It's likely that only dedicated TV obscurantists remember Almost Live!, the Seattle-based sketch-comedy show that briefly graced Comedy Central's old late-night lineup. But those that do may also remember the High-Fivin' White Guys. They were a bunch of white guys who did a lot of unnecessary high-fivin'. It was funny. Last night, it became glorious reality: the Robert Pollard show at Irving Plaza featured more drink-spillin', sing-alongin', stageward-finger-pointin', and, yes, high-fivin' than I have ever seen at a rock show in my life. (And this is good, since yesterday also happened to be National High Five Day!! [Thanks, Kim!]) Bob Pollard (and, by extension, Guided by Voices) is the Sacramento Kings of rock. No fans are more dedicated to the music... nay, to an entire rock-show culture, than these people. The show was just plain amazing. I was covered in rum and coke by song #6 (thanks, Lance and Matt). Didn't know any of the songs... and didn't need to. Uncle Bob just oozed pure rock majesty. Then came the encore of GbV songs, including "Game of Pricks" and "My Kind of Soldier." Rock and fucking roll, people.
As my Coachella countdown continues (I leave in 6 days!!), my hatred of inexplicable Coachella performer James Blunt increases. I know it's old, but I just have to remind everyone of Paul Weller's reaction to the possibility of performing alongside Blunt at February's Brit Awards: "I would rather eat my own shit than perform with Blunt. It's not going to happen." Rock and fucking roll, Exhibit B.
Quoth the Joker, "Where does he get those wonderful toys?" I could ask the same about Siobhann, who has been on a tear with these fantastic links lately. If drawing on acid isn't your cup of tea, then perhaps I can interest you in Mischa Barton's public display of "woman problems?" Not so fresh now, huh Marissa??
May your weekend be debauchery-filled and rain-free!
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