Three quarters of a century ago America was in a state of turmoil and disarray. The Great Depression hit about five years previous, and times were tough. Though the Stock Market began to improve in early 1930, Americans were still reluctant to incur debt and declined spending coupled with the Dust Bowl drama in the south kept unemployment at an all time low. As if that weren’t enough to make a man crazy, our belt-tightening ancestors also had to deal with prohibition. I can’t imagine much worse than losing all your worldly possessions, failing to provide for your family, and having to cope with all that sober. No beer to take the edge off of stark destitution and that’s just tragic. But on April 7th of 1933 some relief finally came. (more…)

Better known as Matt, but there’s too many Matt’s here so we just call him Fletch.

Fletch likes to party and recently just got back from Rosarito for Spring Break where he drank the mysterious rattlesnake tequila:

Says he…

“it’s a diffrent kind of drunk, like you’ve been poisiond, and then you realize you have. my shot had a scale in it. It tasted like old meat”

What’d you do after?

“ran around like we were on fire, tried to talk to some girls, but I think they were 12. So we went to a taco stand and drank a 5 dollar beer”

Aside from partying in Rosarito, Fletch also likes to host spoon parties, dress in suits that are too snug, and make random songs about ham (?).

I think it’s safe to say we found someone crazy enough to rock the groundhog suit for next year’s groundhog day crawl. It’s going to be tough to top me, though…

Taking advertising to a whole new level: Rolling Rock is putting their logo on the freakin’ moon. Haha, can you imagine if this takes off (no pun intended)? Next thing you know, Diddy will be all up on that shit.

Check the Rolling Rock site for a countdown and keep your eye on the sky. Oh, I think I’m supposed to say you must be 21 or older to click that link. If you’re only 20, don’t you DARE go to that site. You’ll be arrested and confined in a 4-person jail cell until you’re of age.

This post is only two days late, but what else is a blog for other than slightly outdated information? So here goes nothing.

My green day was mellow, giving thanks for that pace. No bars, no frat parties and no drunk tank or pelting police officers with beer bottles for me. However, I did humbly attend a kegger at some anonymous location with some old high-school friends. You know, took a walk down no-memory lane, into the past, all the stupid shit I got away with in my first years of puberty. Those dimmed-memories disappeared again with the sound of an amp and a full cup of beer.

The party featured live hip-hop, lyrical talent courtesy of ViBE TRiBE. Dupre and Judge Jojo lived up to their name while delivering strong, positive lyrics accompanied by bouncy beats and smooth tenor vocal back-ups. Hit up their MySpace and listen to their tracks, send them a word, try to catch their next show and catch the vibe, it’s contagious.

cover by DRSELKIRK

Not done. Before Dupre disappeared magician status, I managed to trade bat whiskers and gargoyle sweat in exchange for Dupre’s vocals on my handy personal recorder. If only I weren’t already 5 drinks under and a wee-bit dehydrated, I may have remembered the wind/spit cover, hence a little better quality and more bang for my trade (Gargoyles Sweat is some strait black-market shit).

Dupre A Cappella to You
direct link to mp3

Photo by Meester Photography

Every year you have your SXSW moment - that one when you stumble on that thing you didn’t even know existed. Team Facelift at the Red Bull Moontower was that moment for me. I mean - the dude came out in a red onesie and goes by the name of “Fat Jew”. Plus according to their Myspace page they’re influenced by:

Our moms. Hasidic Jews. wizards. machine gun rap. getting drunk and alienating loved ones. shitting in bathtubs. trashing japanese motel rooms. cocaine buffets. box socials. wigs. fighting. watercolor still-lifes.

It’s like The Bloodhound Gang meets your mom.
Here’s the first of a few tracks I drunkenly recorded on SXSW 2008’s last night:

An update from the interwebs; it appears that more pictures and a video are posted.  From the general consensus, its looking like its actually Kristen Davis.

The pics are nsfw, and to be honest, pretty dirty.  For some reason the computer isn’t letting me check the video out, which is odd because I watch entirely too much porn without it ever acting up on me.  Let us know what you think.