Music makes the people come together

1. So last night's concert was the MTVU 2005 Woodies, and the best part was seeing the look on people's faces when they were told this. "You're going to see the what?" When we got there, the line was huge and everything was completely disorganized. There was one line for wristbands and one for tickets, but no one there to say which line was what and no divider between the lines. Doors were supposed to close at 8:30, but it seemed as if the line didn't move until then, and they took the wristbands first. Then, for whatever reason, they took a large chunk of people in line behind us and pushed them forward so they were in line alongside us. Whatevs. Kirk and I said, "Hey, we have movies and cartoons to watch at home," and jetted. A much more eventful evening was had thereafter. Man, what a great way to find out if you're on the sex filter!

2. Tonight I was expecting to see NIN but now I've discovered it's NIN AND Queens of the Stone Age and I am going to rock out like a rocking thing. I'm a rocker. I rock out.

3. According to Dave, I've won the award for cutest outfit of the day, and I must agree heartily.

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I've been randomly grabbing CDs from the free CD pile at work (based on band names, funny titles, and colorful album art,) looking to expand my musical horizons. Album reviews will be posted sporadically. For now, here are two.

Liz Phair, Somebody's Miracle
I've always felt that the term "sell-out" gets thrown around whenever someone gets bitter that their secret little band/artist suddenly gets popular, and now they're not a special fan anymore. But if you were to say Liz Phair sold out, I wouldn't argue. Everything on this record could've easily been sung by any other female artist. It's overproduced, generic, and inoffensive, perfect for Top 40 Adult Contemporary Pop yada yada bullshit. There is no fucking and running, no one is 6'1", and this baby does not got goin'. Maybe exile in guyville just made her boycrazy and soft. Maybe she ran out of money and I shouldn't judge, because frankly, I'd release crappy pop songs too if it meant I could earn a buck.

Kaci Brown, Instigator
This is garbage. Now, before you inform me that this girl is 17 and her music is pop for tween girls so of course I think it's crap, consider for a moment that I love the Spice Girls wholeheartedly. ...

Alright then. This is where bad pop writers go to die. These are the songs that must've been REJECTED by all the other pop tarts. Think about that for a moment and then realize how bad these songs are. She sings about sex, but has no power behind it - almost the opposite of what Britney once was: a girl having sex who proclaimed virginity replaced by a virgin who wants to talk about sex like she'd know what she's doing. Everything about this album, from the songs to the music tracks to the title to the artwork to the ill-gotten conception of the "artist" to what must have been the tender chorus of New Kids on the Block, was poorly thought-out.

And frankly, the only thing she instigates is anger in me that she's using my name. At least her illiterate parents had the decency to misspell it, lest we ever be confused.

This is the sound of frustration.