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  1. stern undoubtedly can be boring and repetitive.

    this morning however, i almost killed myself as i was tried to control my laughter, wipe the tears from my eyes and not hit any telephone poles or other immobile objects as Beatle Juice rambled on and on about getting w/ Robin, his boxing carreer, eating raw eggs, faking hitting a guy in the nuts, and going out to strip joints.

  2. having never heard him spin, i couldn't rate him on his live abilites. i too would probably go see another highly regarded DJ (Howell's, Fontaine, Rampling) i haven't seen, over him at this point, simply because of all the bad things i have read about him, which is probably unfair.

    i would also agree that his recent CD's are bland and not very provocative, however his older stuff such as the GU from Oslo or his Abbey Years are great.

  3. howard stern should not talk about people being has beens

    shes had something like 15 #1 records....she could stop working and shed be set for the rest of her life, and the afterlife too! she has nothing to worry about

    she is a has been, her newest record has bombed in the US and barely made an impact in Europe where she is still loved, because people are sick of her attitude.

    her sound has barely changed in ten years, unlike peoples musical tastes and her personality. i remember listening to her on Z100 about 10 years ago, she was incredibly gracious, grateful for where she was and respectful to the people around her. if you watch her in interviews or listen or read her quotes you would realize that she is completely unattached from reality and sees herself as superior to all those around her.

    this attitude is what i have an issue with, i don't deny that she has incredible talent, all i'm saying is that she thinks that her shit don't stink and that she can treat people anyway she wants. she has in essence lost her humanity and that is why she sucks. i don't care how wealthy you are or how little you have to work, if you don't have integrity, you're fucked.

  4. i'm in Chapter 11 right now, but hopefully i'll make it out. if my ex makes it, i'm in, shes got the hookups in Vegas, otherwise it may not happen. watching the video was all sorts of incentive to get there. i'll let you know, when i know, should be in the next 10 days or so.

    your there right? if i pull it together we'll have to have a CP meetup, Vegas style.

    later,

    steve

  5. Howard Stern was playing a recent interview of hers and ripping her apart, it was quite amusing. Talking about what a snobby bitch she was and how high and mighty she thought she was, when in fact she was just a has been and that her career was on the slippery slope down. I think its great, she always came a across as a high maintenance stuck up bitch who had no concept of the world around her.

  6. Last summer I was living out in LA and a friend from home was visiting us. On his last night there we decided to head up to Hollywood for the night. We headed into Saddle Ranch, which if any of you know is always a great time, its a western themed bar, with a mechanical bull, you can get as rowdy as you want and everyone has a great time. As the DD that night I had a few drinks early on and then settled down to prepare for the gathering of drunken idiots and the drive home. Since the bars close at 2am there I started to look for everyone at about 1:30, as they had scattered all over the place by this time. I found most of them pretty easily except for one of my roommates, a guy I'd grown up with here in Jersey. After about 15 minutes I found him passed out on the bar, one of the bartenders dancing on the bar and pretty much kicking him in the head. I grabbed his hair and picked up his head, and was greeted by his infamous shit eating drunken grin and a garbled "Hey Stevo".

    Now that I had found the elusive Jeff I turned around to gather the others who were milling about, trying to work some girls about 10 feet away. In the 30 seconds I did this Jeff somehow managed to disapear (I was later told by the mechanical bull operatror, a college friend of ours that he had been passed out on the bar for a half hour). As the bouncers have now shoved us outside we're standing on Sunset with about a 1,000 other people that had emptied out. I again look for Jeff, calling his phone, yelling his name, after a few minutes I found this girl we'd been talking to earlier who said Jeff was talking to her friend who "liked " Jeff. Thinking he was in good hands and frustrated at the him and the other lushes, I told her that they could have him and I'd pick him up in the morning. Thinking nothing of it I gather the rejects and load up and take them back to Manhattan Beach where they would be easier to contain in the late night mischief they would undoubtedly involve themselves with (and did).

    This is where the story gets a little better. This girl couldn't contain Jeff either, and off he went on his own, stumbling down Sunset through Hollywood. We had a friend that lived on the other side of Hollywood that must have been his destination because that's where he was headed. As he was stumbliing along he passed a Denny's and in typical fashion decided that eating would be a good idea, as he walks in he bumps into a posse, this posse just so happened to be Ice Tea and his crew (we'd seen him out earlier), who had to jump out of the way, as Jeff, on a mission charged into this late night mecca. Upon his entrance, he's standing there and decides that since he's on his own he'll get it to go and eat at Ian's which is now only 2 blocks away (he'd walked about 2 miles at this point). He orders some food and is sitting there when the thought occurs to him that he might not have enough cash and he might have to charge it and do they have a minimum. As he reaches into his pocket a terrorizing realization occurs, that he'd lost his wallet.

    Now still wasted he's unsure as to what he's going to do, he's starving and can see people all around him eating and it smells incredible. The thought occurs that he could take the food and just run and hope for the best. After pondering this thought for a minute he decides that this is undoubtedly the best course of action. As they call his name he quietly and somewhat calmly walks up to the counter just as he's about to take the food, a sober thought somehow creeps into his mind, "This is a really bad idea" and he turns and bolts. He can hearing the people yelling and laughing as he sprints down the street. A minute later he arrives at our friends apartment and starts ringing the bell for them to let him in, they're not there and so he reaches for his phone and for the second time that night realizes that he has lost a valuable possesion. After 15 minutes of trying to get into the apartment complex he spots an appealing 6 foot by 4 foot section of grass and decides that he'll lie down and rest for a few minutes. Needless to say within seconds he is completely out (its a pretty busy street, with people walking by all the time). About 2 hours later in our best reconstruction of the events he is awoken to the automatic sprinklers watering the grass and flowers.

    At this point, the begginnings of a brutal hangover setting in, he wakes up and luckily someone is entering the complex and lets him in. As he arrives at the apt. now soaking wet Ian lets him in, not surprised mind you and asks, "So, that was you sleeping on the grass when I got home". Unsure and wasted Ian opted to leave him on the grass when he saw him.

    The beauty of the story is that his phone was turned in to Saddle Ranch from someone who found it around 12, and some guy called his credit cards to say that he had his wallet, that his maid had found it that mornig when walking about a block from Saddle Ranch (the other direction from which he walked), with all its money, cc's and license. I guess someone must have decided he's had enough for one night.

    This really restored my faith in humanity when it happened, proving that there are good people out there, not to mention one more story we laugh our asses off at every time its told.

  7. wish i could, i've got to be on a flight tomorrow at 6:30am. work once again interfering with a good thing. i know, i know i could sleep on the plane but i've got to be sharp tomorrow and knowing myself, i would not be. and yeah 4-5am on a Tuesday is excellent work.

    TM and Jason Jollins are involved with this as well right? i'm pretty sure i remember reading about it on the Twilo board some time ago, before that all came to an end. if i remember correctly there were some excellent things said about it then. for some reason i seem to have holes in my short term memory (wonder why).

    Filter 14 is over in the meat packing district, right on 14th, just above Hogs?

    regardless i'll be in before to long, now that i've remembered about it.

  8. gatecrasher throws parties in Ireland every couple of weeks. your best bet to get the low down though is pick up a copy of Ministry here in better mag. shops or when you get there. they have a breakdown of whats going on all over the UK and Ireland.

    Dublin is a great town, you'll have a blast, be sure to get to England and the mainland though.

    steve

  9. sexy, cute, hot, whatever.

    the point being he's fantasizing about her, and i'm just letting him know that that sort of thing is completely normal (just visit PA, North Dakota or West Virginia, cultural centers all) and that he shouldn't be ashamed of the feelings that he's experiencing.

    lots of people have followed similar feelings, just look at medieval European history and the their track record when inter-marrying with their family members.

    if they were doing it and ruling their kingdoms, god damn it, so should we.

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