better with age!

DAMN that's a bucket of weird

Before I blather on about CMJ or Halloween, which both experiences were A LOT, I just want to post this video. I don't remember this band Shreikback, and I don't know how they've manage to escape my insatiable lust for new wave and goth wave music from the 80s, but I saw them on the Alternative last night, and holy moly. At first I was like, this is retarded. Then it turned into, hey, it's kinda fun, and ended with HOLY SHIT this is ridiculously amazing and I'm finding their album in the used bin @ Kim's. The video cheered me up hella. This is like that Erasure video I posted before, but ya know, the gothy "ooo soooo dark and artsy" version instead of super gay.



And I think they rhyme "big black nemeis" with "parthenogenisis" or something. In the motherfucking CHORUS. Shreikback, you have balls my friends. Balls.

Well, thanks

That's what I get for being excited about something. Ya know? I'll continue to listen to his beautiful songs and shit, but just a teeny bit has been marred. Cos I almost felt like crying last night, and maybe even right now. I don't even know him, but really, it hurts to be led on by even someone you don't know, but want to know. Whatevs. I always want to give men the benefit of the doubt, and they always FUCK ME OVER. Men. JERKS.

OH YEAH! *And* I did my HAIR to see him. That's huge. Cos I don't know how to work a BRUSH most of the time, LET ALONE a hair dryer and hair spray. FUCK YOU musicians. SERIOUSLY. Fuck you and you're fucking guitars and goddamn cowboy hats. Bitches. Why must you be so cute?!

My friend was trying to cheer me up at the show, and she says the good ol' "it's his loss" thang. Then why do I feel bad?? Cos I bet he doesn't feel bad. Although it's not really his loss either, cos I'm pretty nuts. Maybe my Myspace he said he was looking at scared him. Can't say I'd blame him.