PROMO DAY!!!

It's promo day, and I'm listening to all kinds of crazy shit I've been sent recently. Especially of note:

The Country Teasers: "The Empire Strikes Back" (extremely well photoshopped at right)
The Eastern Stars: "July 5th, 1969"
Aloke: "One Day We Will Kill You"
The Sound of Animals Fighting: "The Sound of Animals Fighting" (a rather sophomoric attempt by RX Bandits, Finch and Circa Survive members banding together to try and play "The Mars Volta"--but it's kinda neat sometimes)
Umbrella Tree: "What Kind of Books Do You Read?"

Problem is, I cleaned my room and tossed most of the press releases. This happens periodically and I forget who sent what...oh well. I'm sure I'll figure it out...

I was supposed to see Free Moral Agents, The Jai-Alai Savant and Rahim at The Che Cafe on Friday, but the venue had to cancel the show, apparently because they couldn't get some sort of insurance paperwork in on time. But they said they got it in on time for tonight's show (Hawnay Troof, which is Vice Cooler from xbxrx's dorky hip-hop sideproject). The Che has really started to fall apart, it seems.

I'm not sure what insurance company works on Saturday, but whatever. I'm going to see the bands on Sunday in L.A. at The Echo, so no harm done, I suppose. I saw The DaVinci Code instead. It wasn't too bad--though I haven't read the book, so that could make a difference in my opinion. I did think, however, that Audrey Tautou and Paul Bettany acted Tom Hanks out of his jock.

The Sabres won game one today against Carolina. There were so many Sabres fans there that I could actually hear "Let's Go Buffalo" during the third period. The announcers didn't address it. Then again, they didn't address much: they couldn't even get any of the Sabres' names right.

Is it wrong that I just can't get into white rap at all? Whether it's Sage Francis, Radioinactive, Peanut Butter Wolf, Cage or anyone else, I just can't get into it. It all seems so contrived and lame. (Written while trying to listen to Radioinactive's Soundtrack to a Book). Maybe I'm just racist. Ha. Or reverse racist. Or reverse, reverse racist.

Promo day is done. Most of the stuff was worth covering, but not worth raving about.