OK Go Are My New Heroes

Ooooooo, I am going to have so much fun at the gym tomorrow! Who wants to come with me?

Life in Grand Rapids- Radio Void Vol.II

Why I have a crappy undergrad GPA:
1. Too much time at the radio station
2. Popov Vodka

Popov Vodka and I have grown apart over the years, but we used to be close friends. I used to hang out with him every weekend at Calvin College. He was clear and would mix right into my beverage and the RA couldn't tell we were drinking him. I went to a Christian college and I was not supposed to be friends with Popov. He wasn't supposed to visit me in my room and I wasn't supposed to invite him to parties. But, of course, I did.

My friend Dwayne worked at the Plainfield Gas and Grocery and would bring Popov over after work. We weren't old enough to be hanging around with Popov, but Dwayne would sneak him over. Then we would party with Popov in our dorm room. After that, it was anybody's guess as to what would happen next.

My favorite memory of Popov was when we went to a park together at about 2 a.m.. We decided that riding on the merry-go-round in the park was a swell idea. Popov had convinced us of that. Round and round we went. Faster and faster. Then, I realized, I'd had enough of Popov. Over to the bushes I ran to get away from him. Well, I don't remember the rest. I don't think Popov had my best interests at heart.

The next day I had to get up at 6:30 to go babysit three boys for the day. Popov was still with me, making my head hurt and my stomach ache. I wanted him to go away. Even Alka Seltzer wouldn't make him go away. Those three boys had no mercy for me and my problems with Popov. That was the day that I realized I would never allow myself to be a soccer mom. Let's just say that Popov and three soccer games are a bad combo.

Popov had many adventures with us. Some of them at the previously mentioned Club 67. Some of them at parties. Some of them in our room. Sometimes I miss Popov and all the fun we had together and how he made me laugh. But I think my life is better without him, little GPA wrecker.

Songs From the Confessional Vol. IV

Deep breath, I am outting myself in this volume. Much like Echo, I berate myself for liking such trash, but I smile the second I hear it and sing along. I know better, but I am weak. God damn you, Daryl and John! God damn you to hell!

Jim Babjak is the Man

THE SMITHEREENS-Blues Before and After

Wow, that Jim Babjak sure can play. If I ever met him, I'd certainly give him the praise he's due. I mean, you'd have to be a total tool to just stand there while he's playing. I hear the guy really holds a grudge, too.

Everybody Needs a Little Silly

I tend to sway between angry and pensive to silly and goofy with very few stops in between. Luckily, Love and Rockets appear to have the same sway. Sometimes the Bubblemen need to dance into your life, antennas waving in the breeze. I needed them today. Take them with you in your head and the world becomes a better place.

Life in Grand Rapids-Radio Void Vol. I

Going to college in Grand Rapids, Michigan was an interesting experience. Grand Rapids is a mid-sized town. Large enough to have malls and other conveniences, but small enough that entertainment is limited. Most obvious was the lack of a nightlife to speak of. It's not a "college town" even though it has at least three colleges in it that I can think of. No student occupied bars, no clubs, not much to do.

So what do you do when there is no mainstream offering and you're only 18? You hang at the local gay bar, that's what. From the first time our motley crew entered, it oddly felt like home. It had a small dance floor, loud music, and was a friendly scene. And the big bonus, they would serve us even though we were clearly under age.

As a female, it was great! I could hang out with my friends and never had to worry about the slobbering drunken idiots that plague you as the night wears on. The only possible negative side effect was that I know far too many disco anthems. I will happily dance and sing along with "It's Raining Men." I also own all the Culture Club albums. I suppose I could call this my private shame, but at this point it's become a fond memory.

Pandora's Box

For many, listening to music is a form of escape. But what happens when that same music turns into a prison. A little invisible prison, inside your head that no one else knows exists, until you start humming. I am trapped in that little prison today. The prison of "The Adjective Song." Keeps...playing...can't...stop...it. Only really old songs have this sort of power. They are hardwired into your neural network. Just pray to god the switch to turn it off is working.

Like a Palate Cleansing Sorbet

NICK LOWE-Cruel to be Kind

I've got to get rid of that nasty taste left in my mouth. Well, except for the taste of sweet victory!

Hi. My name is Tenacious S and I am a blogaholic.

OK, I knew it was a disease and that I was out of control when I neared my home after work today and my heart actually skipped a beat when I thought, "Oooooo, I can check my blog when I get home." I've admitted the problem. Now what?

Round Four-BAM!!!!

LIONEL RITCHIE-Hello

Give up and go home. Come back when you are a worthy opponent.

Ding! Round Three, the Tenacious One is Not Even Breaking a Sweat

EDDIE MURPHY-Party All the Time

I have never seen anyone look so uncomfortable in his own skin.

Round Two....Ding!

BILLY SQUIER-Rock Me Tonite

Bring it on!!!! I'm just getting started!!!!

It's a Throwdown!

PAT BENATAR-Love is a Battlefield

Young misunderstood woman wins by smacking fate down with a boobalicious dance. What?

Songs From the Confessional Vol. III

LAURA BRANIGAN-Gloria

I love Sundays!!! Outing embarassing musical indulgences is such fun. Three guesses who this one belongs to(no blabbing, CP).

Virtual Night Out

DETHOLZ!-Kiss Me in Space

Well, I wanted to go see these guys tonight in all their spastic gloriousness, but it ain't gonna happen. Here's a virtual performance clip. I am old and lame.

40 Rocks!!!!!

ALTERED IMAGES-Happy Birthday

Mindy, hope you are having a great weekend. I recommend a nap to bolster your stamina for serious hard partying. We old folks need our rest if we're going rage. Happy Birthday!

For Anonymous

BLOC PARTY-Banquet

I love them. 80's retro fun repackaged for now.

Friday Night in Hell

SCANDAL-The Warrior

I agree with Echo that this may possibly be one of the worst videos ever. I think when you are in hell they make you drink Boone's Farm until you puke and watch this video. Oh, and a little Jaegermeister for some hair of the dog the next day.

Hang the DJ

If you don't like it, hang the DJ. But remember kids, I have matches.

Hot or Not

There has been discussion about "lists" and who's on them and who's hot and who's not. So, here you go. You tell me, hot or not.