Canadian musicians The Weakerthans are one of the few bands (actually, the only one we have found so far) that can tug so effectively at your heartstrings while singing from the perspective of a cat.
Canadian musicians The Weakerthans are one of the few bands (actually, the only one we have found so far) that can tug so effectively at your heartstrings while singing from the perspective of a cat.
Saturday at Festival Pier up-and-coming Canadians (read: HUGE in Canada, but just starting to get attention in the US and Europe), Billy Talent will be supporting punk veterans, Rancid, and semi-recent mainstream punk-pop crossover, Rise Against. Our first impression of the Canuck's brand new album, Billy Talent III is that it's instrumentally intriguing. There's definitely some nice guitar work and a couple of cool baselines, but unfortunately the lyrics and vocals aren't quite as strong. Luckily, we hear lead singer Ben Kowalewicz delivers an intense, high energy stage performance. And we can't wait to check a hard-hitting live version of single "Rusted from the Rain," a song Kowalewicz describes as having been built upon an "epic Soundgarden-like riff."
The Courier-Post reported this morning that New Jersey has seen five "probable" cases of swine flu. We first mentioned swine flu in yesterday's Whiz, wherein we cited that President Obama met a man at the start of his Mexico trip who later died of swine flu.
While SFist cringed at the fatal dose of crime littering the Bay Area, it found solace in Hillary Clinton's San Francisco campaign headquarters opening, which featured loads of exposed mammary glands. In other news, SF Taxi Commission ruled that Satan's cab must keep its (in)famous medallion number, 666; and in an un-fashion-forward frenzy, San Francisco Fashion Week (chortle) bars bloggers from covering and getting smashed at their shows and parties, respectively. Also, they found a picture displaying the woes of cruising in a tacky limo on the streets of San Francisco.
What with Paris Hilton's release earlier this week and the upcoming celebration of American Independence (sorry, Londonist!), we've been thinking a lot about freedom. Freedom to vote, freedom to choose, and most importantly, freedom to blog. Here are a few things we're happy we've been free to blog about this week.
Holy smokes! Giant fish on the MTA, Paris Hilton in jail, then out, then in again, Al Gore, goatses, blumpkins, Matt Damon, and baby art critics! It's been a busy week across the Ist-A-Verse, and here's a smattering of what's been going on.
Seattlest has a talk with the photographer from last week's "Segway Mom" and then experiences some dissension in the ranks over the question of wine vs. beer. It's not West Side Story, but about as close as they'll get. They're also still waiting on some inbox relief after a spammer is arrested.
A steaming hot pile of our favorite things from around the internets.
A Quirky Column about Dog Walking Adventures in the City of Dog-Owning Love
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News Anchor Kerri-Lee Halkett
This Spring is the third anniversary of Lifeknot, online meeting place for people of all ages, based solely on interests and hobbies. The CEO and founder, Matt Muro, began Lifeknot after using online dating services that seemed to force an instant romantic relationship. “I felt that online dating sites rushed people into the relationship stage of a friendship and social networking sites linked you to so many people that the intimacy of establishing a...
Films: Monkey Warfare, Red Road, The Boss of It All, 12:08 East of Bucharest
Films: Paprika, 12:08 East of Bucharest
, the show that EgoPo will be producing, beginning next week. It runs in full: “Any fool can have bad luck; the art consists in knowing how to exploit it.” Now, on with the listings!
Valentine's Day is only a few days away, and we here across the Gothamist network wanted to express would like to tell you, in the spirit of the holiday, just how much we love you, our readers. Don't let it get to your heads, though. There are plenty of things we love, you included. Just be glad you're not amongst the things we hate.
A tall, icy glass of our favorite internet junk, just for you.
...You Go, Girl! Well that sure took long enough. (Via What Would Tyler Durden Do?)
As fall settles in and another calendar page gets turned, thoughts turn from bbq's and vacations to holidays and the realization that '06 is coming to an end. With all that going on, with change in the air, we wonder what is it the -ists ponder?
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Elvis Tribute Artist Sammy J.
Phillyist has been suffering through an extreme bout of insomnia lately, which we mentioned to you last week. That, combined with our currently heavy workload, makes us lament the mere two days we get every weekend and kind of think about moving to France and joining up with our Parisian sister site. If only we spoke the language...
We just got back from seeing rock legend Neil Young! Wooo! Not at a concert, though, sadly. No, this morning Mr. Young was down at the Reading Terminal Market, not giving a concert, but announcing one: Farm Aid 2006, to be exact. Neil and his friends Willie Nelson, John Mellencamp, and Dave Matthews will all be performing, along with plenty other bands yet to be announced, at the "Camden shed," as Neil described it (that shed being the Tweeter Center) on September 30th.
Although this weekend probably won't be much fun (we to finish unpacking all those boxes), Friday is still a day of promises. Our promise? Letting you know what our brothers and sisters in -ist land are up to!
We seem to have hurt our sister site to the north by not including them in Elite -ist these last few days. To show that it was nothing personal, we present this extra-special Elite -ist, dedicated to you, Torontoist! If you don't like it, readers? Well, blame Canada.
San Francisco is proud host of a new reality show called "How to Get the Guy" that's unfortunately not a descendant of Will and Grace, Queer Eye, The L Word, American Idol etc. Also a biodefence lab is coming to the East Bay and SFist teaches wine pairing.
Today marks Elite -ist's first official Friday as a working stiff. Which means, for the first time in Elite -ist's life, we can say "TGIF" without any sense of irony whatsoever. Rock on.
Sometimes, it goes without saying. But we -- and our sister sites -- tell you anyway.
I have this friend, Katie. Katie works downtown at a Rittenhouse Row Retailer (try saying that three times fast). In the last week, Katie has been called useless (by a little old man), and told to fuck off (by a little old lady.) This is really no way to treat the person who's trying to wrap your purchases in tissue paper or get your credit card information.