6 posts tagged “ridiculous”

In the midst of catching up on news via SFist, they posted this gem today, not even knowing this is like the theme of my life right now. And Todd is playing tonight, right now, at the Palace of Fine Arts.

"Hip-hopera" at its finest

Did you know "Trapped In The Closet," chapters 1-12, was nominated for a Grammy in 2006?

Shit's weird, I know.

(That so did not stop us that summer when I lived on campus to watch it religiously. VH1 aired chapters 1-6 every night back for a whole week, and we totally parked it on my sofa armed with beer to wash down all those bad puns.)

Once word got out at work today that this used to be my cell phone ring, we started poking around the internet and found out there is gonna be an installment of Chapters 23-32 (yes, you read that right) released this summer. We are so having a screening party for this.

I actually just tried to find his PR agency's information to email them and find out the right date, but then was reminded that he, like, you know, totally messed that up for good. Oops.

I think I am just now recovering from the debauchery of this extravanganza...Vroo found out the real Lucha Libre wrestlers are gonna be in San Jose in July for a big arena show, but I don't know if there's gonna be Shamu and Chickens and little versions of both, and truth be told, that's kind of what I want...

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Live - Lucha VaVoom @ The Fillmore | SF

I read before going to the spectacle that is Lucha VaVoom that I was going to be in store for masked wrestlers, burlesque dancing, and little people. But nothing could have prepared me for the pure derangement and entertainment value I was about to witness as I settled into a front-row spot in the audience. Team Gay versus Team Mexico? Girls with stigmata emblazoned with glitter on their palms? The Dirty Sanchez and his balls? By the end of the night, I was still shaking confetti out of my hair and wiping puke off my boots... (more...)

I've seen some fucking weird things this past week: boiled spaghetti come out of a grown man's diaper; Spandex; Glitter stigmata and "Sister Christian" being played; little people dressed as a chicken and Shamu the whale.

Only goes to show how much San Francisco has to offer, no?

The first two examples are from the USAGC I attended last week - tomorrow will be the ridiculous psychosis that we saw for Lucha VaVoom last night. Here is an actual excerpt from my notebook: "Weirdest striptease ever on a pogo stick...exploding confetti sack from his underwear..."

And that's only the first page.

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Live - US Air Guitar Championships @ Independent | SF

The lore goes that air guitar was created in Finland to alleviate any violent situation: you can't hold a gun while you're air wailing. But at last week's US Air Guitar regionals in San Francisco, I was more concerned about the sheer lunacy of spandex being worn and the huge balls poking out of them than the history of this illustrious art. In truth, you kinda don't know what to think when you're invited to something like watching people perform "War Pigs" in public when they really should be contained in the privacy of their own home - especially you're then asking questions like "Is he wearing underwear?" or "Did he just pull spaghetti out of his diaper?" (more...)

So many things happened (or, I found out about) while I was gone!! Shit...

• Chris Cornell, again solo - and playing July 10 at the Warfield. First rock'n'roll crush, do I go see you?
• While doing my concert calendar for professional and personal purposes, I found a listing for a band at the Make-Out Room called Eggplant Casino and all of a sudden, it made sense: SFist music kid and fellow Vox'er Krissy was right about the whole naming-your-band thing. (For the record, I tried finding them and no MySpace results heeded anything - their band website doesn't have audio either).
• Too many concerts coming up, with a number of good shows all on the same day: Hot Chip or Pipettes? Gwen Stefani, Roger Waters, The Horrors, or Darren Hayes (um, of Savage Garden fame)? Nelly Furtado or Skinny Puppy? Incubus or Vanilla Ice? Damn my crazy music tastes.
• October is a little far away to be thinking of a show, but with the Cure, BRMC, and my other boyfriend in AFI playing...I'm down.
• I'm not sure what this is?? Tom Waits Peep Show?? Confused...
• Okay, a little sad I missed Jordan Knight play...a club prom...shut it...
• And for a laugh: my friend Wendy drove me to San Jose the day I flew out on a trip so I could meet up with my parents - I had just walked the Golden Gate Bridge with my best friend Lissa and I told Wendy I couldn't stop laughing because all I could think about was this video:

Points for the sweet locations in North Beach (specifically the Washington Square church and the bus stops) - whoever was the cinematographer had a good eye.

I am currently balancing my checkbook to see if I can swing buying some new music.

This sounds like a regular feat for anyone else. The difference is, I am willing to starve for that new fucking Beirut album.

I am a genius.