Dude looks like a lady.

So, it turns out that the lead singer of Tokio Hotel is a guy.


Who knew?

I sure didn't until I saw their music video yesterday.

If I ask nicely, will you just leave the island?

So, Jason Siska got voted out of Survivor, and with that a part of me died. Just kidding, I was actually just torn between finding him endearing and not wanting him to go, and being annoyed by his social stupidity. I'm sure he's not that dumb in real life, but man! Also, he reminds me way too much of Shaggy from Scooby Doo. Really, think about it.

Also, I finally listened to the new Phantom Planet cd, and I must admit, I like it. Turns out its about cults. Really about cults. Like, it would be Jonestown the rock opera if that weren't politically incorrect. Heck, it might be anyway, who cares about political incorrectness in Rock and Roll? (The answer to that seemingly rhetorical question is, by the way, lots of people, in fact, most of Billboards top 200 and just about everybody on the radio. And yet we keep telling ourselves that its all about rebellion. I mean, come on, even guys in makeup are pretty standard these days, its a bit of a shame. Well, not really a shame, I'm a sucker for a guy in eyeliner... anyway...).

I recently saw an interview with the band We The Kings on some version of MTV or another (we recently upgraded our cable tv, and now we have at least a dozen music channels), and while I enjoy their music throughly, I find it a bit silly that they were on the Really Really Ridiculously Good Looking Tour. Although I guess their presence could be balanced by Gabe Saporta (of Cobra Starship)'s sexy-beastness (or man-whore-ness). Then again, The Cab was also on that tour, and while I find one of the Alex's (they have 3) cute in a pat-him-on-the-top-of-the-head-and-then-give-him-a-cookie sort of way, they are a funny looking bunch of kids. So, I've officially dubbed it the Really Really Ridiculous Looking Tour. That being said, that tour ended no less than a month ago, so why am I still talking about it? I mean really, I might as well be talking about the most recent season of The Bachelor. Oh... that's still on... nevermind.

And by the way, The Cab's album is finally coming out next Tuesday. Illegally download it, but don't buy it because I'm bitter that they have a huge fanbase and its only their first album.

But don't tell the RIAA that I said that.

Pop culture ennui.

So, I think I'm officially bored of the internet. There are only just so many celebrity blogs and interviews with bands where they just say the same thing they've been saying since their album was released two month ago. But that was just a gratuitous aside, as my mother would say, its about time for me to stop complaining and start adding to the noise. So, anyway, this week in pop culture...

I got the new Phantom Planet album, and the new one by The Kooks. I haven't listened to either of them, so I guess that comment isn't going much of anywhere. My tickets for the Honda Civic Tour came, it seems so sad that I spent $95 on two little tiny slips of paper. I am totally excited to see Panic at the Disco again, though. I'll admit it, my inner emo kid is sulking somewhat less than usual. She might even smirk if she thinks you're not looking.

As for TV, this weeks "Survivor" was officially awesome. I won't bore you with the details, but it was pretty darn exciting. Also, somebody needs to talk to those damned tv people about scheduling. "Greek," "Bones," and "Gossip Girl" are now all on at 8:00 on Mondays. That sucks. It is a choice that i simply don't want to make.

So, rather than actually making a point, I'm just going to leave you here.

This is a scene, not an arms race.

So, there haven't been many posts lately, mostly because there haven't been any good new cds in the last few weeks. I mean, there was Fall Out Boy's **** Live in Phoenix. For the record, **** is pronounced like your favorite four letter swear word. But it's only a live album, which is kind of like a clip show. It might be decent, but you've seen it all before. Their cover of the song "Beat It" is new and pretty awesome, though.

In other news, Jason Siska (brother of Adam T. Siska of The Academy Is...) is going to be voted out of Survivor as soon as he loses immunity. I think he's awesome and adorable, if a little (or a lot) dumb. Also, Pete Wentz and Ashley Simpson are getting married. Good for them, I guess.

But as you can see, its been a bit of a boring week. I'll find more to talk about later... probably. My computer has seen better days, so perhaps I won't.

Pretty. Good.

So, needless to say, Panic's new album didn't live up to the hype. Anyone who's surprised by that can raise their hands now, and probably be euthanized. People without a grasp on the obvious shouldn't be allowed to breed. Okay, that may be a little harsh, but back to Panic.

The first thing to notice when you plug the album into your computer, is that the exclamation point didn't go far. In fact, according to Itunes, it should still be there. But that's just me being nit-picky, lets get back to some substantive issues.

Okay, so this is not a bad album by any means. In fact, I can think of at least 4 albums I bought in the last year that were significantly worse, and I mean significantly (I'm looking at you No Address...). Its fun to listen to, quirky, and let's fact the facts, both pretty and odd. It is not, as the hype would have you believe, the second coming of Christ. In fact, it isn't even the second coming of John Lennon. But if you're a fan of Lennon, you might appreciate the old school 60s inspired vibe. Now's the time for the requisite Beatles reference, there's no avoiding it. But, come on, listen to the song "Behind the Sea" and tell me you don't get "Octopus's Garden" flashbacks. But back to the matters at hand.

So, the album itself is a quirky mix and match of musical styles and instruments. Its like trail mix for the ears. The first time you see it you think "dried bananas and M&M's... I'm not so sure about this..." but it turns out it kind of works. That's not to say you don't always eat the M&M's out first, but you appreciate the combination all the same. Basically, the reason Pretty. Odd. makes sense, is that it doesn't really make a lot of sense. You get whipped around in such a variety of musical directions so fast, you stop expecting it to work, at which point it actually starts working. You just sort of have to go with it. Its a bit like watching one of those kind of bad fantasy movies you watched when you were a kid. You just have to assume the reason that the big vaguely scary but actually really nice creature can talk to rocks is that... well, rocks listen, I guess. By that same token, you just have to assume that the reason a song doesn't make any sense in any normal logic means that it doesn't need normal logic. Okay, well, I'll admit that didn't make any sense either, but the point is, lyrically, the album is a mishmash of nonsensical ramblings and heavy-handed metaphors, so as long as you assume it shouldn't make any sense, it makes perfect sense.

My one real, tangible issue with it (other than the generally mediocre-ness of it all) is Ryan Ross. Now, Ryan is a fantastic guitarist, a brilliant lyricist, and an all-around fascinating guy (yes, by fascinating, I mean weird). He is not, however, in possession of an amazing voice. Don't get me wrong, he sounds fine, but in contrast to Brendon's attractive and rather distinctive trill, Ryan falls a bit flat. If it had just been Ryan from the beginning, I could deal with the way he sounds, but as it stands, I would rather listen to Brendon. Sorry Ryan, I know everybody wants to be able to sing lead, but just stick to what you're good at.

Now I'm putting out the lantern, find you're own way back home.

The Headlines of My Life.

Okay, I know its been a while since I posted, and a lot has happened. So, this is around my world in 30 seconds. Well, more like 30 minutes, at least from my side of things.

2008 A.D.

I saw 10,000 B.C. a couple weeks ago. It is probably one of the worst movies ever. Terrible dialogue, lame fight scenes, a bunch of guys jumping onto a mammoth to try and catch it, a saber toothed tiger who doesn't actually eat anybody, and dinosaurs. Yes, dinosaurs. Also, there is one woman below the age of 60 in the movie, and they still manage to have a scene of her running in a low cut dress without a bra on. Then she comes back from the dead.

Who Gives a Damn About an Oxford Comma?

The Matches new album definitely doesn't suck (I was afraid it was going to), and the new Hush Sound album is officially awesome. Also, after my last post about Vampire weekend, I actually got their album. They're pretty good, especially if you like songs about grammar. Also, according to some new British system of rating bands, they're the biggest out there.

Can I get a T?

I saw Tally Hall with my little brother on Saturday. They were awesome. Really, really awesome. Amazing even. It was nice to see them again. And for once the band that opened for them didn't suck either.

Outplay the Bass.

In case I forgot to mention this early (which I did), I have actually been watching this season of Survivor. Why? Because of a young man named Adam T. Siska. He's not on the show, he's actually the bassist for the band The Academy Is... but his brother is on it. His brother (Jason, for those familiar with the show) is kind of adorable, skilled, and a little dumb. I guess you can't win them all.

You Could 'Cause You Can So You Do.

Panic at the Disco's new album comes out tomorrow. Buy it. I'm going to.

Over and out.

Fangirl time.

So, I've falling a little (okay, maybe a lot) in love with The Matches. It could be because they like bad puns. Their new album is called A Band In Hope, or it could be because they make me want to smash stuff. Either way, fine by me.

Also, I'm in love with Vampire Weekend, even though I've never heard any of their music. They're just so cute in their interviews.

Oh, and who gets to see Tally Hall play again in a few weeks? Yes, that would be me. Yay!

I have a headache, so that is all.