March 2009
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Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Runaway
I’m really digging this new album.
“I was going to do it and not get in trouble, then brag about not getting in trouble.”
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Shaq on his plans to Twitter at halftime. Tweet tweet mu’ fucka.
Shaq has always had a knack for entertainment. Does anyone remember Shaq Diesel? With tracks like I’m Outstanding, (I Know I Got) Skillz, and I Hate 2 Brag, it was pretty much him tooting his own horn for close to an hour. The beats are actually not bad. The rhymes, however, are lacking (“Do you want me to shoot it? Do you want me to pass it? Do you want me to slam? Slam!”). That’s okay though, he totally made up for his early 90s rap weakness with last year’s classic freestyle. Shaq is cool.
Related: Deion Sanders, Ron Artest, Allen Iverson, Kobe Bryant
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Handsome Furs - Handsome Furs Hate This City
I went to the Handsome Furs show last night. This song live was one of the highlights of the evening, which was a nice surprise to me. It was interesting to see the dynamic between Dan Boeckner and Alexei Perry on stage. Their interaction with the crowd was also something special, they really appreciated us and enjoyed playing for us. They are very cool people. The music is better in person. If you get the chance to see the Handsome Furs live, definitely take advantage.
74 - 72
That is the score of the Phoenix Suns/Golden State Warriors game…at halftime.
The NBA is so tight.
I saw Jay Mariotti at the club Friday night.
He ugly. I tried to talk sports with him, but he was too hammered to form sentences.
Which reminds me, I once ran into Steve Lavin outside a bar in San Antonio. We chatted hoops for a few minutes then he gave me his business card, the job title on his card was Basketball Analyst (sweet job, huh). About two or three weeks later I was at a party bragging about how me and Steve Lavin are home boys. I busted out his business card and called him. He called me back and left a voicemail on my celly, “Hey, it’s Lav. Just getting back to you, it’s about midnight west coast time. Call me back. Later, man.” It was pretty obvious from the message that he had no idea who I was.
Lavin > Mariotti
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