Showing posts with label 30 Seconds To Mars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 30 Seconds To Mars. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Hey kids

I am the proud owner of Chris Dane Owens' Blue Stone. I'll be reviewing that for your reading pleasure soon enough. I'm also going to be having a chat with him which I'll post in a couple days. I like talking to and about him because he's so genuinely kind. Also, I was pleasantly surprised by the track "Superhuman". It's kind of cheesy nineties-sounding techno, but I like it. This could get me some flack, but it reminds me of Moby/Recoil. Honestly, Moby and Recoil/Alan Wilder do cheesy things, too, so chill.

Add this to your bookmarks: http://www.justhearit.com/ Search the web for any song and find it immediately. It's pretty remarkable. It helps that it picks up Youtube links as well.

Also I'm getting tweets from the Leto brothers saying that the new 30 Seconds to Mars album is almost completed. I'm not sure if they mean recording or post production or what and I don't really want to go deeper into that because, come on, it's 30 Seconds to Mars.

Let's finish things up by posting a video to Adam Ant's "Puss'n Boots" off of Strip (1983). Strip era Adam is so damn attractive, it's criminal. Also this video features the shortest leather mini I've ever seen combined with the longest thigh-high boots. Sassy!

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Thursday, October 9, 2008

Rock and Roll Poetry

I was sitting in English class my junior year when the class was given an assignment. Write a pantoum. My friend and I basically took inspiration from the concert we had been to earlier in that school year. (September 5, 2002 - oh my gosh, how do I remember this?) The concert was Incubus with 30 Seconds To Mars as the opening band. Well, amidst all the items thrown on stage someone gave Incubus a "perfectly good right shoe" as Brandon Boyd announced.

This concert also marks the only time we made t-shirts in an effort to prove what devoted fans we were. My sister Rachel regrets this as it definitely proves how sad we are. No matter! On to the poetry!

The Rock Star
by Krystal Sorrell and Sarah Beukelman

The fans screamed
We exchanged a glance
Someone threw a bra
Someone threw a shoe

We exchanged a glance
The opening chords rang
Someone threw a shoe
The light caught his eye

The opening chords rang
He smiled at us
The light caught his eye
He began to sing

He smiled at us
Someone threw a bra
He began to sing
The fans screamed