Subtle Bluntness

Some people are retiring FGF because it’s blog laziness.  I love laziness, so I’ll probably be the last one to keep the meme going.  Not that I’ve done it lately, but I’ll do it now.  I saw these guys, The 23 String Band, at Forecastle Festival on Friday afternoon.  They were awesome (and nice guys, [...]

Sara Bareilles has an Adrien Brody nose and I’m not sure about this new guitar-less Rivers Cuomo, but the show tonight should be awesome nonetheless.  I haven’t seen them since they toured for the Green Album and I drove down to Nashville with my old Japanese roommate Junya and Jess, the biggest Weezer fan I [...]

Blame this one on PopFi and a road sign hacker in Stephens Point, Wisconsin.  Featuring the supposed-vocals of one Jack White.

At what point does a group go from “good for a comedy band” to just plain good?  Is there a certain threshold?  I don’t know.  I’m sure there is, but I think it’s something that can’t really be quantified.  I just know that if Here Come The Mummies didn’t sing anything, I’d still love this [...]

There’s just something about music in its purest form.  A dude picks up a guitar and sings a tune.  It’s just so… soothing?  Spiritual?  Effortlessly cool?  I’m no Ted Leo, but one of these days I’m going to find the time to become that guy who can walk into your house, see a guitar sitting [...]

I can only imagine how many revolutions per minute Kurt is doing in his grave right now, knowing that R-Patz is going to play him in a Nirvana biopic.  I hope this doesn’t happen.  (Especially since Courtney is involved in the project in an official capacity, which means they’ll leave out the part of the [...]

Dear Mr. Coffee,
I know you’re up there in heaven, looking down on me.  I know that whenever I need you, you’ll be there to perk my brain up with your stimulating black blood.  That’s why you’re the best fictional person ever.   Please fill me with your warmth and artificial energy, because until I can replace [...]

A friend of mine got on me about my recent lack of Feel Good Friday, so rather than torture him with some Mr. Trololo or Crispin Hellion Glover, I decided to put the fear of God into him.  Or at least, put the Fear of Fear into him.

Enjoy this delicious bowl of weird pudding.