As a born and raised BC resident I am honored and so proud to say I live here. I would like to send out my best to everyone that's in our beautiful city for the games and I look forward to meeting many of you. We here at Hotmess would also like to offer our deepest sympathy towards Georgia, your team and the family, friends and colleagues of Nodor. Rest in peace, 2010 honors you.
Well The Vancouver 2010 Olympics are just around the corner and whether you love'em or hate'em they're happening and along with the competing athletes there are some mega shows featuring some of Canada's best artists and so much more... for further details visit the official LiveCity Vancouver website for all the exciting things going on in downtown Vancouver.
If The Beatles mums had sex with one of those giant smurfs from Avatar John, Paul, George and Ringo might have looked like this. Same goes for Madonna and Bono.
So AVATAR won best drama at last nights Golden Globe Awards and James Cameron took home a best director award as well. That's just delightful but let me ask you this, when is the SNL skit below going to win an award for "funniest shit I've ever seen IN MY LIFE.......on a late night sketch comedy show based in New York that used to star Eddie Murphy?" Seriously?!
I know...it probably should've taken a nap in a coffin a long time ago... but someone really should've stepped in on this one!
They should've staged an intervention and then high- fived 2010 for not ruining the year with this soon to be grade 8 dance feel up each other classic.
However, a special shout out goes to the genius who pieced together that slow walks through a dusty driveway with a boom box and fuzzy close ups of Flavor Flav would ensure he kept his street cred as a romantic rapper ;)
I saw this video a couple of weeks ago and I'm still haunted by it... so I thought I would share it with you all! I can't believe "Ellen" allowed this shit to air on her show and most importantly if this woman can be a singer I sure as hell can! You may recognize her from "The Real Housewives of Atlanta" and her name is Kim Zolciak. I especially love how a woman over 40 who has kids is singing "Don't be Tardy for the Party"... WHAT THE F&*K!!!
In the world of what the fuck, this ranks pretty high.
It also ranks pretty high on the list of resolutions I have a shot at achieving!
And instead of swaying to"Auld Lang Syne" during the big New Year's moment, I suggest you give this a listen while your roboting your way into 2010's warm embrace.
If you're a fan you already know. If not, check it!
John Frusciante has left the Red Hot Chili Peppers...again. The first time it happened was after Blood Sugar Sex Magik, in the early 90s, when he decided to do enough heroin to piss poppy seeds. Now he's gone again but this time it's not about a chemical romance! Here's why in his own words!
Frusciante’s full letter to fans:
“When I quit the band, over a year ago, we were on an indefinite hiatus. There was no drama or anger involved, and the other guys were very understanding. They are supportive of my doing whatever makes me happy and that goes both ways.
To put it simply, my musical interests have led me in a different direction. Upon rejoining, and throughout my time in the band, I was very excited about exploring the musical possibilities inherent in a rock band, and doing so with those people in particular. A couple of years ago, I began to feel that same excitement again, but this time it was about making a different kind of music, alone, and being my own engineer.
I really love the band and what we did. I understand and value that my work with them means a lot to many people, but I have to follow my interests. For me, art has never been something done out of a sense of duty. It is something I do because it is really fun, exciting, and interesting. Over the last 12 years, I have changed, as a person and artist, to such a degree that to do further work along the lines I did with the band would be to go against my own nature. There was no choice involved in this decision. I simply have to be what I am, and have to do what I must do.
Christmas time is fast approaching but I plead DO NOT forget to make your way to your local mall and jump on Santa’s lap.
I am not going to lie – it will be hell- children screaming, people pushing their costumed dogs to the heads of the line and the potent aroma of Santa’s holiday cheer choking you.
But I promise it will be worth it.
If you are not convinced, here is an assortment of inspiration from "sketchy santa" compliments of the random link fairy Dayna!
From one extreme to another: two weeks ago I was dodging jets of fake blood at GWAR's show. Sunday night I was back at the Commodore, and the atmosphere was refreshingly chill and well-behaved. With six people up on stage, Zero 7 had a nice, full sound, but was perfectly low-key in their signature downtempo way. What an awesome way to enjoy a beer on a Sunday night while not freezing your ass off outside.
Oh, and I should mention their opening act, Phantogram. I first came across their song "When I'm Small" a few weeks ago, and was stoked to learn that they'd be opening for Zero 7. They're pretty tight, be sure to check out that song on their Myspace.
Lead singer Wayne Coyne promotes the Fetus ornament as "rumored to give off vibrations that help all humans progress toward an intelligence explosion."
One of many questions...Why "trembling?"
There are so many other adjectives I can think of that seem a little bit more Jesus' birthday and a little less food poisoning trauma.
That being said, I am 100% on board with this magic.
And sometimes gold comes wrapped up in a little package like the Jersey Shore.
There is no doubt that 2009 is the year of the Douchebag.
Their orange glow is everywhere and people are breathing them in like a warm summer day.
Jersey Shore aired a week ago and has shined a well deserved spotlight on the world of Guidodom. Check out the trailer and start digging the internets for more.
Warning! This show could result in the death of your soul...or maybe a rebirth into a world of jet skis and a burning sensation while peeing.
I can't believe I'm still alive. I made my way to the GWAR show at the Commodore tonight, my heart heavy in my chest, my camera wrapped in plastic. I had never been to one of their shows, but I had heard legend of men dressed as gods from other galaxies spraying the liquified souls of dead groupies into the thirsty maws of their minions.
That is more or less what went down. And it was awesome! As a photographer, this wasn't so much a show I was shooting as a holocaust I was trying not to take shrapnel from. As I cowered under the shadow of Beefcake the Mighty (the bass player, pictured at top), ducking below the stage whenever the blood cannon (above) was aimed in my direction, I asked myself: is this what I got into concert photography for? And the answer was "fuck no," but probably the reason I'll keep doing it. It was the most hilarious and fun show I've ever been to.
Here's what I looked like when I got home:
Hark to the hideous majesty of your MASTERS, rulers of Earth, the MIGHTY GWAR!!!
My favorite time of year is near and you know what that means; too much food, booze, spending, caroling, and lack of sleep... and I LOVE IT! Along with the holiday season comes awesome decorations, music and those Christmas movies you only get to watch once a year! So get cracking! Pull out those dusty VHS tapes from your holiday box and start watching, renting or buying them. Here are the 3 best holiday movies, no matter what religion you are, just in case you forgot:
Haydain Neale, the frontman for the group Jacksoul died Sunday from lung cancer.
With the Nov. 3 release of a new Jacksoul single "Lonesome Highway" and an album of new material, Soulmate, slated for Dec. 1, fans couldn't help but think the Hamilton-born Neale was on the upswing.
His family has always been optimistic, but tightlipped, about his condition and intensive rehabilitation.
In a press release about the production of the new tunes – written, and seemingly recorded, prior to his accident – Neale says: "It takes me more time now, but I still orchestrate the room.
Sadly, Jacksoul's fifth album will now be the posthumous legacy of its gravelly-voiced frontman. Relatives announced late Monday that Neale died in hospital on Sunday after a seven-month battle with lung cancer.
Sorry I'm just not a fan of freaks. I'm not talking about the freaks immediately below either. I actually like them.
No, I'm talking about real freaks. Like deformed freaks. Inbred freaks. The kind that live under the stairs or in The Ozarks or in the attic.
It started when I saw Pet Sematary (how the movie title is spelled) when I was a kid and was introduced to Zelda- the deformed sister who puked up porridge in the attic. Since then my fear has escalated to the point where I can't even look at people with slightly misshapen heads on account they may be the product of inter-cousin relations.
I couldn't even watch The Smurfs because I thought they were members of the "Blue Fugates," an inbred Kentucky hill clan who suffered from a rare genetic blood disorder that made their skin look blue. Like check it out...Pappa Smurf or Blue Fugate...which is which?!?!?
Look, if you're worried about giving birth to some sort of ungodly abomination here are some simple steps you can take:
1) Don't bone your attractive cousin. NO MATTER HOW ATTRACTIVE. This one is crucial.
2) Don't live in or around The Ozark Mountains. According to the movie Deliverance Don't take a canoe trip through them either.
3) Don't drop LSD or smoke crack while pregnant.
4) Don't visit the Island of Dr. Moreau.
5) Stop looking at your attractive cousin! SERIOUSLY! COME ON!!!!
Stick to this and you should be safe.
Oh, one more thing. This is the only freak-related thing I like. It's the song Hunted by a Freak by Mogwai. I AM still afraid of the title though as it's my worst nightmare.
Have you recently drawn on someone's face? Found a hot track? Barfed off a ferris wheel? Made or stumbled upon a great video? Poured gravy down your pants? Interested in advertising?