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Paul McCartney
Raljon FedEx Field
August 1st

Saturday’s show marked the second time we’ve seen Maccccaaaa in a span of two weeks, and although munch wasn’t different from the first show, besides the inclusion of ‘Michelle’ for Mrs Obama [watch], better seats, being more soberer with the parents in tow, and a gut-busting tailgate including, but not limited to, sweet BoBerry and Cinnamon biscuits from Bojangles, we haths to say that it kicked more glass than Phillip AND Ira. any chance that the real king of pop’s coming to your town (we’re looking at you Bostonians, Hotlantians, Tuslainanians, and losers in the Big D), you should without question (or answer) get tickets, cause when else are you gonna get to Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na sing along to ‘Hey Jude’ with its holy creator? no, seriously, when? the dude aint gonna live til he’s 164, although it would be pretty sweet if he did, so don’t pass up a chance to see him, and we won’t the next time he (hopefully) returns to NY… hispecially since we still want to hear him rock ‘Can’t Buy Me Love’, ‘For No One’, ‘Good Day Sunshine’, ‘Hello, Goodbye’, ‘I’ll Follow the Sun’, ‘I Will’, ‘I’ve Just Seen a Face’, ‘Magical Mystery Tour’, ‘Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da’, ‘Penny Lane’, ‘She’s Leaving Home’, ‘The Fool on the Hill’, ‘We Can Work It Out’, ‘When I’m Sixty-Four’, ‘Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?’, ‘Your Mother Should Know’ and every other song your mother should know

hear’s what the WashingtonPostal had to say abouts the show

up next, Ringo?

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Paul & Other Things That Aren’t Dead (OK, We’ll Admit That The Crabs Were Dead, So SHUT IT!!) That Totally Rawk The Cash Bar

Paul McCartney
Citi Field Shea II
July 17th

Our first trip out to the Mets’ new digs probably should have included Apu’s favorite squadron playing baseball there, but watching Sir Paul McCartney christen the joint, like him and some other 3 mop tops did at the Mets’ former home (now a parking lot), playing 12 barely audible songs to a throng of screaming girls (and men too), was still a rousing and mos rawking introduction. Sure, we’d rather see John Lennon play ‘I Am The Walrus’ live, but we don’t live in a world where dead people play music live. And if John were alive today, he’s probably be making an ass of himself and his legacy, rapping with Snopp Dogg and appearing at MTV music awards with Fall Out Boy (whomever they are). Anywho, Macca’s the living legacy of the Beatles (sorry Ringo), and he’s carried that weight a long time, but he effin and geeing carries it well. The familiar favorites were a treat to finally hear played live (even more so then when we caught his brief gig atop the Ed Sullivan marquee last week). We lost our shit a bunch of times (the drugs, alcohol and Shake Shack burgers certainly helped), reaching it’s shittinglyiest lostness zenith when Charles Manson came out and he belted out ‘Helter Skelter’. Even his solo dizzles, which are classics in their own write (a certain Bond theme song + the one with the jailor man and Sailor Sam), dazzled in the rainy night. The 30+ song setlist (with a few unknown yawns included early on in the 2.5+ houred gig) speaks for itself, and if it doesn’t speak to you then you obviously are more of a Stones fan than a Beatles fan, in which case, you don’t know anything about nuttin

‘Drive My Car’
‘Jet’
‘Only Mama Knows’
‘Flaming Pie’
‘Got To Get You Into My Life’
‘Let Me Roll It’
‘Highway’
‘The Long and Winding Road’
‘My Love’
‘Blackbird’
‘Here Today’
‘Dance Tonight’
‘Calico Skies’
‘Mrs. Vanderbilt’
‘Eleanor Rigby’
‘Sing the Changes ‘
‘Band on the Run’
‘Back in the U.S.S.R.’
‘I’m Down’
‘Something’
‘I’ve Got a Feeling’
‘Paperback Writer’
‘A Day in the Life’/’Give Peace a Chance’
‘Let It Be’
‘Live and Let Die’
‘Hey Jude’

FIRST ENCORE
‘Day Tripper’
‘Lady Madonna’
‘I Saw Her Standing There (with Billy Joel)

SECOND ENCORE
‘Yesterday’
‘Helter Skelter’
‘Get Back’
‘Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise)’/’The End’

The love we took from Paul will never equal to the love he makes… whatever that means. be sure to catch him and his band on the run for maximum fun

mad pics over at BVeggie

Klauder Crab Feast XVII
July 18th

no summer would be complete without Klauder’s annual crab fest and this summer was like last summer and thus was no eggception. we had crabs and it had nothing to do with crusty penises and vaginas. we had Iron City Beer and we loved it. we later were so filled with crab juice and crab lungs and crab guts that we played topless beer pong. sadly none of the girls played. CRABS!!! it’s a Maryland thing, you wouldn’t understand, herspecially if yer from Virginia, cause Virigina’s not for lovers, but for losers. seriously it is, check VA’s state constitution for proof

July19th

(500) Days of Summer
Fair Weather Girlfriend
Trailers & Mo | Official Website

Finally a hyped up Fox Searchlight film that hactually lives up to its billing!! No quirkyness for the sake of being quirky here! OK, there are quirks to be had in (500) Days of Summer (split screens! b&w French New Wave homages! dancing in the streets with cartoon birds!, all dough the bus filled with Deschanels somehow didn’t make the cut), but they enhance the experience, not take away from it. What also sets Days days apart from all the other crap out there, especially any film involving Sandra Bullock, romance or both, is that the characters are real actual human beings, having real actual life emotions and really trying to deal with them! No sugar coating to be found here in Marc Webb‘s feature length directorial debut, with a clever, but not thaaaaaat clever script by Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber. We know right from the start, cause the narrator tells us at the start that Tom (Joseph Gordo
n-Levitt
, who’s starting to look like his 10 Things I Hate About Jews co-star Ledger, and acting up to his level as well) and Summer (Zooey Deschanel, with eyes that every hipster has JOed to)’s relationship is doomed to fail, and yet as we watch the 500 up and down days play out in non-sequential order, we hope and hope and hope that the narrator made a mistake. Every guy’s been in JG-L’s shoes and every girl has at one point raised the roof aloof like the cream dream Zooey does here. The same would be true if the roles were reversed, but who really wants to watch another movie where the girl gets dumped upon? While everything feels so real (fo’reals!), the flick unspools a bit too quickly, and never reaches the profoundness we thought it was going to deliver. It’s telling when the final scene from The Graduate is shown and holds more meaning to the audience than any of the great stuff seen in the movie we’re hactually watching. Tom & Summer aint no Ben & Elaine, but then again, who are? At least they don’t drive a yellow VW van or use hamburger phones for the sake of doing so like fake movie people do

Making Up For Lost Thyme: she’s barely in the movie, and we wished she barely wore clothes, but the real travesty is that TWS is purty much been Minka Kellyless (sorry, we haven’t watched a single ep of FNL). we promise not to make this mistake ever again

Verdictgo: Jeepers Mos Def Worth A Peepers

Summer is currently shinning is select cities across America

and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…

but wait, there’s mo!!

 

Less Than Zero
by Bret Easton Ellis

we forgot that reading books isn’t as hard as it sounds (that’s what she said), so we made the effort to read our third Ellis novel after the INandUMcredible American Psycho and the passable Informers (both made into lousy films). problem is is is is we saw the even less than zero Less Than Zero movie ages ago (watch the lame trailer here), which starred 2/3rds of the men from Pretty In Pink AND Mannequin + Jami Gertz (who oddly enuff was on last night’s Entourage) and a very very very very wild Robert Downey Jr, so we couldn’t help but picture those actors as the characters the entire time we read the book, which was really confusing since the movie barely resembles the book’s characters and plotting, but it’s probably impossible to make a movie out of that book which is basically 190 pages of coke and cock snorting, indifference, and even more coke and cock snorting, with about 17 pages of creepy weird shiz, like a snuff video and the raping of a 12 year old girl. anywho, it’s a book, it was semi-entertaining, we finished it, and now another 6 months will pass before we read another. that’s not hactually true, as August is our beach month and we plan to read more novels that may or may not include coke and cock snorting, although we’re more into non-fiction, and would love some coke and cock snorting non-fiction recommendations peas!

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Hyde & Seek

it was the best of times, it was the breast of times. OK, so there weren’t a lot of breasts to be had and fondled on our most recent trip to the ye Olde Country (didn’t happen on the last one 4 years ago neither), but that didn’t stop us from partying like a cockstar and a rockstar and a rollstar, and fulfilling our wildest wet dreams of visiting some of Kubrick’s choice Clockwork locales, and the whole reason why this trip slap-happened in the first place…

Blur
Hyde Park
July 2nd


dat’s right folks. Damon, Alex, Dave and Graham, back together again, like they always should be (all dough we didn’t so mind the Gorillaz and the Good, The Bad & The Queen side projects in the interim), belting out all klissasics in the very park that inspired the song (and album) Parklife


‘She’s So High’
‘Girls & Boys’
‘Tracy Jacks’
‘There’s No Other Way’
‘Jubilee’
‘Badhead’
‘Beetlebum’
‘Out Of Time’
‘Trimm Trabb’
‘Coffee & TV’
‘Tender’
‘Country House’
‘Oily Water’
‘Chemical World’
‘Sunday Sunday’
‘Parklife’ (with Phil Daniels!!)
‘End Of A Century’
‘To The End’
‘This Is A Low’
‘Popscene’
‘Advert’
‘Song 2’
‘Death Of A Party’
‘For Tomorrow’
‘The Universal’

all we can say to that set list to end all set lists is WOW (all dough we had our own set list in mind… see the comment at 16:44… that’s 4:44pm to us and yous, when the concert was first announced back in December), cause we really can’t remember that much else since we were more wasted than an American education, but that matters little cause we danced, like on a wave of emotion, romanced. if yer looking for a more concise wrap up from an American’s point of view, peep the Snob’s review from the show on the 3rd


if only we didn’t drink so much GAYmers pear cider cause maybe our memory wouldn’ta been in such a hazy shade of summer, but irregardless, we’d never take back the 100+ high-fives we give the blokes and the birds and the bees and the bidness


no one had any idea what our shirt meant since they don’t have Mountain Dew over there (or air conditioning or Kleenex or napkins or proper beef or Hispanic people and their fine food). odd looks were probably also had for the dudes sporting the Seahawks, NY football Giants and Phoenix Suns tees + the 2 Mets and the (current ugly) Blue Jays hats

and now for some random pics from the rest of our short and not so strange trip…


sadly no pigs or other animals were harmed in the taking of this curvy pic


people think American food sucks, well try getting a good pizza anywhere outside of the US (or Italy) and then talk to us. OK, so we’ll admit that we did eat Dominos whilst there, but we didn’t trust the English pizzerias for one second. apparently the big style over there is ‘American Hot’, cause you know how all of us crazy folks over here love the combo of hot peppers & ‘roni. hactually, maybe we should cause the Dominos version was quite tasty, but sadly their idea of an XL pizza is our equivalent of a kid’s meal


our English mate was mad pissed at us when we told him that these crumpets are what we refer to as English Muffins, which obviously doesn’t eggist in their neck of the woods. he proceeded to tie us up and throw us in some nooks and crannies and then we told him that their beef sucks and so we were even


the proper fi and chi helped to ease our need for some local ‘good’ cuisine. the mashed peas were delish, juss like yer mom’s crotch. we also had curry twice, and to be honest, it’s juss as good as we have it here. Britain’s bestest foods will always remain thier crisps (potato chips) and chocolate bars (Chomp Bars in particular)


we think this is what they call ‘Japanese food’


that’s right, Dallas is the American home of chicken AND pizza! then again, in NY we have Dallas BBQ, and those two don’t necessarily go hand in hand job with each other, so what does anyone know?


and yes, we even ate at Maccy D’s on the 4th of July, in the very same country we gained our independence from. had no idea wha the fork a Miami Melt was, but had to try it. and even if it didn’t taste like an old Jewish Cuban bottle of sun tan lotion dressed in pastels, it was still purty effin and geeing good. LONG LIVE AMERICA(n food)!!!!!!!!!!!!!


we have an American friend living and working over there and he was glad to spend the 4th with another of his kind. and what would ya know, as we strolled in the Heath of Hampstead, we spotted 6 clueless UKers ‘trying’ to play American football, and being Americans, we barged right in and showed them a thing or 7 about our game. we both played QB, and both of us couldn’t get any of them to run a play. we’d be like, take 10 steps and turn around. they kept running beyond 10 steps, and by the time they turned around, they didn’t understand that you had to put your hands out in order to receive the ball. it was like playing with 2 year olds, but we’ve seen 2 year olds play better football then these fellas. but ya know what, good for them for even trying, as most of these pale people on the Isles hate American football and only like soccer cause they hate things that are really cool like endless commercial time outs and punting! it’s kinda sad how soccer is not big back home. it’s even more sad that we have a basketball league that’s called ‘professional’


and
nuttin sez HAPPY 4TH OF JULY quite like seeing Benny Andersson of ABBA fame and his kick ass beard bust out some Swedish jams in the Heath! we only caught 4 songs, but him and his folk group did play ‘I Do I Do I Do I Do I Do’. man, ABBA are truly the forking balls. they really need to reunite, for the sake of their fans, and wear those tight tight tight assed satin outfits, but not for the sake of their balls and ba’ginas


guess since this was a Swedish affair they had to cover up the fact that the meatballs are usually Italian


nope, she wouldn’t let us inspect her carpet to see if it matched the drapes


man, are our arms tired. nice to be back in the States, but England is the effin shaz-natz and if you’ve never been you owe it to yourself to (and if yer in college and can, study abroad there like we did), but don’t expect to eat like we do back here in the land of plenty… of napkins

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Praise Juice

Fatboy Slim
Terminal 5
June 25th

apparently everyone didn’t get the memo that Fatboy Slim is still plenty alive and hella fargin awesome, cause there was plenty of leg room on the prancefloor last nite, where we all shook our booties and were in f&cking heaven. his 2 hour set was rawking and rawkus, melding his hot olde anthems (if you need us to name them, then you obviously haven’t come a long way baby) with cheesier fair like DJ Kool’s ‘Let Me Clear My Throat’ and House of Pain’s ‘Jump Around’, and making it all sound as fresh as Mrs Fields cookies at the mall. to hell with 1999, cause we were partying like it was 1998!!!


fotos by OviWani

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Mac Tonight

Fleetwood Mac
Madison Square Garden
June 11th

Guitarist Lindsey Buckingham is 59, singer Stevie Nicks and drummer Mick Fleetwood (3rd coolest grampy behind Leonard C & Neil D) are both 61, and bassist John McVie is 63, but they certainly don’t look their age (must get the number of their personal trainers, and whomever takes care of their skin), or act their age. Our parents are slightly older, but there wouldn’t be a chance in helga that they could rawk out as much or as hard as Fleetwood Mac still does, let alone stay up past 10pm. Wees was kinda reluctant to see them in the first place, see-sawing for years before finally biting the bullet and buying tickets, and after basking in their eternal glow last night, the only question is why did we wait so long to add them to our ‘see them before they or we die’ list (McCartney’s up next)? That questions stings a little harder now knowing that vital member Christine McVie retired juss a few years back… although they still gave big love to her tunes, but sadly, not to our personal flavorite Mac track ‘Hold Me’. No matter, as the remaining members brought their A+ game, as ‘Tusk’ kicked it more than a Tusken Raider and ‘Go Your Own Way’ had us clapping more than all the people in the world with gonorrhea. We hactually woke up this morning and were still clapping. Our non-stop thinking had nothing to do with tomorrow, and was all about last night. Btw, the Clintons totally ruined that song. Btw, Carrie Fisher totally looks like Stevie Nicks, but unfortch she hasn’t aged as gracefully. And btw, Mick Fleetwood totally ruled the school in The Running Man

btw 4, Mac Tonight totally waz the bestest 80s McDonalds mascot

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