"Boooyahh! The Baby Is Black!"

So I got my cable transferred from my old apt to my new fab apt and because of that, the cable dudes gave me free Showtime for a year. I was not about to argue with something that awesome. Sooo...with my newfound Showtime-iness, I decided to pretend I was like 3728973281 thousand other Americans and tuned in for the Californication season finale.

Now, I've never seen a single episode, so all I knew was there was a goth girl and the big Duchov was a sex addict in the real world. These things became irrelevant, however, because the recap took care of everything I did not know beforehand.

So the show. It made no sense to me. I don't understand how people tuned in for a season of this. I was pleasantly suprised when the preggers chick had a black baby and then Duchov started dancing around.

And someone please explain to me if Hank has a wife? I can't tell, because he is getting frisky with girls all over the place. I am sort of confused. And whose child is the goth girl? And why is he writing a book on a typewriter? And why is he writing a book? And how were people fucking with their clothes on? And...? And...?!

Thus I deem Californication the most confusing and Los Angelian show on Showtime.

WTF to infinity.

E

Tilly And The Wall: The Aftermath

I took this picture two days ago, at sunset, while driving. I hear that's like, dangerous, or something. But it came out nice, and that's all I care about.

So as you all know, I went to see Tilly and the Wall tonight. Well, I should probably say last night, since it's technically the next day. And let me just say, being so young and all, I've usually felt like the youngest person at a show since most of the venues I frequent are a safe haven for High Life guzzling, high waisted skirt wearing, 23 and 24 year old hipsters. But for once, I actually felt old. There was just a spread of little hipsters in training, ranging from about 15 to maybe 17 at the oldest, that looked as if they'd raided every thrift store and Baby American Apparel in the area. It was almost sad. But mostly it was entertaining.

Anyway, I took mad amounts of pics and whatnot, so now you can feel like you got to rock out to Tilly with me! Even though you didn't.

First, my bf and I went to Village Pizza for early dinner. This is what it looked like. As usual I refused to talk while there was a camera on me. I always look stupid when that happens.


This is the Village Pizza bike, but they don't deliver with it anymore. They just get edgy hipsters to drive their Honda Accords to houses bearing pizzas.

After that, we headed over to the Variety Playhouse. That's when I ran into two people I went to high school with. Awkward...So after that I ran into the Coathangers before they took the stage. They said "hi" to me and then began speaking to me in warm, friendly tones which immediately made my bf look like a douche because he didn't believe that I knew them. I don't know why those red spots in the eyes are so obvious, but I look really flushed because it was pretty hot in that place.
Then there was a man running around, talking to members of the Coathangers, dancing with himself, funneling drinks, etc. He threw himself into the picture, very yearbook style.

After we shot snaps, the girls went on.

So then we saw the Ruby Suns, but none of the pictures turned out well, so I won't force you to strain your eyes and/or cock your head to the side at odd angles so they look okay. But I did talk to some kids about how sexy the drummer/lead vocalist was. The Ruby Suns had New Zealand accents, so all the girls were pretty much ready for marriage by the time they finished.

Then it was Tilly and the Wall!!! During the set transition, they played Justice and Outkast and yet the only two black people in there (i.e. us) were the ones dancing. People laughed at us though, with sort of envious smiles, like "Lord, why can't I dance that well and without inhibition?" But back to Tilly!!

The girls were so on point with their clothing, ya'll. I think I read somewhere that Peggy Noland and Mooka Kinney outfit them, so it makes sense.

After their set, the crowd continued to cheer and clap and make a ton of noise. See, it's a Variety Playhouse tradition for the band to leave the stage, then the audience keeps clapping and cheering, and the band comes back on to play one more song. Tilly and the Wall were no exception. They all came back out and played "The Freest Man" and then, my personal favorite, "Night Of The Living Dead," which I figured they HAD to play since it has a lot of lyrics about Atlanta. It was rad.

Oh yeah, sorry about how mildly blurry these pictures are. Then again, there's a reason I don't put "professional photographer" on my resume. Oh yeah, and in case anyone was wondering, I was wearing a high-waisted jumper, my homemade Coathangers shirt (yeah I actually made that shirt! And I always get queshes from people asking me where to buy it!), and pink sneakers from Urban Outfitters. I was pretty fucking hipster-ed out, son.

Oh! And that reminds me! I won't be here at The Disco for the weekend since me and my amiga are road-tripping to Tennessee to see one of my old high school friends. So until Sunday night, you guys'll just be hearing from Miss Lolita Hazed, but that's still a treat, right?

Catch ya'll mothasuckas on the motherflipping flip side!

Deuces,
Erika

Surround Sound Tomorrow Night!

Hey yous guys! Thursday really does equal party!!! It's been a slow day for V and I, so I thought I would clue you in on this heavy clam bake! (Anyone get that Clueless reference??)

Stereogum and MyOpenBar.com present Surround Sound, with Quinn Walker, folk man and YYY's bestie Imaad Wasif, and San Fran's Girls. You can RSVP for the show here to pay $7, or you can be a douche and pay $10 at the door. Your call.

Market Hotel
1142 Myrtle Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11206
9 pm - 1 am

I don't know if it's 21+, though it prolly is, but if not, it's at least 18+.

UPDATE!!! THIS SHOW IS ALL AGES!!! Find out more here!!

Have fun stupid freaking New Yorkers, who get to have all the fun. I still hate you.

Love ya, mean it!

Deuces,
Erika

Dip. Lo. In. Rainbows.

Just kidding everybody! These are the pics from the Diplo set I peeped last Friday! Each will come with a crazy/funny/witty/oh she missed that joke/sarcastic caption! But these don't even do that show proper justice, espesh since there are no pictures of the Dark Meat set (since I didn't see it) and all the Diplo pics were taken by my (slightly tipsy) boyfriend. Oh well. You've got pictures, I've got memories, comme ci, comme ça.

This was Noot D'Noot. Those girls, E-Fec-Tiv, are so awesome. I ran into them in the ladies room and they were super cool.

The drunken hipsters started Whiryballing between sets. A lot of guys were playing but I think it was to watch the girls' chests when they leaned forward to steer their car. Pigs.

This guy was killing it with his outfit and his dance moves. He was shaking his groove thing right behind me. His friend was trying to hex us with his eyes.

Me, obvi. If you're super interested in my styling choice for the evening, I was wearing a navy/white striped tunic over a yellow cami with black leggings and yellow flats. Those cute pink earrings are from Forever 21 and they only cost me 3.80! For some reason, the pictures I've been taking lately look as if they were taken in 1988. Must figure out why!

And of course, the man of the evening. Diplo was looking like his usual cool/fine self. I think Dark Meat got to him pre-set and gave him the face/war paint.

My boyfriend got this really cool, ghoulish picture of Diplo. They kept turning off the lights and putting on the strobes. It was kind of sick.

The whole show was badass, ya'll. Badass. And if you missed the Missbehave fete, the pics of that are up too! Punch punch!

Deuces,
Erika

Fat Guy Stuck In Internet

I am a television addict. Yes, I've admitted it. I'm comfortable with it, because it's one of the easiest addictions to satiate I've ever had. (Like, it takes time to drive to McD's for the #10 with BBQ sauce and a lot of times I'm too lazy to even go outside to smoke, and sometimes I run out of enough sugar to make Kool-Aid...)

Soooo, with that stated, I love Adult Swim. Now that I don't have to wake up early anymore for class and have to work at a decent time, I can actually watch the whole lineup. All 3 1/2 hours of it! So I'm kind of an Adult Swim nerd. I've been watching it since it's inception (and yeah, I remember when ATHF was a new show, crazy, right???) and I actually took the time to Wikipedia Mission Hill, one of my fave shows EVER!

But recently, I've gotten into that terrible show Fat Guy Stuck In Internet, the sordid virtual saga of hacker extraordinaire Ken Gemberling and his quest to help Bit and Byte, and ultimately escape from the Internet! But I'm not really proud of actually tuning in for it because it is like the cheap, watered down bastard child of Darkplace, Saul of the Mole Men, Tron and TEASGJ. Yeah, I'm not writing that out. So I'm sort of a Fat Guy nerd.

So hey, just for shits and giggles, everyone tell me what their closet show is! It can be some sleazy soap, trashy talk show, or awful animated crapshoot. It'll make me feel better/give me something new to obsess over.

TV punch punch!

Deuces,
Erika

Dip. Lo.

Current time: 2:56 am.
Show start time: 10:00 pm

This is the recount of the events that took place between those four hours.

First, we get to the Whirlyball. I am immediately bombarded by this surly dude barking, "Can I see your ID?" at me. Yeah, fine dude. I present said ID and then they proceed to mark me up by writing X's on both my hands and my wrist. Mentally, I'm thinking, just calm down. I won't drink. Chill, Rembrandt.

Noot D'Noot begins playing. It is doubleplus funky. Like, the kind of funky that has an A in it. It's FUNKAYYY. With three Y's. Yeeeeaahhh. So funky even the hipsters begin some noncommittal dancing.

SIDENOTE: I really wish I'd brought a Hipster Bingo card to the show because I would have definitely gotten Bingo by the end of the night. There was a white boy afro, PBR, an ironic mustache, hot Asian, Chuck Taylors, High Life, Parliament cigs, an 8-foot tall guy, and a 4-foot tall girl. Yeah, I would have won many times over. Okay, now back to your regularly scheduled blogging...

So after Noot we go into the back room and watch drunk people play Whirlyball. And then I run into Mathis, my old pal from the Selmanaires. We talk a bit, recount some memories, and laugh, laugh, laugh. Dark Meat goes on, but we don't go see them, we just stay in the back room talking to DJs and rockers and secondhand smoking.

Then it's...well, then it's Diplo. He comes out, tossing basketball shaped whistles and plastic covered CDs into the crowd. He starts the set with a variation on Bucky Done Gun. The whole audience begins to sway in dancing, oceanic, awesomeness. I sort of forgot a good bit of his set but I will run down the best songs of the night:

MIA "World Town"
Daft Punk "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" in some kind of Diplo edit
Outkast "Rosa Parks" and then "Bombs Over Baghdad"
Li'l Wayne "A Milli"
Nirvana "Smells Like Teen Spirit" in some kind of Diplo remix fashion
Soulja Boy "Yahhh!" at which point everyone sings the "Yah, yah, bitch!" part and shakes their hands in people's faces for the "get out my face" part
Le Tigre "Deceptacon"
Mims "This Is Why I'm Hot"

And then people, Diplo plays "Paper Planes." Word! Everyone goes apeshit. It's amazing. Cue the gun shaped hands pointed to the sky. Diplo sprays the audience with silly string. He kills it.

I will have pics up when I get my camera back from my boyfriend on Tuesday. I currently smell like cigarette smoke and ganja. I'm tired as fuck. Sometimes people smell. Bad.

Deuces,
Erika

Diplo Tomorrow!! Punch Punch!!!

Normally I like to post show flyers and reminders the day of, for no real reason, just to let people who suffer with me in Atlanta to know there's something else they can do that night instead of putzing around in the Virginia-Highlands and getting drunk off PBR (though both have their merits). But this time, I gotta let the ATLiens know in advance what's going down tomorrow.

Diplo is coming! Dark Meat is supporting! NOOT D'FUCKINGNOOT is opening! That's right! Chunklet is back again, presenting us unworthy Atlantans with another show of spectacular proportions! If the idea of going bananas to the sounds of Diplo isn't enough to whoo you into coming, please let Noot D'Noot be it. The funkiest sounding band in Atlanta, Noot is fuhreaking amazing. I've seen them twice already and every time is a new, badass experience. Seriously. Srsly. Punch. Punch.

Come out to the Whirlyball tomorrow, get drunk on High Life, and then dance all night! Oh! And look out for me! I'll be wearing something bright and/or flashy. If you see a medium height black girl with a short bob and emerald eyeliner, or hear a sort of loud voice and/or weird laugh, you've found me! Say hai!

Tix can only be bought at Criminal Records and picked up in person. No orders, no exceptions.
$10 in advance/$12 DOS
Doors open at 9 pm
Show starts at 10 pm
18+

Punch punch! Holla!

Deuces,
Erika

Matt & Kim Tonight!!

Looking for something to do? Live in Atlanta? Current plans to watch reruns of Friends and have a pint of Cherry Garcia for dinner?

Well fuck that! Don't be a boring fatty magoo and join Matt & Kim and TheDeathSet for their super AWEsome, super special Colt45 and Vice show at the Drunken Unicorn!

Oh Snap!* will be there!

It's FREE! Gratis! Devoid of price!

Show starts at 9
21+
Complimentary Colt45

(except I will be there because I have those kinds of connections!)

*oh snap is the cobrasnake of atlanta. fin.

Deuces,
Erika