
right now, this song, it's just fucking unbelievable. I've listened to it on repeat, just lying on my floor, full of Mr. Noodles and 5 cent candies, I can't get enough. Just download it and listen to it 50 times, you won't regret it.




This thanksgiving, pick your backdrop and revive family tradition.

"This is my open letter to Ali Lohan.
Your not entitled to anything simply because your sister has a recognizable name. Your idea of fame isn't fame. It's infamy.You want to be famous? Work your ass off and make decisions that could potentially catapult your career into a lasting one. Notariety for who you are and notaritey for the work you produce are two completely differnt things. I understand that you have been brought up in an envirtoment where the idea of fame is easily achievable but, that's not an excuse. You lack the talent, social understanding and credibility to be anything other then infamous. Your careere choices, thus far, will transcend a future career as someone who attempted to be famous, but never quite achieved it. And if you do, it will be the formality of fame that puts you on the covers of tabloids, while the public idly watches you plumit into the murky abyss shared with the likes of Spencer Pratt & Jon Gosslin who, i'm sure, will steal your money whilst there. Fortunately for the world, there are people who have and don't have recognizable names, who have obtained artistic integrity and will one day, hopefully, bring that tangible artisticness into light again. Though, its hard to think thats achievable when people like You ali lohan are rendering the world of true talent by attempting to make your entitled ass noticed. How is this fair to the people who HAVE artistic integrity, or a mind? How is it fair to those who truly have something to offer the human race other then a dwindling last name and a few shitty films, both of which, solidified the idea that your just a celebrities sibling. I recognize that i might come across as harsh and no, i don't personally know you, but its the actions that you take, that speak for you. You blatently don't care how your recognized, its the objective to get famous and that is what makes you replaceable and a recycled idea .Well, im ashamed to have to be grouped into the same category of person as you. I would rather die a most painful death the be assoicated with the kind of careere your trying to make for your self.I hope i'm wrong because generally i'm not a very judgmental person, but in the case of you, that is MY entitlement."


KANYE WEST AND LADY GAGA “FAME KILLS” TOUR CANCELLED
Los Angeles, CA (October 1, 2009) – Live Nation announced today that the Kanye West and Lady Gaga “Fame Kills” tour has been cancelled.
Refunds are available at the point of purchase. Tickets purchased online and via phone will be refunded automatically.
Pearl Jam put on a hell of a live show. If you're a fan it's like a spiritual experience. It's rare to see a band sell out an arena in this day and age and it's even more rare to have the entire place sing along to the majority of their songs. I thought I was sick of songs like Alive and Small Town until I heard Pear Jam perform them in 2009 with the good people of Vancouver as back up singers! 


With Ben Harper performing the Pearl Jam song Indifference
You seriously suck. You have just as many calories as flipping cake but you're not cake. You're a muffin. You're a wolf dressed as a sheep that secretly glues slices of black forest ham to my thighs when I'm sleeping. I hate you muffin. Yeah, you're pretty tasty when you get out of the oven and hook-up with butter, but I'm sick of your charade. There's a reason no one wants to put icing on you, and it's because we all know you're a liar.
Recently Ben Gibbard of Death Cab For Cutie married actor/ musician Zooey Deschanel from the group She and Him. Well we just think that's tops! Here's an interview Jay did with Ben.




Pet Shop Boys were in town this weekend so I headed to the Centre for Performing Arts to get a dose of catchy British beats from the colourful British duo. As befits a group of their longevity and impressive history of chart hits, the place was packed and the fans were ready to cut a rug and sing every word. It's too bad they weren't playing a venue with a proper dancefloor, but most people weren't complaining. The video display was top-notch and they came out with cubes on their heads. It was somehow 1989 and 2009 at the same time. Fitting, somehow.
Photos by Graham Cook.






