Posts Tagged ‘Polica’

2012-78: These Dudes

Thursday, November 8th, 2012

1th

This is rad. There is something that makes me pretty happy about hearing Drew Christopherson’s voice. He’s still got the midwest humblism in him, talmbout how the band had to get their shit together because they didn’t even have photos and they were heading out on tour. Then, BOOM, wild success took over. Like those dudes haven’t been grinding since the get go. So stoked on them.

Granted, I say this having not really seen Drew, save for in passing, for well over a decade. But that dude is still there.

Whatever, if you’re not stoked on Polica yet, you’re not even alive.

2st

Ski-company ripper part 1: Canadian

Just keep working it, making it all sorts of radder. You can’t possibly get better than this, right?

3nd

Ski-company ripper part 2: French Canadian

Well, fuck it. Ski company has such a strong rail team right now. I could watch this all day. Those tunes are okay too.

4rd

Got that new body kit for the Silver Spurt. You dig?

2012-65: Cake of Revelations

Tuesday, August 14th, 2012

The suburbs never let me down on the hate front. Hate coming out. Hate going in. The hate coming out is usually the more serious type. Por ejemplo, dude shooting up a Sikh temple in the suburbs of Milwaukee. Of course that sort of white supremacy festers in the white-flight suburbs. How you gonna raise a family telling them, “Well, we moved out here to drollsville, because it’s just more our style.” Which is code for “it’s just whiter,” which essensially means we don’t care to live next to people unlike us.

I get that, I also know I don’t want to live out there. Exurbers can have that zone, but you can’t complain when your kid grows up to be a hatecrimer or a mountain lion eats your gramma. You brought that shit on yourself.

Then again I’m a hypocrite, so I also choo-choo-choose to hate the suburbs. Though my hate tends to be much more lighthearted. I hate the ultra wide streets with no bike lane, the lack of dingy bars, and fucking massive convenience stores.

You know what else I hate? The free time exurbers have to come up with reveal cakes. That is some shit. You’re gonna learn the gender of your fetus by having it delivered to you as a surprise in the form of cake? Ridiculousity.

Or is it? I mean cake kinda makes everything better, right? Plus, if it’s a public event you gotta keep your cool when you discover things. I might start using reveal cakes to break news to my friends, enemies and family.

Following the tradition of reveal cakes, all cakes will be covered in white frosting, and the color of the cake is code for the revelation: blue cake means a boy and pink cake means a girl. Here are some other options:

Cheesecake = Probably not an athlete
Lemon Poppyseed = Jaundiced
Cupcake = Premmie!
Marble Cake = Unsure of the father
Ice Cream Cake = Stillbirth
Rum Cake = Fetal alcohol positive

And it doesn’t have to be just about children, check these out:

Angel Food  Cake = It’s terminal
Confetti Cake = I slept with your sister and it was fairly good
Chocolate Cherry Cake = I gave you genital warts
Yellow Cake = We’re poor
Flourless Vegan Cake = Merry Christmas from your atheist neighbors
Pound Cake = I’m in the kitchen, cutting my wrists
Halvah Cake = I’m dropping out of grad school to write a blog
Carrot Cake = I slept with your sisters
Pineapple Upsidedown Cake = Jazz music

Big thanks to Co-host for turning me on to this trend.

Part B:

Fuck Yes

Who’s this now? Fifth dimension breakfast club? Mega media day?

Wednesday, June 13th, 2012

Une:
Let’s get this shit kickstarted. International playboy and all around rad dude, the outlaw Jonah Whipp is trying to raise some money for his movie. It would be cool if you could throw some dollars at it. But if you can’t, at least check it out. I got hopes for this.

The :10 mark just kills it.

Ps. Dude still owes me a dragon’s head from when took my backpack and went to Taipei.

Doubles:
Since we are talking about the moving picture,  this came out recently:

It is an important thing to talk about with your friends. However, the same cannot be said about still images. Por ejemplo, I have recently taken these two pics of Madison. One vertical and one horizontal.  As you can see, they both do great job of capturing the utter ridiculousness of life on this isthmus.

No way am I gonna let the man tell me where I can park my camry.

Unicycles would just look ridiculous in horizontal pics

3way:
Tough break for the working class in Wisconsin last week. Things are shaky, but I’m trying to see the positives, so I wrote up this list.

Also note the vertical picture takery.

Coincidentally, I recently came across @GlassedEye on the tweet box. I knew this guy when I was a youngster and he was certainly one of those people I wish I knew better and for longer. He now lives somewhere near me. On the night of the WiscoDischord he blasted this shit out:

So I know his brain and heart are still in the correct place.

4rd.
I was flipping through channels the other night, probably trying to get between Pawn Stars and Property Brothers, and I got locked up on some station because I thought I heard a Polica track. So I was stuck there for the opening five minutes. Turns out I was watching Saving Hope some civil service drama about a hospital. I imagine it’s much like Grey’s Anatomy without that broad that looks like she just blew Acid Man. No, not Sandra Oh. You racist.

So naturally I shared my experience on the tweetbox, and this interaction followed:

It seems that dude is the dude who puts music into schlocky tv shows to hook rubes like me.

On pretty much a daily basis, I blow my own mind by thinking that someone pays me money to write things and just make shit up. I think I’m pretty fortunate. Then I see @DavidHayman’s gig at Supersonic Creative and I get a little jealous. Plus he’s a Torontarian.

V.
Blast off.

2012-48: Gutters

Wednesday, May 9th, 2012

Let’s begin.

Listen uppish. You know I see some shows, right? It’s pretty much all I’ve got going on over here. But that’s not what’s important. The key thing is I recently saw Aziz Ansari. I even copped the marquee pic to prove it.

But don’t worry, I shot that from hip level so I wasn’t gotted, spotted and blotted for hackory. Whatever, in my old age my give-a-fuck-ometer seems to have a -3 preset. Plus, comics are rad. There ain’t nothing wrong with comedy dorkery. I just gotta keep telling myself that.

But back to the show. First off, there were absolutely zero steaks going on at the show. It seems Outback Steakhouse dropped the ball on this one. Then again, I suspect most people have the same feeling walking out an Outback Steakhouse.

But Aziz (Jesus, get to the story man) so Aziz shows up wearing a suittux, or whatever you call the men’s apparel that fits in the zone between a suit and tuxedo. He was total looking-good comedy guy. Now that I think about it,  the Amex commercials are the only time I’ve seen him not in a suit. Proper.

And how does his Madison fan base repay him? With this of course:

Sorry about the crap image, I had to run a flash in a theatre. 100% dick-move. I took a picture of this mamajama, with a flash, while I was seated directly behind her, just so I could comment on her garb.

But really, stack it up:

Locomotive Bibs—I choo-choo-choose to bust on your fashion choices. They call me the conductor. These are probably her favorite things to wear, overall. I’m staying on the rails as a lazy train.

Swimsuit—I like a base layer that keeps the lake and river filth closer to my genitals. A bra and funderwear are totally acceptable for impromptu pool action if you don’t have a swimsuit, but this is not the symmetric property. Perhaps she had just finished her annual Madison hippie bath. I like to dress like a Counting Crows’ song.

Footwear: I never saw them but can only assume they went one of four way: tevas, birkenstocks, hiking boots or bare feet. Probably bare feet.

The number of people per capita making questionable fashion choices in Madison is astronomical. This is the word of omgawd.

Deuce:

Polica. I bought the vinyl. Really. I have nothing to play it on. I think this is my version of skinny pants.

Striples:

After the concert I went to Mickey’s because it’s close to my lair. And the word on the street was that the band was gonna be there. So many Manitou heads. Old connects. Good news is, 12 years after meeting him, I’m pretty sure Hurlbert is one of the most authentic dudes out there. Solid Gold for sure.

Check out the majesty of this image:


You see that drink on the left? That’s a Canadian Club on ice. The drink on the right? That belongs to the girl I spent my early 20s dating and hating and dating and hating and finally coming to terms with and becoming friends with. She’s getting married on June 2nd. I  couldn’t be happier or more proud of her.

2013-5: This Too Can be Your Entertainment

Wednesday, January 11th, 2012

I’m going to see these dudes make music on Friday at some thing called FRZN Fest.

Normally I would object to any event that shuns vowels, but I’m gonna make an exception here.

Truckhoused #2

Wednesday, September 7th, 2011

Compliments of Chip, whose team won trivia again last night.

But more importantly…Truckhoused.

A couple of late breakers

My good man Poco has been on this earth or another year. You can shout at him on the twitter box or just tip back some whiskey for him.

Then we have this:

Well now look at this drumbeater. Oh, hold the fuck on right there. You got too drummers going on there? WTF? this shit better be good.

Judge it for youselves here: THISISPOLICA

But I trust those dudes with their music.

Also, I lifted that photo from the City Pages and it was taken by Some dude named Ben LaFond who has something to do with this.