PillowTallk Music: If Records had Balls…

August 19th, 2011

…the Riverboat Gamblers’ new EP, Smash/Grab, would have Bon Scott’s.

The Riverboat Gamblers’ new EP Smash/Grab

The Riverboat Gamblers’ new EP Smash/Grab

Released on July 12th by Paper + Plastick the EP is a raw, muddy mix of the early, gasoline-infused Gamblers (particularly Something To Crow About – era Gamblers) and a bit of the cleaner, more polished style evident on 2009’s Underneath The Owl.  The two styles of Gamblers had different musicians; the current lineup welds the best of both together: with a dose of The Hellacopters and Skeemin’ NoGoods. (Maybe even some Dead Kennedys thrown in for good measure).

Songs by the Skeemin NoGoods, particularly “Punch The Clock”take no prisoners. The Gamblers EP’s opener “The Ol’ Smash and Grab” is no different.  Pushed along by a driving drum track, the song grabs you by the collar—never lets go—and sends the record off at top speed, giving you no chance to take one last look at the world behind you.  Then again, maybe you don’t want to look back.

The lyrics imply a criticism of the state of the world with its voracious appetite for the latest and greatest, without care for who or what gets in the way in pursuit of such things.   The second track, “Parasite Friends” has the brightest-sounding guitars out of the four songs on the EP and could have landed on the band’s last full-length release, Underneath The Owl.  Yet it has enough of the less polished sound to fit right in with the tracks on this EP.

Provided my dear old brain isn’t getting tricksy with me (a more frequent occurrence these days), the third song “Maggie Lea” has surfy Dead Kennedys-esque guitar lines…especially around the 0:47 and 1:18 marks.  I do enjoy the surf sound of this song.  The OCD part of me is still trying to figure out which Dead Kennedys song I’m hearing but there are so many.

(On a sorta-kinda-but-not-really-all-that-related note, have you seen McSweeney’s OCD Valentines? They’re classics!  Such as this one: “Roses are red, violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, and I think I left the iron on.”)

The fourth and last track on the EP “Anything But You” is a full minute of fury, the fuzziest on the EP.  Its frantic energy would easily find a home on an early Riverboat Gamblers album: either their 2001 self-titled or 2003’s Something To Crow About.

After repeated listens I still have no idea what the lyrics are except “whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh” and perhaps I got even those words wrong.  Forget your coffee in the morning?  Play this once and you’ll be set.

If you’re curious about the EP it’s still up and streaming here although the tracks are reversed from the actual order on the EP.  (No worries though they sound great forwards and backwards.)  If this EP is a preview of what’s to come out of the Riverboat Gamblers down the road, I’m going to be like an excited kid waiting for Santa Claus to deliver the goods as we all wait for a full-length album from these guys.

Dear Santa:  Let there be rock.


PillowTalk Music: The Menzingers’ Show & CD Review!

July 21st, 2011

On Your Nose: You Have Died of Dysentery!

Periodically PillowTalk will feature music writings by Stacie. Fun, sassy and always up for ruckus…if this was a restaurant this is what your pop culture would look like if it was well done! There are comments below to agree or disagree or just…comment!

Toto: I Don’t Think We’re on the East Coast Anymore…

Over six months ago, I moved west. I didn’t die of dysentery and my oxen survived the trip. Some parts of my life have changed drastically; others haven’t.

Instead of DC Beltway hell, my commute is a mountain drive, thankfully with little traffic. Yet, I still roll the windows down and crank the stereo on the commute, singing along at the top of my lungs. Good day, moose and squirrels and other woodland creatures: it’s your very Un-Disney Princess trilling metal and punk songs to you!

I am happy to report I broke a seven-month rock show dry spell last month: catching The Menzingers’ set during an abbreviated visit to Salt Lake City’s Kilby Court.   Due to my scheduling conflicts, I missed their shows back east in the past few years and I finally managed to see their live show two-thirds of the way across the country.

Recently signed to Epitaph Records, Pennsylvania’s The Menzingers play a melodic type of punk, with stories told in many of their lyrics.  In their music, there’s an obvious undercurrent from The Clash, along with jangling guitars similar to The Gaslight Anthem, but with rougher, coarser vocals on many of the tracks.  Influences are evident, and while the music isn’t the most unique I’ve ever heard, it does enough to stand on its own.

And it gets me moving! Some of the songs give me that happy, flying, tingling feeling, which—in my humble opinion—is a much more important, personal measure of quality than traditional metrics, such as number of records sold.

Their songs pulled up memories for me and I found myself missing friends from back east, awesome friends who were willing to let me drag them to rock show after rock show, for the small price of a beer or a cover charge. Excuse me; I’m feeling a bit like Linda Richman and getting verklempt.  A topic: I’ll give you a topic: a Thighmaster is neither a thigh nor a master (nor should you obey it). Discuss!

At any rate, the music and lyrics are well written; these guys are obviously decent musicians, easily weaving the rhythm section with the lead guitars and harmonizing vocals.  I’ve yet to dig into their earlier work but I spent the past couple weeks with their recent release, Chamberlain Waits, which I picked up at the show last month.

The first few seconds of the record’s opening track, “Who’s Your Partner” are eerily similar to The Gaslight Anthem’s “I’da Called You Woody, Joe.”  The song quickly diverges into something of its own and features one of my favorite lyrics from the entire album: “So let these simple songs get caught in our heads.”

“Time Tables” is one of my favorite tracks off the album, largely due to the images in the lyrics, which depict finding and losing someone and then longing for the bond you thought you had, whether it was really there or not.  The song also speaks of the power of non-visual memories, of being reminded of something, or a certain someone, when a song comes on: “I drove home with fire in the sky, fiddled with the dials and stumbled across something that you were always humming.”

In “Tasker-Morris Station”, bits of The Clash undercurrent rise to the surface, and the vocals serve as just one example of The Menzingers ability to harmonize. To The Menzingers: I apologize for destroying your harmonies with my tone deafness when I involuntarily sing along, but that is your fault for writing this great song.  The record is a solid effort; I hope these guys stick together and are able to keep cranking out the good music.

During their set, The Menzingers praised Kilby Court and encouraged people to take advantage of the unique venue.   Reviews of the venue that I’d read prior to the show were overwhelmingly positive, and after experiencing the venue in person, I can see why.  Kilby Court is a small, old garage with a small stage, with a welcoming vibe for all.  There’s an outdoor courtyard area of sorts, with benches and seats where people can hang out between sets among the bands’ merch tables.

Kilby Court is an all ages venue, and most of the crowd seemed to be in their teens or early 20s, quite a change from the DC and Baltimore crowds I knew.  However, just because the Kilby crowd was young does not mean they were without good taste.  One of the guys who helped me push the thrashing, leaping, enthusiastic hardcore guys back into the pit during the set of one of the other bands mentioned Fugazi and other DC bands to me during a brief conversation between sets.

And the hardcore moshers were thrashing much harder than I would have expected for SLC.  Kilby Court and its crowd definitely seem to run contrary to the straight-laced, cultural wasteland stereotype that’s commonly slapped on SLC.  To have a venue like Kilby Court in your city is an amazing perk.  Do yourselves a favor, kids (teens, in your 20s, 30s, whatever), take The Menzingers’ advice and keep going to Kilby to keep it going.


On Your Nose Pau Gasol!

May 6th, 2011

On Your Soft Nose Pau Gasol! I’ve never seen Phil Jackson go off like this…not good.

On Your Nose Donald Trump! (Again)

May 3rd, 2011

Jane Fraser from the Stuttering Foundation of America does a great On Your Nose job on Donald Trump! How does this guy still have any self-esteem left?

Donald Trump has been slammed by the Stuttering Foundation after the organization accused him of making derogatory remarks about those with the speech impediment.

The Celebrity Apprentice criticized Meyers’ speech delivery during the White House correspondents’ dinner, calling the SNL writer a “stutterer” during an appearance on Fox and Friends for failing to complete his talk without mistakes.

“Shame on you, Mr. Trump! We at the Stuttering Foundation find it discouraging that in 2011, Donald Trump has chosen to use the word ‘stutterer’ in a derogatory fashion, something to be made fun of, to describe Seth Meyers’ speech at the annual White House correspondents’ dinner,” said the foundation’s president Jane Fraser in a statement.

“In light of The King’s Speech and the new awareness it has brought to stuttering, we had hoped that this kind of unfortunate comment was a thing of the past. When in doubt about the eloquence of those who stutter, Trump should take a look at Winston Churchill, King George VI and James Earl Jones.”


On Your Nose Donald Trump!

May 1st, 2011

Seth Meyers does a wonderful On Your Nose job on Donald Trump!

On Your Nose Greg Mortenson (even though I really dig tea!)!

April 18th, 2011

When 60 Minutes was finished with superstar philanthropist and U.S. military adviser Greg Mortenson on Sunday night, the author of Three Cups of Tea—a 2006 bestselling memoir of adventures and good works in Afghanistan and Pakistan—was in a million little pieces. Mortenson’s Pakistani host Mansur Khan Mahsud exposes his lies.

Correspondent Steve Kroft reported that key anecdotes in Mortenson’s inspirational narrative—which launched him as a humanitarian folk hero, attracted $60 million in donations to his nonprofit Central Asia Institute, and personally earned him millions of dollars in book royalties and lecture fees—appear to have been fabricated.

“Another hero bites the dust,” said MTV founder Tom Freston.

Full Story: http://tiny.cc/cgmva

On Your Nose Allen Iverson!

April 9th, 2011

After a car belonging to Allen Iverson was pulled over for a traffic violation, the former NBA star told the officer, “Take the vehicle, I have 10 more.”

Iverson was a passenger in the grey Lamborghini spied by an Atlanta officer changing lanes without signaling about 6 p.m. March 30.

The driver, Antwuan Clisby, couldn’t produce any documentation for the vehicle, then told the officer Iverson needed to leave the car to eat dinner.

The officer said no one was leaving until the investigation was done.

Iverson became “irate” at that notion, proclaiming, “I’m the (expletive) passenger.” The officer radioed for backup, and a second unit arrived.

Clisby and Iverson exited the car, and A.I. kept cursing at the officer, who informed him of his expired tags and that the car would be towed.

“Take it, I have 10 more,” Iverson said. “Police don’t have anything else (expletive) to do except (expletive) with me…Do you know who I am?”

The officer wrote in his report that he was just getting started: “For the next 20 minutes, Mr. Iverson went on and on about who he was.”

“I stated, ‘It really doesn’t matter who you are. You tried to conceal your vehicle with a fake drive-out tag due to you not paying for your tags.’”

Iverson then said, “I make more money than you will in 10 years.”
Clisby then asked, “Would you want to pay $10,000 for a tag?”

To his credit, Iverson later “came back and apologized for disrespecting the police,” the report said. “He stated he was just upset about his car.”

Clisby was cited for not signaling and for the expired tag.

On Your Nose Jessica Simpson!

April 7th, 2011

This week Jessica Simpson discovered celebrity status doesn’t count when renewing your driving license at the Department of Motor Vehicles.

Simpson entered the office and passed by “regular folk” waiting in line: “Jessica didn’t want to sit with the average Joes. So she went to the front desk and asked in a low voice if she could have access to a private room while waiting for her number to be called.”

Turns out, the employee wasn’t impressed by Simpson’s fame, and answered her in a loud voice: “Miss Simpson, we didn’t do that for the governor and we certainly aren’t doing it for you!”

The singer was on the verge of tears as she went to find a seat. Her name was called two hours later.

“Jessica pouted and scowled as she sat with her arms folded and stared straight ahead, kicking her foot. But hopefully she learned…everyone gets treated the same way at the DMV.”

On Your Nose Marcin Gortat!

March 21st, 2011

Gortat just ended up poster-ed!

On Your Nose Chris Bosh!

February 25th, 2011

Some fine acting from Chris Bosh. Maybe he shoulda gone to LA instead…

On Your Nose LeBron James (Again)

February 20th, 2011

Once again, as always, On Your Nose LeBron James.

PillowTallk Music: Home Is A Rock Club

February 4th, 2011

Periodically PillowTalk will feature music writings by Stacie. Cool, calm and collected…she is the female Cameron Crowe! Comments below if you want to agree or disagree or just…comment!

Home Is A Rock Club

On Your Nose: CBGB

On Your Nose: CBGB

Cinderella (not the chick with the lost glass slipper, the dudes with more hair than she would have had) once said that you “don’t know what you got til it’s gone.”  I recently moved away from the Baltimore/DC area after living there for about 10 years.  I do not long for days of endless hours stuck in traffic jams on El Beltway Diablo. Nor I will miss the humidity of the East Coast summers.

However, I do miss the friends I made over those 10 years, and I miss the small rock clubs in both cities.  Luckily, I knew what I had before it was gone and made many, many trips to those clubs.  Once I get back to the area to visit, I’ll be stopping by some of the old haunts described below. Until then, if you happen by there, give the clubs a hug from me. Chances are your fellow rock show goers won’t even give you a strange look for hugging a building, as they love the places just as much.

Ottobar (Baltimore):

Ottobar, dear Ottobar.  How do I love thee?  Let me count just a few of the ways…

  • The raised area in the rear of the club by the bar that allows you to see the stage with no problems at all.  Great view of the stage? Check. Close proximity to the bar? Check.
  • The fantastic selection of shows – there’s something for everyone at the Ottobar: upstairs or downstairs.  Punk. Metal. Straight up rock and roll. Even burlesque!
  • According to a photography friend, they also work with local artists to exhibit their work.  Support for the arts FTW!

Black Cat (DC):

If you’re in DC a visit to the Black Cat is well worth your time.

  • In addition to their main room, they’ve also got a small room that they call “backstage” and an awesome bar/hang out area right next to each other with plenty of couches to lounge on between sets.
  • Affordable shows!  Avoid the $50, $60, $70+ shows at the large venues in favor of shows at the Black Cat, which run $10-$20, depending on the artist. Why make your pocket book scream in agony for one show when you can see five shows at the Black Cat for the same price?  Cheap ticket does not = crappy band at the Black Cat.

930 Club (DC):

Probably one of the most famous small(ish) music clubs in the U.S., the 930 Club’s praises have been sung over and over.  For good reason, too:

  • Artists of all career levels play here.  Local bands, up and coming bands well known in indie circles, famous bands… the 930 Club can attract them all.  A night at this place is almost always a full night of good music; the openers often rival the headliners for best band of the night.
  • The balcony – get there early if you can and stake out a spot on the balcony for excellent views.  Unless, of course, it’s a metal show and you’re a fan of the pit that’ll form on the floor. \m/ \m/
  • The ability to reserve, in advance, a spot in the convenient, affordable ($10) parking lot right behind the club. Come early, park your car and walk to one of the many restaurants and bars in DC’s U St. neighborhood (highly recommended: Busboys and Poets on 14th ) .

Ram’s Head (Baltimore):

Even though many call this venue “Ram’s Head Dead” I liked it.

  • The club is very close to Baltimore’s Inner Harbor area, which gives you many pre-show restaurant and bar options.
  • For the “active adults” who seek out rock shows, or for the sleep-deprived who must see a show but can’t stand on their feet for 3 or 4 hours without falling over, there is bleacher seating up above the balcony, front and center. At a Dropkick Murphys show a couple years ago, there was a set of grandparents enjoying the show from the elevated seating.  Rock on, lady and gent.
  • And…the cleanest bathrooms I’ve ever seen in a rock club, a bonus for the ladies.

Rock and Roll Hotel (DC):

It’s not really a hotel.  But it IS a kick-ass music venue and bar. Stop by because:

  • Like all the places on this list, the Rock and Roll Hotel has a calendar full of shows from all across the music spectrum. I’d like to thank them specifically for hosting The Sword a couple years ago, a night on which I happily had my face shredded.  The stage is relatively small but makes for a great rock show experience, particularly on nights when the room’s filled to capacity.
  • The bar upstairs, with booths along the front windows so you can hang out before the show and watch the passers-by.
  • The Biergarten Haus next door!  Stop in for pretzel rolls!  Mmmmm, pretzel rolls…
  • The Spelling Buzz events (aka drunken spelling bee) where word nerds can earn bar tab prizes…provided they can remember how to spell.

There are many more reasons to love these places but why should I be telling you what to think?  Visit one (or all!) of them and see for yourself; form your own opinions.  To keep this blog less than gargantuan size, I didn’t list all the venues, but there are more!

Not local to the Balt/DC monstropolis?  Pay a visit to one of your local rock clubs. There are comments below for you to list your favorite rock clubs. Which reminds me…Salt Lake City rock clubs, see you soon.


PillowTalk Music CD Review: Sweet Thing

January 28th, 2011

Periodically PillowTalk will feature music writings by Stacie. Fun, sassy and always up for ruckus…if  pop culture was a superhero this is what it would look like in tights! Up, up, up and away…well actually down below this paragraph where you can read Stacie’s post and supply comments!

Sweet Thing CD Review (Album is self-titled)

On Your Nose: Sweet Thing

On Your Nose: Sweet Thing

Remember what I wrote last time about sharing music with your friends and Grandmas?  (It works, really; I promise!)  Here’s an example:  Sweet Thing their self-titled full-length record, which was released to the masses months ago (Aug 17  2010 if you need to a specific date for your plutonium-powered time machine).

The album is filled with music for road trips and for dancing in your living room (do try to not break a leg when jumping off your couch, okay?).

Overall, Sweet Thing seems to be quite adept at building momentum to singalong choruses with a bright, full, layered rock sound that mishmashes their own unique sound with influences of a few other bands.  There were a couple slower songs I couldn’t quiet wrap my head around.

This is not necessarily a knock on the band, as slowing down to speeds below 100 billion miles an hour is just a difficult feat for my brain.  (Maybe I can revisit the record when I’m at a point in my life when I don’t consume absurd amounts of coffee.)

Change of Seasons” is one of my favorite tracks from the album, and, may I say, a fantastic way to open the album and hook listeners. I drove through parts of the Rockies just west of Denver recently, windows open, with this opening track trotting out of my rental car’s little speakers, reminding me of songs from Middle Distance Runner.

Sweet Thing, I know your music is getting out to films and other media (e.g., the recently released “Easy A”) please find a ski film soundtrack for this song!  The Roger Daltrey scream at the 2:06 mark goes with the part where the skier jumps off a cliff into – poof! – three feet of fresh powder.

Winter Night” shifts gears to a more melancholy sound, complete with pretty vocals that intertwine and weave in and around each other, a contrast to the other songs from the album. And I can’t count how many times I’ve sung along with “Over Me,” a song that references unexpectedly meeting an ex, with which I’m pretty sure nearly everyone can identify.

Dance, Motherfucker“ ah Tipper Gore…I bet you’re not playing this song on your stereo. I did, however. And there was dancing in the living room.

As for “Spider,” I have a few choice F words to say about this track: funky fresh fun. (Hey, this blog is starting as a family blog-like gremlins, profanity only comes out after midnight!) When the song started, my brain said “CAKE!” with that guitar pattern and then drums coming in on a bom…bom-bom…bom. As the song took off, it wasn’t as much CAKE as something more unique, but that groove…good stuff.

Lorraine” you’re not really my cup of tea, but I’m certainly not the Overlady of the musical universe. The first part of the song was just such a downshift in tempo from the previous track (perhaps intentionally?).

Since I really liked the previous (“Spider“) and subsequent (“Duotang“) tracks, I found myself skipping over this one after the first runs through the album, even with the pickup in tempo later in the song. Perhaps I need to learn some patience.  And was that a dentist’s drill at the 2:35-or-so mark? If so, it was very unexpected.

Duotang” welcome to my running playlists. Please join your friends the Violent Femmes and their track “Add It Up.” Fun times! “Kite Fight” continued the momentum they built with “Duotang,” and then…

Then there came “We’re on Fire Tonight” which contradicts all my previous prattling about running and skiing and energetic music and singalong choruses being the best things since sliced bread. It’s not spasmatic at all but rather a gentle way to close out the album that just seemed to fit, like swaying to a song on a jukebox in a dimly lit rock club, after the show’s over, last call’s been made, and you’ll soon be nudged towards the door.

Rumor has it that Sweet Thing’s live show is electric.  One review of their live show calls them a “big band in a little band’s venue.”

Could someone please put together a few US tour dates for these guys? Where is the Batphone with a direct line to their management? Psssst, there’s a great DC venue called the Rock and Roll Hotel on H Street, among others. Please come by!


On Your Nose Fountain Lady!

January 16th, 2011

On Your Nose Fountain Lady!

For anybody who has had to be slowed down by people in the mall “walking” and texting, this is just great!

In the future: MOVE! GET OUT THE WAY! PAY ATTENTION to everything and everyone around you!

On Your Nose Fountain Lady, high five common sense! Sigh…now I’m hungry for a pretzel from Auntie Annes!

On Your Nose Canadian Nation of Hockey!

January 6th, 2011

“Russia overcame a three-goal deficit in the third period to stun Canada 5-3 in the gold-medal game Wednesday night.” This from a nation that lives and breathes hockey. On Your Nose Canadian nation of hockey!

We're No. 1! We're No. 1! We're No. 1!

On Your Nose Batman!

January 4th, 2011

Great sticker from NYC…On Your Nose Batman!

On Your Nose Batman!

On Your Nose Batman!

On Your Nose Gravity!

January 3rd, 2011

Man this Blake Griffin kid is just getting it done in the air, this season. Awe. Some. On Your Nose gravity, that’s for always keeping us down!

Introducing PillowTalk Music’s Stacie

December 31st, 2010

Tim Meadows As The Ladies Man Always Ready To Talk Music

Periodically PillowTalk will feature music writings by Stacie.  This chick rocks the disco and jams the night club! Enjoy her first post and use the comments below:

Thweet Thang, Can Ah Buy You a Fith Thandwith?

Because I would, you know, if fish sandwiches were made of gold and if I had funds to buy a fish sandwich’s weight in gold. I would also buy a fish sandwich of gold for my friend who said, “Hey, check out this band Sweet Thing! I want you to hear what they’ve got!”

We’ve got so many ways to hear new music in this day and age: am/fm radio, satellite radio, word of mouth, randomly as an opening act to your favorite band (or maybe you came for the opening act and the headliners end up catching your ear), and the creature called the internet(s).

Whether the plethora of delivery vehicles is a good thing or a bad thing is debatable. I suppose it depends on how overtaxed and spasmatic your brain already is and if it can handle more stimuli before exploding and turning into zombie fodder. (A brain explosion may be a bonus for the zombies though… what zombie doesn’t love a good brainth thandwith?)

In order to keep the brain explosions to a minimum, I personally tend to focus (although not exclusively) on word of mouth for suggestions of what to listen to next. I love hearing about what my friends and family are listening to, what’s tickling their eardrums, and why.

I pay attention to bands that my favorite bands and artists are talking up. My dad sends me suggestions for new music and old music that he’s revisiting. My bestie sent me a Metric album a few years back, and I will be forever grateful to her. I picked up a two-song CD from The Rooftops a couple years ago as I was coming out of a Rancid show and discovered their fun, rowdy cover of the “Fresh Prince of Bel Air” theme song.

Much of what I get from others is new-to-me, regardless of whether the music is recent or not. And in return, I send suggestions back to them, often all cozily bundled up in a mixtape. Sometimes they like what I have to share; sometimes they don’t.

But that’s the beauty of digging for music treasure. They can’t all be sonic golden nuggets to your ears. Sometimes you get duds like the fireworks that got damp in my garage one year (what a loss!). A few special times you hit the music jackpot (which is different for each person), and the treasure hunt pays off.

So, if you like a band, share ‘em with somebody!

Your significant other, a random person on the street, your neighbor, your brother, your co-worker, your grandma! (But be careful not to turn up Static-X’s “Wisconsin Death Trip” too loud and ruin what’s left of Grandma’s hearing.) Grab a shovel and help someone dig for treasure.

If you’re excited about a band and feel nobody’ll listen, post about them here or on one of the other countless music forums on the internet. Someone will thank you, and like I did, you just might find a person or two who tolerates your incessant yapping about this band or that artist. And the bands’ll thank you for spreading the word.

So if you got a moment be sure to check out:

Sweet Thing
The Rooftops

Maybe one day I’ll get a golden fith thandwith in the mail if they tickle your ears.


On Your Nose LeBron James!

December 29th, 2010

Super fun clip from last night’s NBA game Knicks Vs. Heat. Amar’e Stoudemire dunks on LeBron James, great On Your Nose moment:

On Your Nose House!

December 20th, 2010

On Your Nose House

Hi, Hello, How Goeth?

December 17th, 2010

Welcome to OnYourNose.com!

What do you think of the place? Still has that new website smell.  Come, sit, lounge…slippers are over there, we’ve got a hook for your pants.

And tons of space for all of your crazy, awesome, wild, bizarre and everything in between insights into movies and literature (including comic books) and well life itself. So post away, post often!

Let the truth set you free.

As you’re just getting started so are we. We’ve got a few fun and funky and fresh things coming up so keep checking this space.  We believe it is a crime to be and live ordinary so expect the unexpected.

To commence in this spot we’ll have occasional earth-shattering-karate-chopping-Irish-Spring-clean-tastes-like-burning-music reviews/comments/randomness from Stacie! She’s cooler than Eddie Murphy in the 80s and comes equipped with her very own ninja army.

We’re working on the store called the Supermarket as well, S’up Cuz will be displaying t-shirts made fresh, just like mom used to make.

I want to say so much more but trust me true believer you would be wise to return. Plus the rest of the company would beat me with a belt if I spilled the beans.

For now, go, post and play.  May this site help to pass the time at work!

With all the love in the world,