of the matt good show that was canceled cuz our hero got some seriously bad food poisoning in LA of all places!

someone started putting them up yesterday and i sorta wanna nab one because they will be collectors issues to you wacky cannucks cuz how many matt good shows has he had to cancel ever in america? two, three?

its 342am and the day started off pretty bad. lots of work fires to put out, lots of technical difficulties, lots of weird extraneous shit that made me wanna go back to the pipe, but i stuck in there and had a little help from my friends, and in the midst of it i tried to enjoy the rock but i couldnt. i needed to write. i needed to write it all down. all of it.

some people vomit when the evil is inside them, some take big huge diarrhea shits. some people pick fights or beat people up, some declare war on sovereign nations even if they didnt september eleventh us.

bloggers blog.

unfortunately this blogger has such a high profile job and such a loyal and unbelievable cult fanfollowing that today i had to start another secret blog just so i could vent and get it out there and hug it out bitch.

the weird thing for me and writing is its almost like prayer. i say all the bad shit and in the middle something magical happens like when you make jiffy pop popcorn. you get it going and soon everything warms up and then shit starts popping then EVERYTHING starts popping and then everythings done except for a few more morsels and then youre done.

so in that way its like a gigantico poop fest too. except at the end of a good blog session you might even learn something about yourself, your condition, and life in general. sometimes the angels above do a lil ghost writing just because they see an open door into this world and theyre all check one two i wanna send a shout out to pookie, lil red, and my homie slice k. whaddup my negroes! because sometimes they rock like that.

and the angels know my frequency all too well. when i was younger it freaked me out. i guess in some ways it still freaks me out because i dont tap into it as much as i should but whatevs they know im a flawed individual, but i mean no harm. they know that im on the a team. they know im down for whatevah. they know im here for the army of lightness and im ready to shove some of the good news up the asshole of evil and light a match. they know i was tempted to smoke some of the copious amounts of weed i was handed and i said uh huh i made a deal with the lord and he made a deal with me.

and after i refused the temptation i got to see: the ting tings, and then interview them, quiet company and then take pics with leah, rogue wave, do i offend you yeah, santogold, the cribs, be your own pet, j mascis, thurston moore, and n.e.r.d.

all after i was about to just inhale exhale and hang out at the hot tub with all the fine ladies and my big fat beer belly of hate.

which is xtra hairy with cheese.

the devil wants you to sell out and quit america. the devil wants you to take the road most traveled. the devil wants you to give up and give in to whats easy whats sleezy and whats wrong. the devil does not want you to write down a list of your dreams and he sure as shit doesnt want you to actually work on making them come true one after another.

devil wasnt no where near j mascis tonight as he sat down in a chair and changed the world with an acoustic guitar that sounded almost exactly like hendrix’ stratocater. fucker basically said i know thurston is coming up next with a full band i think im gonna show jr how its done while sitting and avec nylon strings. bizitch.

devil wasnt anywhere near be your own pet who convulsed all over that very same mohawk stage and let it all come out. those were angles making the lil girl howl those were angels pulling her insides out. that was the gospel she was preaching. you can tell because people stood there unable to say fuck although thats exactly what they were thinking.

the devil loves us but the lord loves us more and for all the right reasons which is why he wants us to get that second wind of love,

strap back on that fanny pack of hope and skateboard the tightrope to hell and back and tell your brothers and sisters what youve learned.

and the lesson today is
fuck.

check it out here and theres video in there somewheres

2:30p – Lemonheads
3p – Billy Bragg
5p – Pop Candy Party
7p – Witch
8p – Ting Tings
9p – Hank IV (for a quick second)
9p – Quiet Company
9:30p – Does it offend You, yeah
10p – Rogue Wave
10p – The Submarines
11p – Be Your Own Pet
midnight – J. Mascis
12:45a – Thurston Moore
1a – N.E.R.D.

yesterday me and lou reed were walking across a crosswalk. he was wearing Nikes. he had just rocked the lou reed tribute show at the fader fort. he looked like his feet were hurting.

carrying punk on your shoulders will do that to you.

later i saw michael stipe cruising down the same lou reed street with a cap way over his head and ears and almost eyes. he had three women around him. they were gabbing. i was talking to the dude you are seeing in the pic above and below, a young guitarist of a band youve never heard of – yet, the Scarlett. theyre the opening act of the KCRW/SPIN party today at Stubbs. from the press release which loves all caps:

KCRW/SPIN PARTY: X, VAMPIRE WEEKEND, THE RAVEONETTES, THE WHIGS, BEN JELEN, SWITCHES and THE SCARLETT at STUBBS in Austin, TX. (INVITATION ONLY)..

anyways when i saw stipey walking with his ladies i whispered to rob, here comes REM. bro was all, huh?

as they walked past all you could hear were the ladies blathering on and i yelled “you rocked last night mike!”

a few seconds later, in that oh so familiar voice, we heard “thank you!”

later that night right before taking that pic above with perry i was all, yo perry i saw you play harder stadium at ucsb in 1988 and you insulted all of us beautifully saying “dont you people have mid-terms?”

perry smiled and said, “i was wearing green boots”.

to match his green dreads.

fucking twenty years ago and that dude remembers every detail.

more details about last night on soundboard in about an hour after i take a gigantic crap.

they see the fancy pictures with me with the guitar heroes at the playboy parties at the sxsws and they think fucking a tony has it made.

little do they know that i met tom morello, michael stipe, lou reed, several playmates, several up n comers, perry farrell, his wife, his guitarist, steve aoki, i saw motorhead, i saw justice, i saw moby

and still tonight when i go to sleep i will think about the girl who said she wanted to party with me

but then stood me up at 1am

thru a text message

that broke my heart.

bloggers arent gods, no matter how many comments they get.

even found a Cub Fan in the crowd

story here

on Soundboard

it was sad to diss my friend’s band, but such is the mystery of life and journalisticialism. gotta keep it real.

plus i dissed several bands.

just rocked out with Motorhead. took awesome pics.

that will be on soundboard in an hour.

do i heart you? yes. do i have a date tonight? think so.

am i the luckiest bastard alive?

si.

whitney from usa today’s pop candy blog. swoon.

she totally impressed me by saying, “didnt we meet here a few years ago?”

color me blown away! shes having a party tomorrow and i will be there!

but today here is my schedule

noon – tapes n tapes
1pm – tokyo police club
2pm – ting tings
3pm – motorhead
4pm constantines
4:30pm – vampire weekend
5:30p -joseph arthur, thurston moore, moby – covering Lou Reed songs
8pm – N.E.R.D.
9:15pm – Tom Freund, Ben Harper
10pm – No Age
11pm – Playboy party w/ Moby, Justice, MGMT, and dozens of playmates
1am – Billy Bragg

and even though youre drinking for breakfast, and even though youre older than pretty much everyone. and even though youre not supposed to still have it, regardless of what the demons in your head tell you, you might still have it. or at least a tiny bit of it.

it was 1am. i had rocked drank ate walked experienced ruled reminisced rolled and drank some more. people buy you drinks, you buy drinks, people give you drinks, you leave a lot of half drunk beers about because theres more sand at the beach. etc.

it was 1am, i had just seen the lemonheads play their classic album its a shame about ray in its entirety because it was the anniversary of that record. 10th? 20th? who knows. 50th? i had just seen my first r.e.m. concert. i had just seen my first this bike is a pipe bomb concert. i had seen the bad rackets i had seen bands whose names i didnt remmeber. i had seen quiet company who ruled i had seen the shout out louds who i deemed the cure jr.

i had seen yacht.

it was 1am and i couldnt call it a night. so i walked up 6th street and i heard a very dark disturbing rock sound coming from an open door. across the street the kids were lined up to try to get into the black keys. why stand in line to take sand to the beach? why not go across the street to see the beautiful noise clearly from the depths of hell? why fight progress? why not enter the club with zero line?

my name is y not backwards.

i entered.

a drunk black dude was caught up in the spirit. he danced and pointed and sent the devil symbol to the band who appeard to be two brothers: one with very short blonde hair and a scary pointy beard, and another with very short blonde hair and a slightly different scary pointy beard. one was on guitar one was on bass. on either side of them were keyboardists: one played organ with his back to the crowd the other played eerie sounds. a drummer bashed away in the center. no one sang. this was music from a time before vocals. sometimes someone would yell into the mic but modern technology either could not or would not transfer the vocals to our eager ears.

20 people were in this club.

one of the persons name was j mascis.

he leaned across a rail, sipped from his beer and watched the mayhem of the black dude literally dancing with the devil. occassionally one guy would approach j and shake his hand. eventually j’s beer was drained so he walked backstage to talk to someone. their conversation was probably: who the fuck is this amazing band? the ancestors? shit man!

this is the reward you get for not calling it a night after the lemonheads and rem and this bike is a pipe bomb.

j’s perch seemed comfortable and my beer had emptied so i got another and leaned against the rail. eventually no one came up to shake my hand but alas one young lady and then another. the second ran off to the bathroom and i nodded my head to the spooky dark music and tried to ignore the very young woman but then a girthy black midget got on the stage. was it a bloated bushwick bill?

the young lady turned to me, mouth agape. i was all, just when you thought this shit couldnt get weirder. she was like, right? the midget was late to the party apparently because the band stopped, no one applauded except me. and as they packed up me and the girl spoke. at first i called her 16 cuz thats how she looked. then she feigned offense. then she said she wanted to move to san diego after learning that i live in hollywood, then she said she was gonna bring her bf. so i told her i gave that relationship 8 months, because men are dogs and as beautiful and seemingly perfect she was omg were those boobs, men are dogs and he would dump her for some asian cutie.

then she told me that theyd dated since she really was 16. so i gave it 5 months. eventually the chit chat made its way to 6th street. then 5th street. then we, she and her friend were at my hotel. then there was j masics. then i had to explain that he was the best guitarist in this whole city. even though there were 1500 bands in this general vicinity.

then i was putting my Canada jacket on her friend, because no way was this sharp as a tack southern girl interested in me, plus her friend kept saying i want some penis. im drunk. penis!

but nope me and the girl kept talking, laughing, offending each other in cute little faux ways.

then j masics was in the hotel lobby so i said dude youre the greatest. its an honor. god bless. and i shook his hand which was hard as a rock.

then me and the girl talked while her friend looking for penis met some rocker dude. and lemme tell you this about self esteem, its completely overrated. you dont need it. if you dont have it, thats fine. just talk to people. talk to everyone. talk to the hottest girl in the club, talk to the raddest guitarist in town, talk to dudes from ireland who offer whiskey as r.e.m. plays fall on me. just talk to people. they will talk back.

some all night.

smiling.

like youre the greatest guitarist of all or something.

so much fun.

are we friends? can i sorta drunk bliog except ist hangover blogg? k. hai.

last night i met mark cuban whose way taller and fitter than i expected. and nicer.

of course the only thing i asked him about was the kareem blog. have you read it? no. will you read it? hell yeah.

k. okn next point? will you buy the chicago cubs? maybe.

cuban says that sam zell wont disclose everything thats necessary to know how much the team is worth and how much debt they ha ve and how myuch its earning. cuban says zell is being secretive. but mayube zell doesnt know.

i was all details deatalis just buy them please. please PLEASE!

then i was pulled away from him. i took some pics but on the good one the flash freaked him out cuz he blinked.

rats.

i met a nbice girl who was from boston so sa soon as i said i was a cub fan she said this conversation is over. (pic)

many people were there. the bands were pretty gloomy. the crowd was good. people were wtrying to jump over the fence. the kids were dressed more like Music than Interactive. kevin rose was super nice. we chatted for a breif second. i said. could you please tell your bro Cuban to buy the cubs?

moby was there but hiding out in the VIP. only in LA would there be a VIP area in a tent. oh wait this isnt LA?

my friend Aubrey put together the party in 3 days according to Valley wag who gave mer major props. she deserved it. but they didnt mention her killer dress.

mama mia!

heres my quickie rundown of the picture above. (which you can Digg here)

also heres my short list for today:

2pm Quiet Company – Light
3pm We Barbarians – Austinist/Gothamist party – Mohawk
4:45pm Cool Kids – the Peacock
5:10pm Ravonettes – Emos
6:45pm Yacht – Levi/Fader Fort
8pm Bad Rackets – Red Eye Fly

the RVIP – the funnest and weirdest way to get around SXSW

T-shirt fashions of SXSW Interactive

Roux – a Cajun alternative to Austin’s tex mex and bbq

Snoop Dogg gets down for Yahoo