What I learned from All Time Low

By on Aug 1, 2011 in Uncategorized

Saturday I dragged Mr. Bzzz to Jersey to see All Time Low with May Day Parade, The Starting Line, and We are the In Crowd. It was an interesting show. I had a great night. I learned many things. Those things are these: All Time Low’s stage show is exactly like seeing Blink 182 circa 1996 … with more dick, and less fart. Unlike Blink, however, they don’t carry that same dick and fart jokes mentality into their lyrics. Bands making dick jokes, talking about getting laid and impregnating girls, and hanging bras on their mic stand when the average age of the crowd is about 15 is creepy. Super fucking creepy. To be fair, I’m pretty sure it was just as creepy when I was 15. All I’m saying is: Check IDs, guys. Perhaps because they are still around, Green Day’s influence is highly highly under-rated and Blink 182’s is highly overrated. (Which is not to...

New Playlist: “Reinventing Happiness Again”

By on Oct 14, 2008 in Music

I made this last night. It’s the first playlist I’ve made in a long time. Significant? Perhaps. Give it a few minutes; it takes forever to load … If it never loads, click here.

Grammies & Druggies: A night with Paramore (Nov 28, 2007, Roseland Ballroom, NYC)

By on Jan 29, 2008 in Music

So Hayley Williams, the lead singer of Paramore, has an adorable grandmother. Adorable. I ran into her very proud grams in line for the ladies bathroom at the Roseland Ballroom, NYC on November 28, 2007. I wanted to tell Gramma Williams that Hayley had quite a voice but she was busy chatting it up with the girls behind me. So instead I’ll tell you. Hayley Williams has quite a voice. I first saw Paramore on Steven’s Untitled Rock Show on Fuse in their video for Pressure off their Fueled By Ramen debut, All We Know Is Falling. Hayley’s amazing voice and coveted red hair coupled with their unexpected rhythmic changes sold me immediately. (Adam would call those unexpected rhythmic changes ‘their drummer is too good for his own good’ changes but as someone who can’t stick to one rhythm when writing a song, I say: whatever.) In fact, I continued to flip to...