Showing posts with label another damn blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label another damn blog. Show all posts

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Monday, June 2, 2008

Little Known Fact...

I decided to put a little tracking devise on the blog (it's at the bottom) to see how many hits the site was getting, etc.

What do you think the most viewed individual post has been?

http://puttingthingsinplainsite.blogspot.com/
2008/04/racy-miley-cyrus-photo.html

Hahahahaha, perverbs!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Ryan Adams, you silly billy


This is the blog belonging to no other than Ryan Adams. Talk about oversharey! But honestly that's what makes it good.

I've really gotten into Ryan Adams these last few years, it started with Jacksonville City Nights in Richmond, VA. Great album. Funny, when I was supposed to like him during the early 00's, I thought he sounded weak. Now I keep Jacksonville City Nights, Easy Tiger, and Follow the Lights in heavy rotation.

Going back to his blog, I thought this was interesting... While attempting to dispel multiple rumors he writes:

3. I never KICKED OUT anyone from a concert. The Ryman Auditorium (a shit hole in Nashville) has the balls to charge you for security when you play there but if some college kid, and I mean SOUTHERN college kid decides to get wasted and scream through 7 songs of a solo acoustic performance, they could give a fuck. I went into the audience and handed him what I thought the ticket price was (40 bucks) and asked him to leave. I said “you have successfully ruined this concert so here is your money, now will you go home now so I can at least try and give the rest of this audience what they paid for. It did not work as the woman who runs that shit-hole re-seated him and BELIEVE IT OR NOT people CHEERED when he was ushered to a new seat. As most of that concert were people telling him to “shut up” There was NO BAND just myself, and I was joined by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings (heroic figures to me) to sing a few tunes and still the man screamed over it. In fact, “Summer of 69” was not shouted when I went to ask him to leave. It was in fact something else. He was so drunk, so very very drunk he did not even know he was there.
The writer who wrote it up the next morning submitted it to AP (the Associated Press) in hopes it would bring him a few extra dollars and some exposure. I have suffered since.
I seriously could give six shits about Bryan Adams or that song. In my opinion he is not a serious artist. His songs have ” implied target market audience” written all over them and in fact he is quite embarrassing in general. Also a piss poor photographer. I guess it is kind of amazing he got to stand next to Tina Turner though. She is rather heroic and an obvious artist. In every sense. Also she was kick ass in Mad Max BeyondfThunderdome and I wish I could coddle her in her chain mail in Barter-Town but that place does not exist.

Yeah. The truth will set you free, my friend. Of course he lives in New York.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

First Post, Coast to Coast

Hello, to anyone who is reading this. I have created this "blog" so my friends and I can have some place to log in and post whatever we want. That's right, it's my plan to have multiple authors from all walks of life posting whatever they want, so we can all check it periodically and find some treasure. There's no rules or ideals, the powers of these posts are much too strong to be put into template. Post stories, literature, links, pics, and videos, whatever.

Below is the video for "Start Me Up" by the Stones, a good clip to usher in any new blog. You're welcome. Last weekend I spent a lot of time in Queens with Ryan watching VH1 Classic's "7 Ages of Rock." History of rock 'n roll never gets boring to me. No matter how many times I hear some dinosaur rocker say, "Dylan went electric and everyone hated it," I still love hearing it. The "American Alternative" rock age was personally the most enjoyable. It showed my teen idol (and last true rock 'n roller according to Viacom), Kurt Cobain, in various stages of rocking, drugging, and dying. Then modern day Michael Stipe (my favorite alterna-gay) said he tried to invite Kurt to Atlanta the week of Kurt's death. Mike didn't want him to be alone and depressed in the junkie rot state he was in. Too bad Hotlanta had yet to reach its full Crunkadelic potential (the world would wait until the early 2000s). Kurt would have found those hot beats irresistible, and he would still be alive today.

Finally, what do you think Kurt Cobain would be doing if he were still alive in 2008? Comments are always appreciated here.