Thursday, December 29, 2005
I also have concluded that country girl singers are my second favorite place to find hot chicks. Number one, waitresses. You know that they can't be ugly; otherwise I wouldn't tip them as well.
I remember in high school hearing all the hick bastards talk shit about black people and how no "N------ drove snowmobiles or Chevy S-10s" every day at lunch from this fat ass named Rolly. I still hold a grudge against huge parts of Champlin and Dayton for the bullshit that I got for being from "Brooklyn Dark." Granted, some areas of my city are shit (Century Courts area, over by 63rd near New Hope, Osseo) but I still feel safer than I do at work. Especially now that I found out that there is a transient motel like two blocks from work. That shit is scary. One time at 2 AM two homeless fucks came banging on the window demanding to come in (after we closed) because they missed the last MTC. Fuck them. Also, some drunk dude came in last week and talked to us for two hours because his "old lady" left him. She caught him at some bar with a new lady I guess. Shit is scary. Where is the common sense switch in some people?
I have been innundated with white trash stupidity in the last two weeks. Seriously, where is the common sense? Or the general grooming habits of respectable society? Every day I see people with ratty hair, dirty hands and crooked brown teeth come in. I wouldn't usually write about this, but most of these people are rude as hell, obnoxious to a fault, and demanding. One actually slammed the door and yelled Jesus Christ when he found out we only had a half pound of the coffee he wanted. What the hell?
Christmas otherwise kind of sucked. I worked both days, and it once again didn't feel like Christmas. I just kept humming the Lennon song "Happy Xmas (War is Over)" in my head, coming back to the "so this is Christmas?" line over and over. Hopefully New Years will be better. But I did recieve the Dylan Documentary on DVD (like Jesus telling his life story) and "Cash" by Johnny Cash (he gives fishing tips and tells how he wrote Folsom Prison!).
Heres my grades for Fall Semester. C, C-, C+, D. I worked way too much, went out on nights I should have studied (or read British music magazines) and also didn't really give two shits about my classes. Better luck next time.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
I was in the Coffman bookstore a few minutes ago, deciding which periodical I would like to purchase for the day. It was down to Sports Illustrated and Rolling Stone. I went with SI when I looked in Rolling Stone and they had nearly the exact same top 50 list for albums of the year as Blender. Rolling Stone has become a piece of shit in the last five years. I am so sick of seeing pictures of Federline and Paris Hilton in there. Too bad I didn't want to spend the nine bucks on Mojo or Q. British music mags are hype driven trash sometimes, but at least they do stories on actual bands and some obscure older stuff also.
Christmas is gonna really suck this year. I haven't done any shopping, and I can wait to see my extended family. My uncle Danny actually walked away from me in mid-sentence on Thanksgiving because I wasn't talking about him. Everyone gets drunk as shit and theres a bunch of unsupervised little kids running around interrupting my TV watching. Thats what happens when you have six aunts and uncles and thirteen cousins.
Friday, December 16, 2005
I realized today that my five favorite songwriters of all time, in order, are as follows:
1.John Lennon/Paul McCartney
Vedder is the only one who doesn't have songs covered on a regular basis. And Lennon/McCartney count as one, seeing as how they were all co-credited. Prince was the most varied of the five, seeing as how he could write kickass songs about God, sex and from the womans perspective. Same with Vedder (from the woman's perspective). He definently is the most consistently personal of the writers. Dylan is the most covered, and the most obscure with his lyrics. Costello is the most cynical and if I were a songwriter, I would probably write like him. He is one emotionally f'd up guy. Just listen to "Indoor Fireworks", "I Want You", and "Allison".
I also have decided that my favorite album of all time is "Plastic Ono Band" by John Lennon. I actually put this album up there in impotance with anything written in the last 100 years. There is not a bad song on there (except for "Do The Oz" which is only on the later CD versions). The fact that the most popular artist of his time had the balls to question the basic belief structure of the world is stunning. Every word on the album rings true. Why can't this album be taught in schools? Oh yeah, because Lennon says "cock" and "fuck". And because he dismisses organized religion and tells the masses that they are "fucking peasants." This album would never get made today. Can you imagine any popular artist releasing something like this now? Or, comparably, Usher releasing something like "What's Going On"? "American Idiot" was the closest thing for a statement that we could get, and it really isn't half as incendiary as either of the above two.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
I had the best sandwich at Granite City ever today. It had ranch, guacamole and cheese on top of a fried chicken breast. I swear to Yahweh, this sandwich was the best ever. The hostess was also maybe the hottest girl I have ever seen also. Oh, and they have seasoned sour cream with waffle fries. Yep, one of the best meals of my 23 years.
I went and saw King Kong last night. It was a little long, but it had its moments. I also felt that Naomi Watts was the hottest 30s chick ever. I have a little quirk with women. I like a nice little overbite smile. Ms. Watts has a tremendous little overbite in King Kong. And Jack Black was good playing the same asshole Jack Black plays in everything. For Jeff, they have six foot long scorpions, three foot long centipedes, and these slugs that pop out of the ground and eat some dude.
For the last month, I have had the Spinners cover of "Cupid" stuck in my head.
Why does Marissa always hang out with douche bags on "The O.C.?" I think that she gives off some sort of creepy douche bag vibe or something. I haven't watched any of the shows this season, so I am a little out of the loop. But isn't Johnny a bit like Oliver with a nicer side?
I was watching Reunion (a piece, but I cannot stop watching). They played "Come Undone" by Duran Duran in the 1994 episode. Come on guys, "Come Undone" was SOOOOO 1993. Its still the shit, though.
ESPN Classic had a eight man hypothetical tournament that featured the best one on one NBA players of all time. KG made it to the finals, but got beat by MJ. The dudes who were doing the picks (Scoop Jackson and some white guy who looked straight "Queer Eye") said that KG was the best all around NBA player of all time. I think that KG beat Kobe and LeBron to get to the last round. It was sweet. They showed old school highlights where Garnett was rockin the "Wolves" jersey at home and in the blue in the Alamodome dunkin on Sean Eliott and The Admiral.
Finally, "Last Christmas" by Wham! gets me fucking PUMPED. I mean, super pumped like when I hear "Switchin To Glide" by the Kings or "Get Over You" by the Undertones. Ha Ha, not about a laday.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Don't remember Saturday night. I puked all over, and I hear that Jeff ran from the cabbie. I thought that everyone ran, but I guess Nate and I stayed back to fight the good fight. One of my belt loops on my pants is ripped from behind, I lost my drivers license, and I somehow spent $60 bucks. Good birthday, though. First one that I don't remember.
I have three finals this next week, plus I work 33 hours at Starbucks and 15 at LTF, so I am going to be dead as hell. I guess I need the cash, seeing as how I haven't bought any Christmas presents yet. Nor do I have any ideas on what to buy my brothers.
I started an albums of 2005 list when I was bored in class a couple of weeks ago, so that should be up pretty soon. Just don't look for Coldplay's "X&Y" on there. Mediocre should have been the title
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Another time, I was trick or treating with some friends. Some drunk ass young couple lured us into her house by telling us to "come see mama." We agreed for some reason. Mama was an 80 year old lady smoking cigarettes and drinking Pig's Eye beer. She was also hooked up to an oxygen tank. The only thing Mama said to us was aimed at my friend Marc. He was dressed as a sausage. Mama said, "what are you, some fucking carrot or something?" We then lied and said our parents were calling us and we ran out of the house.
Another great time was when I called this kid named Pat Weinerman (I think) cocktail weenie dick. He proceded to punch me in the face and give me a shiner. I was eight or nine, and he was like 16. His dad used to come yell at us for playing in the trees at Sunkist Park and claimed that he planted them. One time, one of my friends took a leak from the tree, and the guy actually yelled out "I see you peeing." He had binoculars on. What a creep.
All this stuff happened because our parents didn't really give a fuck. They would send us out to play at like 10 AM and not care when we came home or anything. You just don't have that kind of freedom as kids today. Hell, we had an awesome tree fort where we kept baseball cards and old issues of Penthouse. What kid would have that today? We would bike to Brookdale and all over Brooklyn Park. We would ride our bikes like five miles to Central Park in Brooklyn Park so we could buy 49 cent Mello Yellos in the glass bottle and then jump off the big robot tower. Kids today will have no stories like this. They will be like, "I played so much freaking Pokemon, holy shit." I boo that.
Monday, December 05, 2005
I had to present a diagram of the consumer purchasing process tonight, and it was funny as hell. My partners and I slacked our way through it, and I think we got an A. I also saw some Carlson School dorkass grope his girlfriends fat, gross ass. He didn't even care, he just palmed, squeezed and slapped for the world to see. What a douche.
I also concluded that my A+, #1 candy bar of all time is the Whatchamacallit. It is so damn good. Number two would probably be the Cadbury Fruit and Nut bar. English candy is better than any other foodstuff. I may have to import or get some from Canada. Why in the hell can't they come here? The Hershey Symphony bar is really good too.
Jordan hooked up the ColecoVision last night. I am eager to play some Montezuma's Revenge and some Donkey Kong Junior. River Raid and Keystone Kapers are gonna be played for effin sure also. I can't believe games can't be this fun today. Make something worth playing.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
School sucks, too. I need a beer, really bad. Too bad no Old Chicago this Thursday due to my working. I cannot wait until school is out for Holiday. I'm finna go apeshit, take the returning C.B.S. out for a belated birthday downtown and watch him do the retarded chicken dance all over the place.
Xbox 360=Overrated hype. I played King Kong and it was graphically beautiful, but it seemed like different song, same dance. Nothing like when the N64 and PSX came out back in the day. Moving to 3-D was an actual markable improvement over the SNES and the Genesis. I would kill for a game experience like Final Fantasy VII or Mario 64 from when I was 14. The lack of "Holy Shit, I can't believe that" is why I don't game like I used to. Shit, I would rather play Donkley Kong Jr. on ColecoVision or HERO on the Atari 2600 than some of the junk the next gen systems turn out. I like fun, not graphics.
And NHL 91 and Tecmo Bowl still kick most current sports games asses. Bo and Madano have dominated me far too much for me to not call them classics.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
I was reading Okay Player last night and there was a thread about the songs that scared people as a kid. Most people were scared by the song "Carribean Queen" and by "Somebody's Watchin Me." Some dudes were even freaked out by the Paramount TV ending theme. I admit, I was too. I was also scared by the song "Hey Tonight" by CCR and the song "Silent Running" by Mike and The Mechanics. It was the one with the chorus "Can you hear me running? Can you hear me callin you?" The song "Hazzard" by Richard Marx, about a retard killing a girl by the river, also made me want to cry and cuddle up under my Lazer Tag sheets.
Its funny how weird things freak you out. I can't watch old black and white movies. They make me not sleep for weeks. Not classics like Citizen Kane or Casablanca, but B Movies. I have no idea why. Maybe because everyone who was in them is dead? Oh, and I also get freaked out by old commercials with really creepy jingles. Mainly with lady singers. There was a commercial for a pro choice orginization a few years ago called Birth Right. The jingle was "Birth Right Cares About You." I swear to god, every time it came on while I was listening to my clock radio, I would have to sleep with all the lights on.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Oh, and I worked a bunch. I also bought Neil Diamonds new album, which is good, and the Playgroup mix, which is every good 80s song continously mixed. The best party album ever. I also attended my first record show, where I found the Moby Grape album for six bucks, and some Bowie and Dylan records. I also bought "Fresh" by Sly Stone, and a kick ass Bowie button from the cover of "David Live."
WW(F)E Raw was super depressing tonight. I was thinking about it, and why is it wrestling that kills so many? Steroids are just as prevalent in baseball it seems, and none have died officially from them. Still, I don't watch wrestiling as much as I did in my heyday, but I did follow enough to know what is going on. I was shocked that Flair is the Intercontinental Champ. That is slumming for the 16 time champ. Whoooooooo!
Enough dork stuff, except that I want that Warriors PS2 game...bad. Thats all.
Monday, November 07, 2005
I got pumped in the car today when KOOL 108 quit playing shitty Christmas music. There really haven't been many good Christmas songs...ever. How can you fill a whole playlist with that shit?
Who is Mark Chumura? I really need to know. Whoever it is, has to be a true believer. No one can reference Dan Devine without either being a huge Packer fan (which would be lame) or a Packer hater, like myself. 1-7 makes me warm and fuzzy. I loved when that fat guy stole the ball from Brett Favre. I am sure the announcers were really pumped, calling him the old gunslinger and saying he always makes a play. Um, no. He throws more picks than Razor Ramon.
Speaking of wrestling, the Ric Flair book is a friggin must read. That man knows how to party. He caused riots in Puerto Rico and banged his way through the US countless times over. Old school wrestiling was the shit. And now what do we get? A fake retard winning belts? Good writing.
Been doing a lot of karaoke at the Old Chicago downtown. I sang "Faith" and "Banditos" and it was very liberating. I was also drunk, but I would do it sober also. Hell, I sang the country classic "Dust On The Bottle" stone sober.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
I closed for the first time tonight at work, and it went really smoothly. Got out two minutes early, even. Its weird having to delegate to people, though. I haven't been in charge since the days of Taco Bell. It is kind of fun I have to admit.
The weekend was crazy. Kicked it off Thursday by singing Karaoke at Old Chicago. Rocked the hell out of "Kiss" by Prince and got love from some guy at the bar. I prefaced it with "I bet you never seen a motherfucker who looked like me sing this." Nice. Then I sang "Banditos" by The Refreshments and "I Got You" by Split Endz. I also saw Jeff give a Timberland to a bum and nearly take a bite out of a street pepper.
Then I saw the Decemberists on Friday. I was the only non-theatre major there, but the show was fantastic. I never thought that a band with a chellist and a violinist could rock so hard. The opener was friggin shit, two dudes with acoustic guitars. Lame as hell.
Saturday was a good time. I enjoyed sitting on Nates porch and shooting the shit, having some sort of deep talk (I don't remember much) and smoking cigarettes for the first time in ages.
Thats all for now. I cannot believe the White Sox are about to go up 3-0. I fucking hate those assholes.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Good for KOOL 108 for playing their entire music library without repeats this week. I heard "Nothing From Nothing"(Billy Preston), "Float On" (The Floaters), and "Knock Three Times"(Tony Orlando) in a row. Can't wait to hear "Ride Like The Wind" and "Life Is A Rock(But The Radio Rolled Me)".
Friday, October 14, 2005
I am feeling the shit out of the "Danger Doom" CD. I have only heard a few MF Doom cuts before I purchased, and I have to be honest, I bought this one because of the Aqua Teen Hunger Force cameos. But Doom is the shit, the cameos are not lame like I thought they might be, and Danger Mouse has some kick ass beats. I probably will have to go out and get that Doom album about food next. I also have been in somewhat of a mellow mood lately. I picked up "After the Gold Rush" by Neil Young on vinyl about a week ago and I have been bumping that quite a bit. I love "Southern Man" and "Only Love Can Break Your Heart." It's been a bit of a weird musical journey lately. I felt the overwhelming need (not want) to hear "Brilliant Disguise" by Springsteen on the way to school. So overwhelming, in fact, that I almost ran into CD Warehouse and bought it.
If you don't own the "Arrested Development" season two box set, you are shamed. This is the truth, and the best sitcom on TV. Random lines like," I, uh, went out to my shit hole trailer and smoked the weed like a cigarette" crack me up every time.
Oh, and one other thing. I finally friggin got promoted! I guess the DM was impressed with how I helped open the store that I am going to be a shift at Northtown in a couple of weeks. The extra bank is going to allow me to move out of the parents house and into a crap place with a few roomies. Its time for the baby bird to fly the coop. Actually, its probably been time for five years, but whatever.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Oh, and Guided By Voices song "Game Of Pricks" is the shit...
Sunday, September 25, 2005
The last three days have been the shit. Thursday I went out to TGI Fridays and downtown with some of my Starbucks co-workers as a sort of "goodbye to Jake at Maple Grove" party. I drank three Ultimate Long Islands and got really really tipsy. Then on Friday, I went down to the U and kicked it at Nates for like 30 minutes before we went to some random kegger which was a mile away. Saw Peter Harolds new digs, and saw Jeff grab a rake from a frat house and say "I'm Rake-kwon." Then we walked to meet a friend of Jeffs, only to find the address given was that of an industrial park. The walk was definently a walk to remember.
Saturday was the best of the nights. Christian had his "leaving the EBHC" party and rocked cowboy boots like the Gap Band. We started out at Nye's. I guess that Frank Vascelerio was in the house, so Pete, Jeff and Milla went to go buy him a shot. Too bad he left. I ate the best pierogi ever, and drank many a cheap beer. Then we went to Gastoffs for Oktoberfest, where I consumed a Tied To The Bedpost and got pumped when "Jump Around" came on. The ride was the funniest. Peter had to straddle my lap because there were 8 people in a Mercury Sable. I felt really gay. I never had a 200 pound man on my lap before. Hopefully that will be the last time.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Quade killed his blog. Maybe someday he will bring it back with new material. Or maybe a return of The Plays? I kind of doubt it.
Cuts of the week:
"Catch My Disease" Ben Lee
"Cracklin' Rosie" Neil Diamond
"Black Book" Stephen Malkmus
"April Skies" Jesus and Mary Chain (Can't stop listening to the "Darklands" CD)
"Night On Fire" VHS or Beta
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Jeff informed me that The Hold Steady and The New Pornographers are both coming in concert in October. I am there. Those bands released two of the best CDs of the year. I cannot stop listening to the New Pornographers CD "Twin Cinema." God it's so damn good. Off for some night tennis where I'm gonna dominate like Agassi.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Friday, September 02, 2005
Today I enjoyed some Broadway buffet, and then went blazer shopping. I feel the need for something in a pinstripe, I think black. The shitty thing is that all the places that I went had that bullshit "vintage cut" style that looks like a chick should wear it. I don't have the body of a male model, so I don't look good in a vintage cut. Gay. Anyways, I think that some more clothes shopping is in order next Friday. I have class, but fuck it. College is for skipping, idn't it?
I find the New Orleans situation much worse than 9/11, personally. The pictures coming out of that city are damn sad. The worst part is that the media is not handling it like 9/11. I think that it is the media bias toward minorities. The reason that 9/11 got so much coverage was, yes, due to the fact that it was done by evil. But most of the people killed were white and proffessional. Hurricane Katrina hit the poor parts of New Orleans worst, and the low-income people were the most affected. Plus, Cocksucker Bush doesn't have a "terr" to fight. My brother Jordan said that Bush will probably propose a war on storms next. He is so fucking stupid. I swear to god, open your fucking oil-filled wallet and donate, say, $10 million to relief efforts. I know that you have it, you can afford it. Instead of telling people to "hang in there" actually fucking do something, you ignorant son of a bitch.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
I heard, on JACK tonight, "It's In The Way That You Use It" by Eric Clapton. I got super pumped. I don't like a whole lot of Clapton, but that song brings me back to my childhood, and my parents big tan Delta 88 that had a spring that stuck into your butt in the back seat. Also, I heard "My Own Worst Enemy" by Lit, which brought me back to Junior year in high school when all I did was sit in my room and play Ape Escape and Civilization II. I was cool as shit.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
In other news, I am transferring to the Northtown Starbucks starting in mid-September. It is a new store, and it will not be as busy as the Maple Grove one, which is a nice change. Also, it will be nice to be in a different area. The Northtown store will be about ten minutes quicker to get to, and the customers may not be as high maintenence. I am so sick of people demanding there only be one half shot of espresso in their latte or mocha. Come the fuck on! Don't come to a coffee shop and order a $4 drink if you don't want coffee flavor. Or order a Frappuccino or something.
"I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" The Rubinoos
"Shelter From The Storm" Bob Dylan
"Sing Me Spanish Techno" The New Pornographers
"Do You Want To?" Franz Ferdinand
"Soul Meets Body" Death Cab For Cuite
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Otherwise, it has been nothing but work, which sucks ass. I worked almost 40 hours at Starbucks this week. I got a huge ass paycheck though, which I haven't had a chance to spend.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
"Where You Get Love" Matthew Sweet
"The Bitterest Pill" The Jam"
"You're Dead" Alkaline Trio
"Thunder Island" Jay Fergusson (The gayest 70s song...EVER?)
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
"Up On Cripple Creek" The Band
"If I Can't Change Your Mind" Sugar
"Dracula's Wedding" Andre 3000
"Step Into My Office" Belle and Sebastian
Oh, and tomorrow I have an interview with my district manager about a promotion. I am told it is merely a formality, so soon I will be getting a raise. More CDs, more food.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Songs of the day:
"Tears Of A Clown" The English Beat
"See A Little Light" Bob Mould
"So Here We Are" Bloc Party
"Little Sister" Queens Of The Stone Age
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Quote of the game: "So, are all the other teams in your league fags too?" Jeff Hill
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Whats on it? The Cuts (for week ending 8/14/05):
"Raw Power"-Iggy and The Stooges
"First Day Of My Life"-Bright Eyes
"Fell On Black Days"-Soundgarden
I told you I was going old school, especially on the last two. Oh, and last night I had a dream that I was put into a jungle outpost to study nature. Then my dad yelled at my brother Aaron for buying some crappy album. He told him not to make the same mistakes that he did because he bought a Parliment album that sucked where "Bootsy was undoing George Clinton's bowtie" on the back cover.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Monday, August 01, 2005
I've been broke as a joke and as corrupt as a senator, so I have been listening to a lot of weird shit due to the fact that I can't buy CDs like usual. I have been bumping mad 70s AM Gold CDs, playing shit like "The Night Chicago Died," "Billy Don't Be A Hero," and "Fooled Around and Fell In Love." This got me thinking about the current state of radio.
Back in the 70s, KDWB played everything. I found a site that has their old playlists, and Black Sabbath would be followed by Sly and the Family Stone, which would be followed by Sammy Davis Jr. Now, its all shitty rap and pop metal. Where is the variety? Another thing is that most of the bands that got radio airplay back in the day were pre-fab studio bands. They would just have the same five dudes record songs under different names. Like "Beach Baby" was by First Class, and "Hitchin A Ride" was by Vanity Fare. But it was the same band. This shit could fly today, because MTV doesn't air videos and only older bands draw good numbers touring. I wonder why no one works that angle? Oh well, stations like JACK and XM will kill terrestrial radio as we know it in the next five years.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
The openers, The Shout Out Louds, were no slouches themselves. I kept thinking, as they ripped through their set, "Shit, these guys (and girl) are going to be fucking huge." They sounded even better live then on their excellent CD "Howl Howl Gaff Gaff." A Swedish Cars or Weezer would sum them up, but their lyrics were more emo than either band. The enterance was met with indifference, but the crowd booed the lead singer when he said it would be the end of their set. Even cooler was the fact that the band went into the crowd to watch the other bands and even played pool. Jeff Hill said that he saw the lead singer checking out some hottie while she was bent over. And we think we smelled the bassist by the merch booth, and he smelled pretty bad. Who can blame him, he was rocking out in a full suit.
The Secret Machines sounded like a primordial Pink Floyd. They were good, good enough to make me buy their EP, but eight minute long jams are not usually my bag at concerts. Still, their cover of Dylan's "Girl From The North Country" made me nearly cry, it was so beautiful. The drummer was amazing, and he looked like a stoned caveman. He never once looked up from his kit, he was so into beating the shit out.
(I listened to the EP today, and the songs play much better on disc than live. Still, not as much drum. Which isn't a good thing)
Monday, July 25, 2005
I bought five new CDs this weekend, and I am feeling them all. The best of the bunch is by this group called The Hold Steady. The lead singer was from Minneapolis, and he wrote a bunch of confessional songs about doing drugs in Osseo and how no one hangs out at City Center. It sounds kind of like a punk rock Bruce Springsteen. Also enjoying the Jamie Lidell, the Shout Out Louds and the Belle and Sebastian CD. I heard about all but the Belle and Sebastian from Jeff and Christian, so it looks like I have lost my title as the go to guy for new music. And I also feel the shit out of the new Gwen Stefani song "Cool." I love 80s sounding shit.
Oh, and I also got tickets to the Kings Of Leon concert on Thursday. It is going to be the shit, for sure. I bet the Kings kick ass so hard live, those coked-out ponces. I swear, confidence or extreme sadness make the best music. No in between. Either you are a suicidal nutjob like Nick Drake or Morrissey, or you swagger like you got the biggest cock like Mick and Keith or Liam and Noel. Guys who lead normal lives make albums like Ben Folds. Granted, I love Ben Folds more than most other stuff, but he doesn't make the most exciting music out there. His best songs were when he was sad and bored on "Whatever and Ever Amen." Also, the Stones have sucked since they kicked the drugs and whores. Complacency leads to shit.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Then Best Buy provided me with plentiful hot chicks. It doesn't matter where, the workers, the customers, whatever. There is hot ladies aplenty at the Maple Grove Best Buy. Every time I walk in I am greeted by a hot security guard. Its much better than the guy everyone called "Stoolio" at the Brooklyn Center because he was too lazy to stand up. One time he told Jeff Hill that "Everyone and they moms was buying Training Day." God, that Best Buy was lame. Oh well, it kicked the BC Circuit Citys ass. They had more CDs and they were cheaper, but it was like a ghost town up there.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
I have been bumping mad 70s tunes for the last few days. All the heavyweights. Billy, Elton, Sir Paul, Rod. They all get equal play. The best 70s song that I have uncovered recently is "Couldn't I Just Tell You?" by Todd Rundgren. God, this song is amazing. And to think, the bastard went on to write bullshit like "Bang on the Drum All Day." Truly a wasted talent.
Oh, and Bush is even more of a puppet whore than I previously thought. Now, he won't fire his daddy Karl Rove because he didn't officially commit a crime. What the hell is this? And John Kerry is a flip-flopper? Stick to your guns, Mr. Mission Accomplished. I fucking hate that shit eating son of a bitch more than anyone. Just turning over the fold on the Star Tribune today made me want to puke. I can't wait to see who he nominates to the Supreme Court tonight. Probably another religious right puppet, like himself. The only way I can hold back the tears is to tell myself, three more years. That, and bump some more "What A Fool Believes" or some T.Rex.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Fantastic Four is suprisingly good. I went into it pretty worried that it would suck like The Hulk, which I defended because I went to the midnight showing and paid $8. But the movie had a nice sense of humor, even though some parts were really slow.
I was bored the other day, and I came to the conclusion that Bo Jackson was my favorite athlete of all time, at his peak. Had he stuck to one sport, we would be talking about the greatest running back or greatest center fielder of all time. I went to a Twins game in 1990 and I actually wrote in my scorecard that Bo was a showboat. He was catching the ball behind his back and between his legs while warming up and I was in awe that someone could do that without any effort, and it kind of made me mad. Oh, and that Score card/poster with him in the shoulder pads/bat was the pimpest shit at back in the day.
Other random sports thoughts:
My favorite baseball player of all time is Ken Griffey Jr. I have loved Griffey since 1991, and sometimes my Mariners obsession got out of hand in the mid-1990s. It's still nice to see him hit one out, even with all the other injures. Easily the best player I have ever seen live, and I watched Puckett, Molitor and others for years. In 1997, I saw him hit one out at the Dome, with about 3,000 other people.
Favortie basketball player of all time: Jordan. Need I say more? I fucking loved everything that MJ did when I was a kid. I also was a huge Grant Hill fan, but I remember having Jordan posters on my wall when I was 6 0r 7. I watched every minute of every Finals game the Bulls ever played, and I can tell you where I was when he scored 35 in the first half against the Blazers in 1992 (my Aunt Jenny's house eating bar-b-que) and when he scored 63 against the Celtics in 1986 (the Holiday Inn in Brooklyn Center). The Babe Ruth of basketball. The 1993 Finals were tough to watch, as I loved the Suns with Sir Charles and the Bulls. I rooted for the Suns, but when Paxon hit that three, I didn't exactly cry.
Muhammad Ali is the most important athlete ever. Hands down. He held the title off and on from 1964 to 1978, which is forever in boxing. He also stood up for what he believed to the point that prison was an option. That takes some cojones, to give up your career because you "ain't got no quarrel with the Vietcong." He also was such a bad motherfucker there was a top 40 song about him being a black superman, and he felt the need to tell the announcers (after he won his first title) that he was a bad man and so pretty. He talked jive like a pimp, fought with his hands at his sides, and advanced black rights by being the best and loudest. Thats some cool shit.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
What was also weird was the fact that I actually had a conversation with my grandfather. My grandpa and I have some major differences both politically and religiously. He also likes to collect weaponry, something for which I really don't care about. So I would put our relationship at about a 2 or 3 on the 1-10 scale. Anyways, we talked mainly about my future, which was expected. But the surprise came when I told him about where I wanted to move after graduation. I said Chicago was on a short list, and he encouraged my idea. The man shoots down quite a bit of what I say, and to hear that was a nice change. Also, I realized that someone who worked for a multinational company for 25 years probably knows a thing or two about good places to live. I have probably been to 1% of where he has been (Communist Russia, all of Europe, Japan, etc.) . But he has only lived in North Minneapolis his entire life, within a 10 block radius pretty much, and is also very family oriented. It was just interesting to hear someone give me feedback on this idea. I do not want to live here my whole life. Granted, I have quite a bit of state pride, but I want to see what else is out there.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Man, I fucking hate golfers. I live off the 13 or 14th tee of Edinburgh, so every day from March to November I see dudes in khaki slacks and some sort of Lauren couture teeing off when I go to work. They expect me to stop so they can drive their little fucking carts instead of walking across a pretty busy parkway. I decided to get a little revenge. Every day that someone is golfing by my house and I pass, I lay on the horn. I mean, this isn't a love tap, it's a full on honk. Sometimes I yell "fuckers" really loud, also. That's what they get for being lazy and wearing khaki way too friggin tight for their fat asses. The best is when they dress like Payne Stewart, with the tam-o-shanter and the knickers. That makes them even look gayer.
Boone debut tonight for the Twinks. I don't know about them catching The Sux, but a wild card looks pretty good right about now. Then they can work those fags in the ALCS.
Songs of the day:
-"Billy Jack Bitch" Prince
-"Mercy Mercy Me" Marvin Gaye
-"Tears Of A Clown" Smokey Robinson and the Miracles
-That lame ass Antigone Rising song I hear every day at work that goes "She's not, She's not Innocent" (Cause I hear it all the time and it blows)
Also, Starbucks is selling a Sly Stone remix CD with Big Boi, Maroon 5, D'Angelo and a whole bunch of other decent artists on it. I may have to check it out, if it kicks ass like the Motown one.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Gonna try to play softball tonight, and get the Gamers an elusive win. So elusive.
Heres a few of the current listens
-World Leader Pretend-Punches (Fantastic. Sounds like Radiohead/REM. Thanks Quade)
-Morrissey- Your Arsenal
-Fountains of Wayne- Out Of State Plates
-Stephen Malkmus- Self Titled
-All American Rejects- Move Along (Yeah, I know its pop punk bullshit. I dont care)
-Sonic Youth-Daydream Nation
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
-Transvestite hooker forcing herself on me at gunpoint
-Anthony Anderson shooting said hooker five times (and her not dying)
-Christian, Jeff and myself going to the Glastonbury Festival
-Me watching Rilo Kiley and Jenny Lewis singing directly to me
-Me preforming with Ben Folds and William Shatner on a "40s duet"
-Christian losing my wallet forcing me to stay in England longer than anyone else
I think that there was more, but thats all I can remember. What the hell?
Monday, July 11, 2005
The Pixies made me cry. It was the most amazing show that I have ever seen, and the whole band looked so excited to be playing together again. The only downside was that some guy felt the need to start shit with me. I was jumping around, singing, and I guess I threw an elbow at his girlfriend (inadvertently). He bumped into me, and I said sorry. To which he replied, "Fuck you motherfucker. I paid for this seat. You made my girlfriend leave, motherfucker." Jeff gave him an "I want to kill you" look and he sat down for the rest of the show. Then, his girlfriend came back and HE yelled at HER. So, it worked out. Yet, the fucker ruined "Monkey Gone To Heaven" and "Where Is My Mind" for me.
Weezer delivered another odd show. Rivers Cuomo has the worst stage presence of any lead singer I have ever seen. He stands motionless and unenthused throughout the show. Except for when I saw them at Roy Willkins, where he was a cock rock god for one night. Nevertheless, the band still delivered. They played most of their new album, and it sounded fantastic. "We Are All On Drugs" had this really cool background that swirlled around. And they played a totally different version of "Buddy Holly" with a Moog. And Rivers even started to get into the show towards the end and thanked the audience profusely at the end. Too bad they didn't play more from Pinkerton. Probably the best concert I have ever attended.
At the end of the night, we heard Death Cab For Cutie play a few songs. We couldn't see them because there were 5,000 people in front of us, but "The Sound Of Settling" sounded damn good.
The second day we just went back to hang out and maybe watch Whitesnake. The lineup was really weak, with Alter Bridge, Issac Hayes and Cowboy Mouth being the free shows. So we just drank and walked around. The bus ride home was nuts. Milwaukee County buses have TVs in them, and they have these "Who am I?" guessing games to play. Cody sat in the back and was playing the game with the entire bus, and leading them in a chant of "Teddy Teddy" when Roosevelt came on. Great day. Earlier, we went to the dirtiest beach on Lake Michigan and ate Popeyes from the most ghetto Popeyes ever.
And we toured the Miller Brewery. It was really cool seeing how the beer gets shipped and packaged. And it was really cool drinking free beer samples. The Miller Cafe had the best burgers and the worst waitress ever, and a sign that said "The Only Bud We Serve Here is Selig." Gay.
Then we went up to Millas cabin, which was fun as all hell. We partied until seven in the morining, and Millas crazy neighbor took us for a random pontoon ride at 3:30 in the morning. Overall, one of the best weeks of my life, hands down.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Cody Stevens finally decided to call and tell us that all the campsites in the area are booked for the weekend. Nice timing, as we are going next Thursday. So I talked it over and booked the hotel today for two nights for only $150 total. Nice. Also, the trip will only take about five hours to get there. I am so pumped to see the Pixies and Weezer together. It will be like some crazy dream. And I am definently getting myself a Miller Lite T-Shirt at the brewery. Its gonna be sweet as all hell.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Pizza Luce Baked Potato pizza kicks more ass than any other Meatball/Dago food product (Lagsana, Manacotti, et al.) I have said this before, and I will shout it from the mountain top!
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Then today I went to the Jeff's sisters grad party. Jeffs sisters boyfriend referred to me as a pussy ass bitch because I didn't want another beer, then he said it was ok because I had to drive. Then he proceded to tell me that he wanted to get me drunk and take advantage of me. Funny stuff.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Yesterday was another softball ass whalloping. One game we lost 30-11. It was still fun, and I realized that we are the only team of misfits in the league. All the other teams are in multiple leagues, and we are out there having fun. Anyways, I am super pumped because I got a triple. Big slow me legged out an actual triple.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Friday, June 17, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
I did something on Saturday that I thought I would never do. I bought Kiss Greatest Hits. I hate Kiss and especially Gene Simmons, but "I Was Made For Loving You," "Shout It Out Loud" and "Calling Doctor Love." I feel really really dirty for buying it, but I have purchased worse in the past. The "Kiss Me" single? Or ABBA Gold?
Mr and Mrs Smith was a good film, but the ghettoness that is Regal Cinnema really pissed me off. I went on Saturday afternoon and there were still single moms with their obnoxious kids running around. Then some woman answered her cell twice during the movie, talking for two minutes straight both times. She was like "Where you parked, no, I'm at a show." Who turns on their phone in a movie? Oh yeah, the trash that goes to Regal.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Good game Quade and Jeff, by the way. I have never been so wiped out from a game of 2 on 2 ever. At least this time we took you to seven games. The overall series stands at like 56-22 or something like that I bet.
The last one is kind of funny, seeing as how Ahnuld is an Austrian. Anyways, the list is fucking retarted. Dubbya and Lance Armstrong made the top 25. What a crock of shit.
I propose that Dave Thomas get on there for popularizing the dollar menu at fast food establishments, and also that George Lucas also make the list, for obvious reasons that I should never have to state.
I start doing Sunday nights at Lifetime Fitness this week. Quade needed a guy to close and I needed a free membership, so what the hell? Should be good times, and I could always use the extra cash. God knows making drinks for the high school girlies isn't making the bills. Heee, I want a carmel cooler. Well, then go to Caribou. At least that would be my response if I were an asshole.
Oh, and the Bloodhound Gang haven't released an album since 1999. How hard is it to come up with 45 minutes worth of gay bashing and shit jokes?
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Had a boring week, pretty much. Well, I did find an ORIGINAL Han Solo in Hoth Gear action figure at work yesterday. What the hell? I am sure that there is some sad little kid out there without his Han, yet there is a much happier manchild here with Han looking over him at night from his headboard.
The umps tonight really killed us. I love the Twins-Yankees series more than any other, but the umps really didn't want that losing streak to reach 7. We will see who makes the postseason.
Some douche bags at the Dome were celebrating a bachelor party by yelling "steroids" at Giambi and asking some fag tree about the best "titty bar" in the Twin Cities. Said fag tree replied with "the Vu" where he had, and I quote, "um, uh never be--been there once." According to Mr. Tree, you can also drop "like twenty bucks there." Then the douche bag with no sleeves who was getting married talked about how much better Milwaukee was than here because they draw fewer people and they don't have ads for "Verizon, Dairy Queen and Hormel" at Miller Park. Then he talked about fighting Cubs fans. Why would you come here to celebrate when Chicago is closer and bigger? Stay the fuck home next time. I was so tempted to talk about how the Brewers have had one winning season in 20 years, but I thought I would let him have his glory. Best of all, some girl was eating it up. I thought to myself, "If I ever go gay, this will be the point that I mark as the time I lost all faith in women."
Friday, June 03, 2005
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
With the existance of the Durst porn, one wonders if there is any other ugly celeb porn that I can laugh at out there. Maybe Fat Joe and Missy bangin on a yacht in Saint Tropez? I would kill to see that. Or Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley? I bet that one is out there. About as likely as a tape with me and Kate Beckinsdale existing.
Do yourself a favor and go out and buy the new Oasis. And while you are at it, buy their first three albums because they all kick ass. The first two are two of the best discs of the 1990's. "Live Forever". "Don't Look Back In Anger". "Wonderwall". "Supersonic" and the mighty "Champange Supernova" are all classics.
Wilco is the most underrated band ever. Their last three albums have all been nearly flawless. Where is the radio airplay? I remember sleeping over at my friends house back in 8th grade and hearing "Outtasite (Outta Mind)" on the EDGE and nearly crying because it was so good. I love that feeling. Then I felt it again with "I Can't Stand It" on ZONE 105 in high school. Wilco moves me. What else is there to say?
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Oh, and I fucking hate My Chemical Romance. Not the music (which is nothing more than emo-Queen). I hate the fucking image. The whole Nightmare Before Christmas meets Kabuki bullshit just screams gimmick. Where are the fucking artists who don't give a fuck? You know that DLR was nuts and that shone through. DLR didn't need facepaint. All that motherfucker needed was a cocaine carrying midget and a pint of Jack for a good show.
I'm jonesin for more Episode III. I haven't seen it for like a week, and I need it again. I NEED IT! And I think that Mr and Mrs Smith doesn't look all that bad. I thought that the whole Angelina/Brad thing might piss me off, but damn. I didn't used to think she looked fantastic like in this movie. Holy fuck. Vince Vaughn is the truth. And one more shout out to Brad Pitt. Shit, I would like to trade in the Bentley for a Rolls too man. How long can he keep doing that?
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Then Jeff called. I challenged his already drunk ass to Tecmo Bowl and he somehow shows up after some shit talking. And the sonofabitch beats me (only 17-13, but still he was really drunk). I redeemed myself with a fantastic victory at Ken Griffey Jr baseball over Quade. Then Jeff downloaded every Easy E song ever and then ate something he called "Bob Villas Motel 8 Pizza." At some point the documentary "Dogtown and Z-Boys" got thrown in and we talked about how much ass the skaters got. Strange strange evening.
To a certain Mr. Johnson: I am the prince of OG Tecmo Bowl Jeff is the king. The NES version is way better because you cannot use Jerry Ball, the 1992 Detroit Lions or the dive play.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
The new Common album is really good. I mean, I was skeptical because I didn't go head over heels for Electric Circus. I mean, I liked Electric Circus (The New Age with the chick from Stereolab and Come Close are the shit) but I loved Like Water For Chocolate. I would work out to that album and get really pumped when The 6th Sense would come on. The Light is one of my favorite singles EVER so I had really high expectations for Electric Circus that were not met.
Its sad though that Be probably won't get much airplay or sell well, even though Kanye is on it. The Food could be a huge hit (even if it is "live"). I think that it is a matter of marketing. Hell, anything Kanye touches turns to gold. We sell the John Legend CD at Starbucks, and housewives come in and buy that shit. If the Common CD was marketed better, then I think that he could be the next big thing. But we all know that good shit doesn't mean sales. Look at Kings Of Leon for that. Or the fact that Plastic Ono Band by Lennon is only certified gold. That shit should be taught in schools it's so powerful.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Monday, May 23, 2005
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
I think that, seeing as how much ass Episode III kicked, Lucas should do a Star Wars Episode III.5. The plot could follow Vaders rise to power, how he became more evil. Then it could show the formation of the Rebel Alliance and how Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan communicated. And finally, how Han Solo and Chewbacca became the best smugglers in the galaxy. There is probably one of those Star Wars books written on this, but I don't think that Lucas penned it. I want more. I have had these films since I was five years old, and I don't want them to end anytime soon. Granted, I have the videogames and the new TV series that are being developed, but I need my story filled in.
Oh, and two fag trees decided to get up and have a light saber duel before the movie. Quade asked them if they were virgins, and one replied, "You are mean, I am just a padawan." Short answer: Yup, and no sex anytime soon.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
I think the dream has something to do with the fact that I read an article about Jon "Duckie" Cryer where it brought up his 1987 classic "Hiding Out". The theme song was the shit, "Catch me I'm fallin/Fallin Fallin Fallin/Fallin In LOVE!!"
I bought the new System Of A Down today, and I felt it. That group is probably the only metal group around today that doesn't suck. I also watched Jedi and Episode I. T-Minus 28 hours till I am complete.
I was supposed to find random love in a strange place today, according to my horroscope (yes, I do read them. Reason #779 to give up my manhood). I guess seeing random love counts, as I have been in a bit of a dry spell these days. Akward teenage love in a Honda Accord counts as at least second base on my book.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Then I whined about how I was jealous of Quade and his lady going to Target and the Olive Garden because thats what couples do and I don't have that right now. I hated it when I was a couple, but now I would love to do something like that.
Summerfest is gonna be the shit, I reckon. I am so there, and then I realized that Milwaukee is the only city that has had three socialist mayors. Hopefully I can get my red rope licorice despenser up and working in the Myrth Mobile before the trip. Maybe Hall and Oates can play "Feed My Frankenstein"
Monday, May 09, 2005
I found out that Caribou is owned by a bank in Baharain. I guess that the company wants to keep that hush hush because it clashes with their folksy north woods image. I know that I am biased, and some may call Starbucks a heartless whore of a company, but at least they are a public owned company.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
The Nic Armstrong and the Thieves album "The Greatest White Liar" is the shit. Scuzzy 60s garage pop in the Nuggets vein. Fucking classic. I have been spinning it nonstop for the last two days straight.
Oh, and Limp Bizkit released another album. Get this, a concept album about terrorism and child molestation. Can't wait to hear Fred Durst talk about issues. And, no single either. TANK!
I think that we are all in agreeance that this one is gonna suck.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
The new Ben Folds is a little melancholy for me on the first listen, especially after the three EPs were all pretty upbeat. And I adore "Rockin The Suburbs." That album gave me bad memories for the longest time. It came out during a weird time in my life, when I really had a crush on Jody but she didn't see it because of Ted. That bastard Ted loved that album, so I couldn't get into it. After Jody and I had dated for about a year, I could actually take it out and listen to it. The music on the new one is good, though. I guess I am more used to his smart ass side more than his reflective side. I have a feeling that this CD will be one of those ones that grows on me over time.
Today, I heard and saw these two idiot trucker hat shaggy hair cutted fucks sitting in the bathroom in Coffman talking about how they presented in front of their Bio class-drunk. They laughed about it and said, hheh, we are 19, water is good, so good. In that order. I have partied quite a bit and have gone to school hungover, but never drunk. And I wouldn't find it cool if I did. Excpet at North Hennepin. That school would be enhanced by a Captain Coke.
Friday, April 22, 2005
MIX 104 is dead. Boo fucking hoo. They played the same ten songs over and over. I hate "Wild Thing" by Tone Loc and so should everyone else. Jack 104 sounds really promising. I heard (in a row) "The Glamorous Life" by Sheila E, "Show Me The Way" by Peter Frampton, and "Friday I'm In Love" by The Cure. The last one made me roll down the windows, turn the volume up to 40 and sing at the top of my lungs. Who would have thought that a song by the gloomy Cure could be so life-affirming? I felt the fresh cool Spring air on my face and reminisced.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Why is it that the Inferno is way better than the new Real Worlds? It probably is because of the Miz, but I am not sure. I liked Johnny Mosely better than Dave Mirra, though. Mosely was always high as fuck. Brah, who's gonna get the Satrun, brah? He was good on SNL too, that Co-Brah Commander skit killed.
Monday, April 18, 2005
I love twilight. It truly is the bewitching hour, as everything is bathed in such a glow that you cannot see bad, only the perfect in everything. I love everything about this time. It harkens back to days of hanging out under streetlights waiting for dark to play Ghost In The Graveyard or Flashlight Tag. And the smell is unbelievable. That fresh, cool air brings about buried memories. Most good, except for the time that Marc Yonkovic was paid by Jeremy Tovsen and Brian Starkovich to pee on me and then I went home, showered and watched Studs. Anyways, tonight at twilight staring across the Mississippi into downtown, I was at total peace with myself.
Big thanks to Quade for indirectly introducing me to The Decemberists. The best way to describe them is Death Cab for Homosexual Shins. One of the best CDs of 2005 so far. Nothing tops the mighty Kings of Leon, though.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Another funny site gag was a monument in Tienamen Square that said "On This Site in 1989, Nothing Happened."
Saturday, April 16, 2005
My dad was listening to my I Pod today and he had a funny brain block. He referred to "Norweigan Wood" by the Beatles as "Danish Wood." I guess that any old Scandanavian country will do for a song about John's infidelity.
Thanks to Jeff (for the whole CD) and Christian (for the single "Fall In Love") for turning me on to the Slum Village album "Fantastic Volume 2." This is one hell of a chill out album. All Music Guide says that the album is mysoginistic, but they also praise Eminem and 50 Cent, and those two are fucking worthless pricks when it comes to women. I love that site for the reviews usually, but how come you give this album 4 stars and yet rip it to shreds?
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
It's sad that there were so many poseurs there, because the Shins really can play some fantastic pop songs. The band ripped through most of their first two albums and the bassist/keyboardist started rapping "Hypmotize" when there was a break in the action, calling it come side project shit that he wasn't ready to drop yet. They also turned "Kissing The Lipless" into a faster, upbeat rock song instead of the plaintive ballad that it is on "Chutes Too Narrow." The little girls understood though. The concert was a straight up Beatles moment, with the girls screaming constantly. I read that the Shins can party like Motley Crue, and after seeing the way that they commanded the audience, I wouldn't doubt it.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
From NY Daily News Tales of excess at 'Access' Pat O'Brien
It keeps getting messier for "The Insider" host Pat O'Brien. The celeb chronicler checked into rehab Sunday, just as an embarrassing string of dirty voice-mail messages, which expressed a taste for hookers, cocaine and adventurous (if possibly unhygienic) sex, became public. His reps do not deny that O'Brien made the calls.
Now sources say O'Brien was reprimanded several times for sexual harassment during his time as co-host of rival show "Access Hollywood." A witness says O'Brien actually licked co-host Nancy O'Dell's face at an "Access Hollywood" Christmas party. At the same event, he was seen groping reporter Shaun Robinson's behind.
A gay male producer told our source O'Brien once said to him, "I have a gift for you." When asked what, O'Brien allegedly answered, "Bend over." On another occasion, he allegedly stretched out on the producer's sofa and asked, "What would you do if I masturbated in front of you?"
He also allegedly offended two African-American employees when he walked into a makeup room and greeted them with, "What's up, my n——s!" Could it be O'Brien feels that he's down with the bruthas because he once appeared in a P. Diddy video? O'Brien's lawyer, Abel Lezcano, said: "As far as being able to verify or deny this stuff, I can't do it." "NBC does not comment on personnel issues regarding our current or former employees," said a spokeswoman for NBC Universal, which produces "Access Hollywood." "NBC has a strong policy against harassment in the workplace, and takes corrective action when appropriate." A rep for "The Insider" declined comment.