So last night I went to see Kings of Leon at MSG. Now I know that this band has been around a while, but I recently got into their music on a car ride down to Virginny with my bestest Jacob. I think the further south of the Mason Dixon Line I got, the more I began to appreciate this southern quartet. I listened to their popular tune Sex on Fire and then forget it – I became obsessed. I got home and was thrilled to find that I had 3 other albums to memorize the words to. And so began my quest to see these boys live. I heard they were playing a show at the Garden, but could not persuade anyone to go with me. The usual suspects had to work or were out of the country, and the others didn’t want to part with the 60 bones or so. I can’t blame them really, but I was bummed. Then Ms. LL walks her way into my life …
Now LL is my dearest friend. She works for MSG Entertainment as a PR maven. I knew this and had some definite work to do. I invited her over after a long day at the office. Wined and dined her with some pre-made rotisserie chicken, rice pilaf, and salad. She supplied the vino, as she is an excellent guest. So I planted the seed and told her about my appreciation for the band and how I HAD to see them. She agreed and said she would try to get tickets. In the meantime I made it my business to send her copies of all their cds. She had to learn the music if we were to have a grand old time.
So LL and I were all set to go – as were the other peeps she was able to secure tickets for. So the morning of the concert LL’s sissy goes into labor and gives birth to baby Evan Champion. Well I saw my plans crumble to the floor. I needed back up, and I needed it fast. With a backup securely in place, LL calls me and says she is making her way back into the city and we are all set for our big night out. Thank the sweet baby jesus.
Several pints later, 7 drunken fools are barreling down to MSG. Some people hate the Garden, I LOVE it. I do and I don’t care. It is not the most intimate of places, but when you have good seats (which we most certainly did), good company, and arena beers, you are good to go. We did not see one moment of the opening band, The Whigs, but I wasn’t there to see them after all, this was all about KOL.
They played a lot of songs from the new album and opened with Crawl, which was uh-mazing. People were really going nutso. Other fan favorites included, Taper Jean Girl, Milk, Four Kicks, The Bucket, Trani, and of course, Sex on Fire. I believe I started crying when they played Cold Desert, but I can’t be sure. It was really unbelievable, but I will say that Caleb the singer is a man of very few words. Not much banter with the crowd, but I can’t complain.
Great show all in all – I would see these guys a million and one times if I could. I woke up this morning hung over, with bruises and cuts, and as one happy lady. Dream fulfilled, I can move on.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Book of Nina
I understand that I am a bit of an anomaly. My Nonnie used to say that I march to the beat of my own drummer. I like to think that I am particular. There are some peeps out there that like to have a little fun at my expense and laugh at my neurosis. Well you know what, that is A-OK with me friends. In an effort to get to know me (as I forwent the mandatory introduction blog) here is a brief list of what I think are some of my defining characteristics. The Book of Nina will be very helpful in trying to decipher some of my more, how you say, ah, yes, intricacies.
- I like to count. I have always liked to count. It might be OCD, but if I count something that is an odd number (chews, titles, cracks on the pavement) I get very disgruntled.
- I can spend hours in the shower taking care of my toilette. I love to scrub and lotion with nice products.
- I suffer from Friday Depression. It happens around 5pm every Friday. Don’t try to help me, I need to sleep it off and/or drink heavily.
- If I like an author, band, actor, etc., I will spend countless hours reasearching every facet of their life. I will always downplay what I know because I don’t want people thinking I am weird. I once went to Blockbuster and rented every Vince Vaughn movie, including the one in which he starred with Jennifer Lopez (the rating of that movie would be D -). Eventually these phases pass and are replaced by something new.
- I cannot sleep if my knees are touching or if I am wearing a long sleeve shirt or socks.
- I love my dog Doris more than I have probably ever loved another human. I sometimes tell her that I hope I die before she does.
- If you think I am talking smack about you, I probably am. Even if you don’t think I am talking smack about you, I might be – so wise up Kim, owner of the nail shop on Glenbrook Road and stop giving me that watered down polish!
- My sister always tries to kiss and hug me. I tell her I don’t like it, but I think I secretly do. This has been a very difficult realization.
- When I get tired, I laugh and carry on like a fool. In addition, if you make me laugh heartily I will be your friend for life. There are few people that fit into this category, so I suggest you peeps get funnier if you want to hang out.
- I love popular rap music. Lil’ Wayne is a musical genius. Actually, he’s da bomb, like tick, tick.
- I often make up my own words or throw in Italian sayings to everyday conversation. When in doubt, va cosee. That is certainly not how it is spelled.
- If I am reading a book I am particularly fond of, don’t bother talking to me or asking me to do anything. I will stay up late and wake up early to finish. This started when I was a child and read Goosebumps, “Say Cheese or Die.” Pure literary magic.
- I don’t facebook people. That may be a lie. But I try to limit it to select people.
- I don’t really like babies or children even though I used to tell people that I wanted to be a teacher.
That is all I can think of for now, however, I believe that these are the fundamentals to the Book of Nina. Others may have more to say and I encourage you to make additions, subject to my approval of course.
Happy Thursday fools. I will for sure be writing about the Kings of Leon show in my next post.
- I like to count. I have always liked to count. It might be OCD, but if I count something that is an odd number (chews, titles, cracks on the pavement) I get very disgruntled.
- I can spend hours in the shower taking care of my toilette. I love to scrub and lotion with nice products.
- I suffer from Friday Depression. It happens around 5pm every Friday. Don’t try to help me, I need to sleep it off and/or drink heavily.
- If I like an author, band, actor, etc., I will spend countless hours reasearching every facet of their life. I will always downplay what I know because I don’t want people thinking I am weird. I once went to Blockbuster and rented every Vince Vaughn movie, including the one in which he starred with Jennifer Lopez (the rating of that movie would be D -). Eventually these phases pass and are replaced by something new.
- I cannot sleep if my knees are touching or if I am wearing a long sleeve shirt or socks.
- I love my dog Doris more than I have probably ever loved another human. I sometimes tell her that I hope I die before she does.
- If you think I am talking smack about you, I probably am. Even if you don’t think I am talking smack about you, I might be – so wise up Kim, owner of the nail shop on Glenbrook Road and stop giving me that watered down polish!
- My sister always tries to kiss and hug me. I tell her I don’t like it, but I think I secretly do. This has been a very difficult realization.
- When I get tired, I laugh and carry on like a fool. In addition, if you make me laugh heartily I will be your friend for life. There are few people that fit into this category, so I suggest you peeps get funnier if you want to hang out.
- I love popular rap music. Lil’ Wayne is a musical genius. Actually, he’s da bomb, like tick, tick.
- I often make up my own words or throw in Italian sayings to everyday conversation. When in doubt, va cosee. That is certainly not how it is spelled.
- If I am reading a book I am particularly fond of, don’t bother talking to me or asking me to do anything. I will stay up late and wake up early to finish. This started when I was a child and read Goosebumps, “Say Cheese or Die.” Pure literary magic.
- I don’t facebook people. That may be a lie. But I try to limit it to select people.
- I don’t really like babies or children even though I used to tell people that I wanted to be a teacher.
That is all I can think of for now, however, I believe that these are the fundamentals to the Book of Nina. Others may have more to say and I encourage you to make additions, subject to my approval of course.
Happy Thursday fools. I will for sure be writing about the Kings of Leon show in my next post.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Slumdog Millionaire - My Official Movie Review
It’s my first official blog of 2009 and I feel like so much has happened that I should discuss. I had a wonderful 2 week trip to Aruba, thanks for asking. I cannot even begin to write about the inaugural festivities that I watched on the tv/computer. UH-mazing. I love my new prezzie, but anyway, I digress. The topic of this here blog is my new favorite movie, Slumdog Millionaire. There has been so much hype about this movie that I felt that I had to see it only because I didn’t want to be THAT girl who didn’t see it. Can you even imagine being so bourgeois? Not I friends.
I would just like it to be known, that a). I am no movie aficionado. I am not one of those people who will line up and buy tickets weeks in advance and count down the minutes until opening day. I much prefer seeing a movie once the crowds aren’t so great and when I can watch it without some annoying viewer sitting on top of me and stealing my cup holder. b). I don’t know anything about what makes a movie really good versus it being really bad or just mediocre. I know what I like and whether it’s Rookie of the Year or in this case Slumdog Millionaire, there are no specifics other than I liked it and I didn’t fall asleep, wish I was dead, or feel the need to go to the ticket counter and demand a full refund (popcorn and soda included). I won’t spoil anything, so if you didn’t see it and would still like to, feel free to continue reading, or don’t, but know that if you don’t, you are obviously a loser.
So basically the story is about these two brothers in India. They live in, you guessed it, a slum. The younger brother is a contestant on India’s Who Wants to be a Millionaire and the movie explains how he knows the answers to the questions. The movie is really about how the brothers grow up together and the different paths that they take. That really doesn’t do it any justice, but trust me, it was soooo very good.
First and foremost, the actors who play the brothers when they were younger were the cutest little people I have ever seen in my life. I want them to move in with me. I will learn how to cook Indian dishes for them – I love these children. Second, I don’t know who the broad was in the movie, but talk about a beautiful person. Maybe she can move in too. I loved her.
Like I said I know nothing about cinema, but the colors in this movie and the way it was shot were really interesting to me. I am sure there is a word for this, I obviously don’t know it, but hot dang, I found it very enjoyable. I went through a range of emotions at the movie theater this past weekend. I laughed, cried, almost vomited, but still loved it. It is one of the very few movies I wouldn’t mind seeing again in the theater.
If you haven’t yet seen Slumdog Millionaire, do yourself a favor, peel yourself away from my very captivating blog and go to the movies. Go alone if you have to, take off early from work, do whatever you have to do because you will not be sorry.
I would just like it to be known, that a). I am no movie aficionado. I am not one of those people who will line up and buy tickets weeks in advance and count down the minutes until opening day. I much prefer seeing a movie once the crowds aren’t so great and when I can watch it without some annoying viewer sitting on top of me and stealing my cup holder. b). I don’t know anything about what makes a movie really good versus it being really bad or just mediocre. I know what I like and whether it’s Rookie of the Year or in this case Slumdog Millionaire, there are no specifics other than I liked it and I didn’t fall asleep, wish I was dead, or feel the need to go to the ticket counter and demand a full refund (popcorn and soda included). I won’t spoil anything, so if you didn’t see it and would still like to, feel free to continue reading, or don’t, but know that if you don’t, you are obviously a loser.
So basically the story is about these two brothers in India. They live in, you guessed it, a slum. The younger brother is a contestant on India’s Who Wants to be a Millionaire and the movie explains how he knows the answers to the questions. The movie is really about how the brothers grow up together and the different paths that they take. That really doesn’t do it any justice, but trust me, it was soooo very good.
First and foremost, the actors who play the brothers when they were younger were the cutest little people I have ever seen in my life. I want them to move in with me. I will learn how to cook Indian dishes for them – I love these children. Second, I don’t know who the broad was in the movie, but talk about a beautiful person. Maybe she can move in too. I loved her.
Like I said I know nothing about cinema, but the colors in this movie and the way it was shot were really interesting to me. I am sure there is a word for this, I obviously don’t know it, but hot dang, I found it very enjoyable. I went through a range of emotions at the movie theater this past weekend. I laughed, cried, almost vomited, but still loved it. It is one of the very few movies I wouldn’t mind seeing again in the theater.
If you haven’t yet seen Slumdog Millionaire, do yourself a favor, peel yourself away from my very captivating blog and go to the movies. Go alone if you have to, take off early from work, do whatever you have to do because you will not be sorry.
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