Give Thanks Bitches!

We take thanking pretty seriously in my family.

Happy Thanksgiving!


Tears for Fears Literal Video Spoof - Pretty Funny Shit

Saw Blane Fonda do a great version of Tears for Fears' Head Over Heels at Schubas this weekend.  It brought back memories of this Literal Video spoof from years ago.  Now I've got a mix of both versions stuck in my head.  Had to post it.

Enjoy! and check out more Literal Videos at http://www.dustfilms.com/literalvideos

Also, check out Blane Fonda too if you haven't already, very cool Chicago band http://www.myspace.com/blanefonda


Nacho Dip Mouth Orgasm in Bloomington

So I realized something this weekend.  Verona Red played it's first house party in a number of years... and I'm starting to think we should just do full on house party tours from this point forward.

  • Reason number 1. the nacho dip we ate at Wendy's birthday party, I don't know what it was but it was cheesy/spicy and better than any nacho dip we've ever gotten at a venue or anywhere for that matter.  It was the dip to end all dips, if there were a dip Olympics they could probably just cancel them.
  • Reason number 2. the breakfast we ate the next morning after Wendy's party, again never happens at venues.
  • Reason number 3. Education. I learned the actual definition of the word savory...realized I've misused it for years, can't remember the last time I learned anything of value at a bar.
  • Reason number 4. all the great people we met at Wendy's party, OK well we meet cool people at venues too but this still needs to be taken into consideration.
  • Reason number 5 crowd participation, I would have never had the chance to hear someone in the crowd come up and sing a song about their favorite kind of sexy panties had this show been in a traditional setting.

So maybe its presumptuous to assume all house parties would have these things..I imagine others may fall short and an entire tour of house parties could be a let down...but it might be worth looking into.

Here's some pics



Posing upside down

Eating the shit out of some amazing nacho dip

Listening to the greatest American rock and roll song ever penned on the topic of sexy panties


Big thanks to Wendy, Clint, Kris, and Marissa!


Terrible Band Needed for Sham of a Wedding. 11/6. No pay

This is the greatest post for someone looking for a wedding band on craigslist I have ever seen. Props to Tony Focht for finding this and sending my way! Sounds like the wedding's tommorrow if anyone is interested.

Terrible band needed for sham of a wedding. 11/6. No pay
Date: 2010-10-14, 11:09AM

As the musician in our family, my Shylock of a half-brother and his parsimonious fiance have passed off to me the job of finding a band for their wedding. I love the kid, but his unique brand of expectant coercion and astonishingly consistent lack of judgment have left me with no recourse but to literally give him what he wants, a band that can "tear up Skynyrd, and won't cost nothin'". Since they think music is spontaneously generated via voodoo magic by assemblies of self-promoting philanthropists, I am now on a quest to find the best working band in Chicago interested in "doing it for the exposure".

If you are a serious musician that values your craft and earns a living from performance, you're probably thinking "Fuck you. Do you ask your accountant to do your taxes for the exposure?". You are not who I am looking for. Thanks for looking.

If however, you and your unemployable band of pothead hobbyists are enticed by the prospect of a free open bar stocked with the finest of suburban banquet hall well-liquor and an opportunity to run a train on the most whorish collection of self-entitled bridesmaids this side of a Sex In The City marathon, please contact me. There's probably dinner in it for you too, if the starched vagina of a "wedding planner" (bride's bff) can get her 3rd rung caterer to leave a few sandwiches in a storage closet for you at some point in the evening.

What I need from the band:
I don't care if you are an original Icelandic thrash-raga act featuring steam calliope and backwards Armageddon poetry, but I need you to be able to train wreck your way through a few requests.

Don't Stop Believing. You provide the high notes, we'll provide the smell of wine and cheap perfume.

Free Bird. Go nuts with the solo. Really. If this evening was a never-ending cascade of sonic punishment hailing down on Tom at blaringly inconsiderate volumes, it would only serve as apropos karmic revenge for the afternoons I've spent listening to Jillian chatter about OHMYGODIDON'TCAREWHAT.

Macarena/Electric Slide/Chicken Dance. It doesn't matter which one you play, but there has never been a classy party where one these songs has made an appearance. This will not be a classy party.

Do Not Play:
Jessie's Girl. I used to play weddings, and if I have to hear this song one more time, I'm going to fucking cut someone.

They said they don't have any preference's for attire, so I'll take that to mean you're ok in a threadbare Megadeth shirt and black jeans.

I will provide the PA (the band and sound system are my wedding present to them).
This is not a joke. Please shoot me an email if this sounds like something you might be interested in.

Hope that brightens up your Friday.  If you wrote this let me know where the wedding is please...I'd like to crash.