Dig! Dug

Like every other rocker in NYC, I ran down the Sunshine Cinemas to catch Dig!, the seven-year saga of the love/hate relationship between the deliciously adorable Dandy Warhols and the rotating freakshow that is The Brian Jonestown Massacre. Needless to say, this film is essential. Even if you're not into either band, it's a fascinating portrait of drug abuse, envy, and creative dysfunction. Also, I've been spending a lot of time downloading all of the BJM's music from their Web site... for free!! Also worth noting: Zia McCabe is the hottest woman in rock today by FAR. Like, five extra "t"s hotttttt.

Confession time. Not only did the management purchase the new Green Day album, American Idiot... the management also quite enjoys the new Green Day album. How's that for shocking? Also shocking, ABC's new Gilligan's Island-meets-Jurassic Park series LOST has achieved New Favorite Show status. What's it about? Don't quite know yet, but it get's weirder with every episode and the dude from Party of Five is rocking the serious heroic five o'clock shadow.

So while everyone else was at the Bloc Party party at the Tribeca Grand on Saturday night, we went to Misshapes. Ooops!! Problem number one, Door-guy of the gods Thomas was working the Tribeca party. Problem number two, the elitist cuntwads working in his place thought they were running Studio 54. Two of our companions were denied entry due to t-shirt and sneaker violations. Main problem? Everyone wears fucking t-shirts and sneakers to Misshapes! Inside it was empty, crowd consisted mainly of the fake-ID set, and the DJ apparently just stumbled off the short bus, took off his bicycle helmet, and wandered behind the decks. In a word: disappointing. It was like waiting two months to go to a friend's kegger, only to have the entire party overrun by his junior-high little brother's kickball team. Next week may be the last... more on this in seven.

**UPDATE: Here is today's excerpt from The Dirt:

"Even though we couldn't afford coke, we could always sniff it out. We'd find someone who was holding and throw them into Tommy's Chevy van, which became our party truck... We'd scrounge up enough money to buy an egg burrito from Noggles. Then we'd bite the end off and stick our dicks into the warm meat to cover up the smell of pussy so that our girlfriends didn't know we were fucking anything stupid or drunk enough to get into Tommy's van."