*distracted*

I'm supposed to be working on a fic that's been in-progress for months (no, really, not kidding), and I had iTunes open with Garbage playing for inspiration. Instead I was struck once again by how amazing Butch Vig is.

I mean, I love the stuff he does with Garbage, like A Stroke Of Luck, like all of Bleed Like Me, but beyond that. His career as a producer! Sonic Youth! Smashing Pumpkins! Nirvana! I'm not a huge fan of Kurt Cobain, although I love appreciate the way Nirvana and the grunge explosion changed music, but seriously, listen to Polly (I assume everybody has Nevermind because it's a classic, but I'll share, just in case). You know that moment, about 1:45 or so in? Cobain starts to sing when he wasn't supposed to. It was a mistake. And Vig convinced them to keep that version.

I know that it leaked back in October that he would be producing Green Day's new album, and GD talked about it on their website and in their cover article in AP. PLEASE COME OUT SOON, KTHNX.

Is it bad that I'm hoping that Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles flops so that Shirley Manson doesn't have other commitments and Garbage's hiatus ends soon?



Tangent: Last night we watched Perfume: The Story of a Murderer. (Heh. Scentless Apprentice. Perhaps that's why I felt the need to listen to Garbage, via the Nirvana/Vig connection?), which was in our NetFlix queue simply because Alan Rickman played M. Richis. I probably would have watched anyway, b/c I enjoyed the book - even though I am rarely pleased with movie adaptations of books I enjoy. But still. Alan Rickman. :) Perhaps I need to review the Harry Potter movies. Hm... movie marathon tonight? Possibly.



I've asked why_me_why_not why there isn't any (more?) gen-fic related to Matt Cortez teching for Panic on their first headlining tour. WHY? I mean, come on! Ryan Ross was a My Chem fanboy! You can't tell me he didn't know who Cortez was! I can totally imagine fic about Ryan trying to be cool because he's totally a rock star now, not a fanboy, but it's Matt, who's worked with MCR for years! And internet stalking fanboying Pete Wentz totally worked, so he just needs to find a way to act cool and be friendly with Matt. Spencer's all, "You're being a creepy fanboy. Just go talk to him." And Matt, he feels bad, because he's sort of not hanging out with the band at all, even though Ronick and Bartram and that Urie kid invited him, because Frank's already called multiple times from the Paramour while MCR're recording; Frank ranted about these kids and their stupid dance-punk-emo crap upstaging them, wanting to know when Matt's done with their tour, making sure he'll be there for MCR when the Black Parade tour kicks off. Seriously. This fic must exist, right? WHERE IS IT?

Guys. GUYS!

The squeaky squealing you just heard was me, expressing my glee that why_me_why_not posted her barista!Jon fic!

(Why, yes, it *does* deserve exclamation marks!)

an instance of having the wrong idea
Bandom || Jon/Spencer, Brendon/Tom || Teen || ~4500 words
If it wasn't for Brendon, Jon wouldn't even have to try; Spencer would be all over him as soon as he smiled.