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November 08, 2005
what you did you did for the sake of high heels
Can I say that I immensely enjoyed seeing the Peyton Manning and the Colts exact their revenge against the loathsome Patriots last night? Yes. I did. The only way it could have been better is if Manning had run out onto the field after each time Brady got sacked, stood on his (Tom's) chest as hard as he could, and whistled until the referees made him go back to the Colts bench. Brady surely retired to his mansion late last night, brushed aside the comforting embraces of the gorgeous Bridget Moynihan, and sat in his opulent den, watching a 'Clockwork Orange'-ish loop of his VISA commercials and drinking gallons of milk to staunch the heartburn of failure. While there, he made plans to quit football and become a soybean farmer in Iowa. Maybe he sang some karaoke (sadly) before going to bed. That's Brady for you. Also good was the fact that last night's game won me $5 from a co-worker. Thank you, Colts.
No music from me, but check out this sweet write-up Scenestars did of the new Scott Stapp single (copied and pasted here for convenience):
Scott Stapp - "Great Divide" - Hip-Breaker (tm)
I'm sure you're all thinking, "Wait. Hold the goddamn phone one minute. Scott Stapp? Of Creed? On Scenestars (tm)?", but let us explain. You've come to expect cutting-edge music from Scenestars: the indiest indie rock, the biggest major label albums, the most bone-crushin' hip-breakers. Because that is what we do- we work hard to provide you with the most important, high-profile music available- even if it means downloading a leaked album and posting all of it right here (on Scenestars(tm)) for your enjoyment. We brave the wilds of the p2ps so you don't have to. Like the Marines on the wall at Guantanamo Bay, we put our asses on the line. All for the sake of music. Speaking of which...
'the Great Divide' is the lead single from Scott Stapp's new same-named album, and it rocks like a giant man throwing boulders onto a house made of black marble. Like that hard. Forget the old Scott Stapp; this one's leaner, meaner, and full of wisdom and meaning. Searing guitar lines collide with Stapp's powerful, soaring vocals to create a sort of vortex of ecstatic expression. Today's hipsters don't realize that you can enjoy music like this in an unironic way- they're too busy handwashing their Neighborhoodies and perusing Pitchfork's archives to understand that great pop music like this can touch your heart and let you rock out at the same time. Like Hall & Oates, but with more guitars and Jesus in the mix. This album reminds me of when I went to see the Arctic Monkeys play, two years ago, in a small pub in Leeds. So much potential.
So listen to this song: you'll thank me later. This time next year when all your friends are clamoring, scrambling, and trampling people under their Converesed feet for Scott Stapp concert tickets, you'll look back and say, "I remember when Scenestars posted the single! Way before anyone else! What good taste they have!". And indeed we do. Fight the power, y'all. The RIAA can't keep us down. Xoxo, the Scenestars.
Posted by Kevin at November 8, 2005 10:54 AM