OMAR SOLEYMAN (REPOST)

Charlie already tossed this on his blog but I have to spread it. Blinding music plus his entourage is the shit. The guy in the leather jacket behind him thats whispering security junkets to him makes James Brown's cape chauffeur look like a fuckin' midwife. Also, everyone dances like conjoined quintuplets. Intense.

Tossed salad and scrambled eggs!

I don't really have anything else that interesting going on, so here is an interview from a recent episode of Static TV in New Orleans of Panther. Also, Thank you Seattle for an amazing show last night. You have restored my faith in your city. And Frazier.


Panther Interview from Static on Vimeo.

a-free-na rock

My friend Rynne called me the other day to tell me I was on the guest list for the upcoming Tool concert at the Memorial Coliseum. She has been dating the drummer Danny Carrey for a while and last time I was in LA she flaked out so whatever, I acted like I knew about it and thought it might be fun.
I realized when my friend and I got there that I had never been to a bonefied "rock concert" in my life. Only about a half a billion punk shows and many many large (but now in retrospect, small) mid-stream indie shows.
It was weird. Parking was $10, beer was $8 and it was one of the more uptight atmospheres I had experienced i a while. We couldn't get backstage until after the show so my Friend Kelsey and I had to decide if we wanted to stick around the whole time for the possibility of free booze. We did. Security guards we assholes, strange, talkative douchebags and hippies kept taking our seats every time we got up, and it smelled like shitty pot everywhere. But there were lazers and we eventually got shuffled into some strange backstage area where there was, in fact, free booze and a lot of slightly puffier old friends.