@ZackTeibloom A band with a song on their new album called “Crash Years” is just begging for a crash, aren’t they? Well, that’s why I’m here. It wasn’t the first time I’ve crashed a New Pornographers show. They weren’t leaving unattended badges at the check-in this time. I had to try a new tactic.
“Woo, Dodos! The New Pornographers suck!” I walked up to Stubbs yelling this, hoping fans of the opening band would reveal themselves on their way out and hand over their red Stubbs wrist bands. I hadn’t seen a red wristband at Stubbs before. In my pocket I had a full double rainbow of wristbands, with an orange, brown, two shades of green, yellow, pink, blue, etc. Apparently my double rainbow wasn’t full, since I had no red.
I did a lap around the perimeter and, I gotta say, Stubbs does a real strong job guarding their exits. An armada of guards at the front, multiple check points at the restaurant entrance, and even the barbed wire fence has a back-up guard. You could attempt to sneak in by the port-o-poty’s where the barbed wire fence needs mending, but that’s just asking to be seen. The bottom line is that you need a wristband, and I didn’t have one, so I had to find someone who did. Read the rest of this entry »


@ZackTeibloom Jack White. Dave Grohl. They may make you think of The White Stripes or Nirvana or The Raconteurs or Foo Fighters or The Dead Weather or Them Crooked Vultures. Maybe you think about the times they shared the stage with The Rolling Stones or Led Zeppelin or Paul McCartney or Pearl Jam. How about a Tencious D music video or an upcoming single with Jay-Z.
@ZackTeibloom Today is my sister’s 24th birthday and I decided what better way than to dedicate 24 songs that remind me of her. We’ve built up a lot of good and bad song memories over the years.


