Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Holy crap: Taylor Swift beat George Strait.

Not that I'm agreeing, but she sure is cute (and tall!).



Maybe she won because in our complicated world, where so many empty and useless words are said, we yearn to listen to someone singing--plainly and frankly--what we don't have the guts to say.

Hallway romances, heartbreak, and true love--it's what we live for.

Thanks Taylor.

In yo' face Kanye.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Hipsteria: The Mohawk



But here is where Too Short left with female co-eds and tequila bottle in hand. Here is where Michael Stipe (REM) supposedly puked his guts out.


“[Stipe] needed to go to the bathroom,” Moody said. “He was on the roof deck and it was jam packed with people so I asked an employee, an ex-Marine, to help Stipe. Not knowing that Stipe is a frail, nervous guy—grabs him and says ‘Come with me dude.’ He puts [him] in a headlock and starts yelling: ‘He’s gonna puke! He’s gonna puke!’ The crowd cleared out and Stipe got to the bathroom. For the longest time, the rumor was that Michael Stipe puked in the Green Room at the Mohawk.”

Jump to the Deli Magazine Austin for the full scoop.






(It's not my best work but I'm going to pull the over-worked teacher card now and I'm sure it won't be my last).