Satanosphere

The best part of the 2008 Veep debate happened 22 minutes before the debate actually started. This was it.

Or, how a Palin Administration will look like in 2016:

By now I’m sure you want the whole Sonseed album, which you can obtain here.

A comedian once used to make jokes that drugs were getting so designer that in the future we’d be smoking the ashes of celebrities. We have apparently reached that future. An award winning German artist named Natascha Stellmach has somehow acquired some of Kurt Cobain’s ashes and plans to smoke them in a joint as part of an art project called “Set Me Free”. And apparently she’s serious.

These are likely the same ashes that were stolen from Courtney Love’s home earlier this summer, and the artist isn’t saying how she acquired them, just that it was “magical”. So Maybe there are elves involved.

No reaction from Love yet, but she might not have heard about this yet. We’ll try to get a quote from her and get her opinion on the matter.

Feel it, love it, sing it, boo it.

For those who haven’t seen this yet, if there are any out there. I had been waiting for this day since I first laid eyes on Sarah Palin’s stupid, yet somewhat VPILF-ish, face. Ah, Tina Fey, how I love thee…..

Friends, I’ve rapped with many famous people. I’ve experienced Noel Gallagher’s well-meant profanity first hand, I’ve pored through a nice cheap 12-pack with John Doe, I’ve teased Adam West about some recordings he made in the ’60s, and I’ve seen Erik Estrada ogle over my halter-topped female friend. That’ll polish your badge, won’t it Ponch?

Many unexpected things have happened in these encounters, but of all of the journalistic assignments I’ve handled, none turned out to be quite so eye-opening to me as my email interview with DawnOwar, the most notorious fan of heavy metal band Manowar in the known world, for the SOS-friendly metal blog Clods Of Sodom. A really fantastic, funny, and sharp person, Dawn is exactly what we passive/aggressive Northwesterner music fans need to emulate.

And there will not be a dry eye in the house after the passage about the fudge. That anecdote alone may be the high watermark of my entire frickin’ career. (And P.S.: Look for the question that directly references the old Satanosphere’s greatest prank ever…)

DEATH TO FALSE METAL!

Five bucks, people.  In the hometown of the real shit northwest grunge scene, where shit is realer than ever, you can come out and support a devilishly cute and talented porn performer who is having her livelihood stolen from her by some shithead poseur “alterna blogger.”

A benefit concert is being thrown for me to help me pay for my lawyer and other court expenses. I’m being sued by the author Violet Blue for trademark infringement and other things like unfair business practices (I guess I’m not allowed to host shows in San Fran because its “her” hometown) LAME!!! I used the same name for 8 years then *poof*, she trademarks the name and sues me! My name is now Noname Jane.

Lineup: Black Top Demon, Highlight Bomb, Circle Drive, Militias Mischief, and Powerbomb The Wolf. At The Building in Hoquiam, WA, Friday, 9/26/08, doors at 6PM. GO!

allmusic The Eames Era > Biography
Like an Oreo cookie turned inside out, the Eames Era play indie pop that’s sweet and fluffy on the outside, thanks to their irresistible melodic hooks and the tasty meringue-like vocals of Ashlin Phillips. But the guitars of Ted Joyner and Grant Widmer, as well as the rhythm section of bassist Brian Waits and drummer Greg Gauthreaux, give the band’s sound a crunchy body and soul that confirms they aren’t just another bunch of twee-poppers obsessed with all things cute.

Find these guys’s records and eat them up. You won’t be sorry, in kind of a 1995 sparkling, summery, sensual and plaintive, Velocity Girl kind of way.

I had this ooky feeling when Guitar Hero became popular. Oh, sure, it’s a cuddle and a half. It does for manual dexterity what stress balls do for palms. And I myself have even felt the constitutional rush of pride over proving to my co-workers that I can, indeed, synchronize my fingers to press specific colored buttons in time to Cheap Trick’s “Surrender.” It took a load off. Then I retired.

But gently the terror infested in the back of my subgenius brain: Guitar Hero would, one day, legitimize the act of performing air guitar. I didn’t know when, I didn’t know how, but I knew it would. And today it did, thanks to Blake Peebles, a 16-year-old from North Raleigh, NC, who is dropping out of high school to play Guitar Hero professionally:

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After not really getting it for awhile, I’ve been warming up over the last few months to Gnarls Barkley’s last album The Odd Couple. In this video for the album’s haunting “Who’s Gonna Save My Soul,” it’s more than apparent they’ve put their entire heart into the material.

May be NSFW.