Dawes.

I've been gone for a while. Mostly because I'm lazy. But the other part of the mostly is because I've been working a job that allows very little time to enjoy the finer things in life. Like, ya know, looking at stuff online and posting pictures and writing about what you think about what you think about those pictures. Tonight the post is special. I've been out of town for 2 1/2 weeks. I went to Texas to visit my family. I went to LA to visit my friends. And when I returned to New York, I was reminded why this is the place for me. Tonight I was informed about one of my new favorite bands, Dawes. There's something southern about them. There's southing west coast about them. Their harmonies take you out of where you are. For instance, currently they have been taking me to home. A place where warmth and summertime and windows rolled down and the hot sun are shining down through my windows. It's the perfect blend of blues, soul, country and harmonious wonderment. The drummer is the 19 year old brother of the lead singer. He's the star of the band. He plays the drums with his tongue hanging out like he's a ADD menetally challenged person who just discovered his arms. Here is a pic from an apartment show they did in Brooklyn tonight. We were sitting the front. It sounded great and awesome. Graweosome. The band's called Dawes. It would be in your best interest to check them out.

Me Gusta La Vespa

This commercial could be real. Maybe it's one of those new advertisements that does weird and old timey things to keep it ironic and cool for younger generations? Then again, maybe it's fake. But who cares! These ladies had one hell of a fun day with the wind, or fan, in their hair and got to do a really cool dance. Especially the hip shimmy at 1:41. So all in all, everyone's a winner. OLE!

White Rabbits

This morning, somewhere between my usual two scoops of daily fun - The View and the Gilmore Girls - I started thinking about one of my favorite bands NYC, White Rabbits.  That's weird I guess.  Regardless of the strange timing and sequence of thoughts, I went hunting for a taste of their new release "It's Frightening" out in May, on their website and found some amazing photos of the band throughout their recording and touring process.  Did you know that Britt Daniel from Spoon produced this album because of an accidental text message? No? Neither did I! Read this Paste article for more nuggets from the band.

Bottom line? The photos by Andrew Droz Palermo are AMAZING.  Below are a few morsels of joy for your eye balls and here's the website for more.

The Dead Weather

The best frontman I've ever seen live in concert is Jack White. By miles. I saw him twice last year: once at Terminal 5 with the Raconteurs and then a few months later at Bonnaroo. I was there working when my trusty camera man and I finagled our way backstage with our photo passes. While all other riffraff production people were given the swift boot from the area, we somehow managed to look legit enough to not only stand on stage being Jack White and company, but we followed them from their dressing room onto the stage capturing the electrifying moment of when the crowd first caught a glimpse of the milky white messiah of rock and roll. So that's why I am excited about his new project: The Dead Weather.



It's Jack and Allson from the kills. Me likes what me hears! (That's my leprechaun in honor of St. Patrick's Day today......but when I think about it, it seems much more like something a pirate would say.)

Check out them out here.

Objects of my affection

Clear Eyes, Full hearts

I watch tv from time to time. Do you? If that's a no then, well then maybe you should take a serious look at your life. So here's there thing: The best show on television is Friday Night Lights. If you're not watching it, I think you're a fool. A nice fool though, because you are here, reading this. It's on on Friday night. Isn't that so crazy?! The thing is, by Friday, you come home from work and you're focused on the weekend, thinking about tomorrow, what to eat for dinner, or how come you don't have a million dollars and a puppy. Those last ones may be just me. The point is, when you are done pondering your next move for the weekend you've been anxiously awaiting for 5 torturous days, you usually plot down on the couch to surf for some mindless entertainment. Then you remember. You remember that there, on your DVR, waiting for you is one hour of flawless programming. For those of you that watch the show, you know what I'm saying. If you don't, start. Suckers.

Can I be this guy's friend or something?

Commercials are silly. I usually don't watch them as I am the most accurate DVR fast forwarder ever. But there are rare occasions where I have had to sit through ads on the television box which makes me feel old and handicapped. Just when I'm wallowing in the torture, something like this comes into my living room.



A performance of such perfection as Trent's, the map guy, cannot go unnoticed. It should be rewarded....with blog posts...by someone who's opinion doesn't matter. So Trent, in honor of the best delivery of one word ever in a commercial, I applaud you.