Help Snowden play Coachella 2006

From the wonderful band Snowden:

Help Us Play @ Coachella 2006. Please.

There's actually not much involved to giving us a decent shot at it. If you like our music PLEASE do this for us. We've yet to even play a show on the West Coast and this would be a decent first gig there we think. Ha.

Here is all you have to do to help get us noticed by people organizing the line up. It's very simple. Really...

1. Just add the Coachella Myspace Profile as your friend by clicking HERE (you have to add them to vote in the next step, but you can always delete them if you must after the deed is done)

2. Next, all you do to vote for us is go to this blog link HERE and add a comment along with the rest like... "I vote Snowden" or "Damn, I vote for those sexy kids in Snowden" or just plain "Snowden"

3. That's all there is to it. Please tell your friends to vote for us too! (you can repost this complete with links if you click the reply to sender button and then copy and paste this into a new bulletin.)


1 band/artist and 1 dj will be chosen to play Coachella 2006 based on the following criteria:

1. their artistic talent/song quality
2. votes from their friends (you!!!)
3. the opinions of the coachella staff

The winners will be announced with the 2006 line up.

PLEASE do this for us folks. It only takes a second.

And if you've been under a rock, check out the tunes (right click, save as):
Victim Card
Good News
Chin Up
Kill The Power
Come Around
Anybody Else
Black Eyes
Time of The Season

I love the Genius Bar

They truly are geniuses. They saved alllll my pictures. I love Apple.

Will be uploading all weekend. For now:

My two cousins from Ireland that are perhaps the cutest things in the entire world:

and the crew that took on London this summer:


more coming...

Don't You Forget About Me

Sorry for the lack of posts this week. I've been laying low since I've returned to the states, catching up with friends, emails, and cheap drinks in New Jersey. I found an apartment in one day (who knew?) and now will be living in Brooklyn. I will sincerely miss my place in the Lower East Side, but love my new place. A little change never hurt anyone, right?

So my computer is still being repaired, and I believe that I have managed to save all my pictures from the summer (phew). If all goes well, I will be able to upload some music tomorrow. I'll attempt to do a new band each day this week, culminating in a kick-ass mix for you to enjoy. And keep checking the website for magazine updates. Next issue will be out in September (hopefully) and already has an amazing lineup of artists.

Slowly, but surely, am getting back into the swing of things.

Running, Returning

My house has never looked so good. My couch has never been so comfortable.

I made it home.

Time to watch Six Feet Under for the next 48 hours.

Look for show updates, magazine updates, music posts like whoa and (hopefully) pictures from the summer.

Back to normal in no time.

Oh My God I Can't Believe It...

Last night (era, more like this morning): It's 1 AM. I'm walking along a highway in the country side of Scotland. Alone. How I got there? Not a clue. I have £2 in my pocket. All of a sudden I think to myself: I cannot wait to get home.

It's been an interesting week to say the least. From having my purse stolen to realizing I hadn't paid for my hotel in Paris to getting to Scotland and realizing I had no money to not having a place to stay for the last night here, I'm a bit tired. And I'm sure that my parents are pretty tired of me too. (Actually I know, I've heard them yell). I'm a big believer in everything happens for a reason, but for gods sake -- this has been too much.

Regardless, Edinburgh is a crazy crazy town. I happened to arrive here smack dab in the middle of the Fringe Festival. Street performers, film festivals, comedy acts -- things are going on 24/7. I had the pleasure of checking out two indie films, Imaginary Heroes and Festival, and the play Stirring before I ran out of cash.

I must confess. It's been 2 weeks since I've last seen a gig. I'm starting to twitch.

Dublin tomorrow to let my aunts and grandma take care of me. Come Monday I will be sitting in front of my television, not moving for at least 24 hours to catch up on all the Six Feet Under and Entourage I've missed. Then it's apartment hunting. Can't wait.

Please keep your fingers crossed that nothing else happens to me before I get home. I don't think I can handle it. Oh did I mention that my computer crashed and I think I've lost all my pictures from this summer.

Real cool.

Get ready for some intense music posting when I get back. That's right.

Bonjour à Paris

.... I almost didn't make it.

I either have the best or the worst luck ever because it was my last day in London and I thought I'd take a walk down Portabello Rd. We stopped for a quick bite to eat, spirits were high and the menu looked delic. It had only been about three minutes when I looked down and my purse was no longer there. It was at that exact moment that I started to freak: my passport was in there.

We searched and there was no sign. Bumming cigarettes from Katie, we trekked up the hill to the police station while my parents screamed at me on the phone. Not only was my passport in there, but also my green card (I'm not a US citizen yet). I filled out a police report avec tears to a dumbass police officer who was more interested in how I liked New York. I canceled all my credit cards, called Passport Control and they told me the earliest they could get me an appointment to fill out the paperwork would be Wednesday. It would take another week at least to get it to me.

Did I have a place to stay? Non. Did I have any money? Non. Was I screwed? Mais oui.

We walked back to the scene of the crime, ironically directly across the street from the travel book store that Hugh Grant woked at in Notting Hill. I vowed never to watch that movie again.

Miraculously within two hours Katie received a call from the police station saying my passport was found. Huge sigh of relief. They didn't know what else, but to come back to the station to retrieve it. So I trekked back up the hill, this time at a bit more ease. I walked in to see my purse was there. The only things missing was cash from my wallet (10 pounds) and my cell phone (which wasn't mine, sorry Conor). The culprit wasn't even a smoker. Credit cards, sunglasses, my silly magnet I bought...all there. I couldn't believe it.

So one thing was out of the way, I could continue my travels and eventually be able to make it back into the US. But then I realized I had no money, ATM card was canceled as well as my credit cards. Thank god for Western Union.

Needless to say. I didn't make it to Donnie Darko.

But I made it to Paris and realize that my French isn't as bad as I thought and that they really don't hate Americans (that much). I went to the top of the Tour de Eiffel yesterday and spent today at the Louvre. Tomorrow: Scotland.

C'est la vie.

And they all fall down...

Just about to print out my train tickets when I decided to check some websites, and unfortunately found this.

Guster to play Nokia Theater in November. Nokia what? In Times Square? No Guster no. I miss your days of playing in college gyms and parking lots. Radio City was cool, but I can't yell out requests from the third balcony. Come play at my apartment, it'll be so much better. I'm whining. I know.

Off for my last week of travels so I don't know if I'll get to post much. I'll miss London ridiculously. It's a very close second to New York. Good summer, but looking forward to getting home.

Glamorous Indie rock'n'roll is what I need

Check out Spin.com's band of the day.

That's all for today. The Roxy took my liver last night.

The Power of Voodoo, Who do, You do

Last night we hit up The Roxy (which has become my favorite spot in London) for some half price pitchers and some good tunes to dance to. We've only gone on Thursdays but Tuesdays were known to be as good...which wasn't exactly the case. Not the greatest music, but Katie finally got to hear her Faint song (after 6 weeks, mind you). We were just about to head out when The Editors came on, which then resulted in the best three songs in a row ever.

The Editors - Munich
David Bowie - Magic Dance (from the fabulous film, Labyrinth)
Arcade Fire - Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)

Frickin fantastic.

I'll go to a show tonight, I promise. I know I've been slacking. But I booked my ticket to see Donnie Darko play at Kensington Gardens this Saturday as my farewell to London. It's sponsored by Stella (mmm) and will have a live orchestra performing the score, conducted by the fabulous Michael Andrews. Then off to Paris then next day, ooh la la.

I still have Dance Magic Dance stuck in my head. I wish I had Labyrinth to watch right now.

Things Aren't Going to Change

I'm supposed to be doing work. Supposed to.

It's our last week of classes, and yet all I want to do is go out until 4 AM, see Buckingham Palace and then do it all over again. But no. I'm stuck inside a computer lab, avoiding transcribing interviews when London is right outside my window. But then again, that is the reason I'm here.

I've become addicted to NME. Before you right me off completely and get on your high anti-hipster hating hipster horse (that makes no sense), let's talk about it.
Me = addict.
NME=weekly music guide of bands I actually like.
Writing = not so good.
US=doesn't have it.

Yes, there is Rolling Stone where the writing is quite superior but I get bored reading it. Every week, less and less seems to be devoted to music. I want to hear about Pete Doherty's latest binge and how Maximo Park has become Britain's new favourite band. But sadly, the first thing I read is the Letter From New York.

It's pathetic, I know. I'm in this fantastic city, I'm traveling around Europe and all I can think about is all the shows I'm missing back home. It was almost a tease, turning 21 weeks before leaving. I haven't been able to walk proudly up to the scary bouncers at Bowery or Mercury yet, or not hesitate before showing my ID at Pianos. And there seems to be all these great shows I'm missing. Shush. There was a point to all this.

This week's Letter From New York called Antony Ellis of The Five O'Clock Heroes NME's new favourite rock star. Damn, those boys are gonna be huge. Give it a couple months. (Or until the next issue wink, wink). But once NME says it, it's, like, the truth, right? Please note the sarcasm, but I sure am gonna miss picking up my copy every Wednesday for half the price that it will be in Virgin when I get back. Ah addictions. What can you do?

Get to work.