*distracted*
Jan. 11th, 2009 04:40 pmI'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 Ilove 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.
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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?
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
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
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Date: 2009-01-12 02:22 am (UTC)TEAMNAKEDPICS
OKAY, SERIOUSLY TELL ME IF THIS GETS/HAS GOTTEN ANNOYING.
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Date: 2009-01-11 11:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for the tunes... I have some earlier Garbage, but not these two. &hearts
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Date: 2009-01-12 12:45 am (UTC)Teamnakedpics is never gonna get finished, like EVER. We should compare notes and see what exactly there is that needs to be written and get it done this week.
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Date: 2009-01-12 12:57 am (UTC)I cannot do a bigbang. I am incapable of writing something that requires a commitment of 20k words. So you're safe!
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Date: 2009-01-12 01:19 am (UTC)I adore Garbage, and I adore Green Day, and OMG. I'll start counting down the days until it comes out, I really will.
It took me years and years to get into Nivana, and then I figured out that it wasn't so much that I liked their music as it was I liked albums produced by Butch Vig. Because Nevermind is fantastic, but the other two leave me cold. And I went through most of a friend's music collection and picked out Vig productions as my favorites knowing nothing about the groups or behind the scenes stuff.
The odds of Terminator getting another season are way low. It's my favorite show this season, but I'm resigned to it not lasting long. The ratings keep falling.
Also, Cortez with the Discos would be hilarious.
(found this via
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Date: 2009-01-12 01:30 am (UTC)Here's first part of the interview (http://altpress.com/features/273.htm).
It leaked back in October when Shirley did an interview with... Carson Daly, maybe? Kimmel? One of the late-night shows. And when they asked about Garbage, she let slip that Vig was working on Green Day's new album, keeping busy.
Eh. I like Nevermind a lot and have fond fond memories of listening to it back in the day, and I appreciate that they changed the way music and rock was categorized and marketed and what "alternative" is, but I'm not the world's biggest fan of Nirvana.
See, I've never even WATCHED Terminator, so I might like it. And I like Shirley! I just... want Garbage to end their hiatus. Because they are awesome. I know it's been relegated to Friday nights when the new eps start, and I don't think that's good news for them. Nothing good ever comes from being broadcast on a night when the most popular target audience is usually not at home watching TV, right?
Dude. I imagine Cortez hanging out with the Lucent dancers, trying to ~distract himself, because he's trying not to get involved in any of the Discos' drama.
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Date: 2009-01-12 02:32 am (UTC)I am so wanting this fic. Quit talking about it!!
Are you online so I can bug you about teamnakedpics?
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Date: 2009-01-12 02:34 am (UTC)Crys is distracting me by prodding me to write Tom/Gabe rather than work on barista!Jon. HELP!
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Date: 2009-01-12 02:40 am (UTC)Um, Tom/Gabe? That... is intriguing. Mostly b/c I would LOVE to see the look on William's face the first time he realizes. But anyway. BARISTA!FIC! Because I want to imagine Tom/Brendon to along with it, okay?
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Date: 2009-01-12 02:49 am (UTC)Remember the drabble I wrote with Tom running into Gabe in the airport? Yeah, Crys is pushing for me to continue that:
When they return from what Tom thought would be an awkward conversation over coffee but actually turned out to be not that different from any other time he'd ever hung out with Gabe, they see the main sign flashing 'delayed' or 'cancelled' in red for nearly every flight.
“It was really putting it down out there when we landed,” Gabe remarks, one hand on Tom’s shoulder. “I guess it didn’t let up.”
“Just my fucking luck,” Tom grumbles, trying to remember where his ticket counter is and wondering if he even knows anyone in Indianapolis.
“I’d say you’re actually very much in luck,” Gabe says with a smirk, tugging on the strap of Tom’s bag. “C’mon, I saw a TGIFridays over by the gate where we landed. I’ll buy the drinks if you buy dinner.”
That’s an offer Tom’s pretty sure he can’t pass up, so he dutifully follows Gabe through the crowd.
He waits to dig out his cell phone until they’ve worked their way to the bar and are settled in with a basket of fries and a couple of scary-looking drinks. He would have been fine with a beer, but Gabe’s buying and he insisted on this special concoction that he instructed the bartender to make.
Tom dials Jon and isn’t all that surprised to get voicemail. “Hey, it’s me. I’m kinda stuck in Indianapolis; snowstorm has us all grounded. I’ll try to get there tomorrow but don’t count on it. You guys go on ahead without me; once we’re back up I can try to get a plane out to Cancun to meet you.”
“Girlfriend?” Gabe mouths as Tom’s talking.
Tom shakes his head and mouths back, “Jon.”
“JWalk!” Gabe leans close to Tom so he can yell into the phone. “Don’t worry, Jonny Walker, I’ll take good care of your boy.”
Tom laughs and pushes Gabe away. “I obviously ran into Gabe Saporta. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, you may want to worry.”
Gabe smirks at Tom as he hangs up the phone. “Worried about being alone with me?”
“Nah, I’m pretty sure I can handle you.” Tom tilts his glass towards Gabe in salute and takes a long drink of the hideously purple liquid. It’s pretty smooth, doesn’t taste bad at all, and that should be his first clue. Still, he doesn’t think anything about it, about the way he always seems to have an full glass waiting before he finishes the one he’s on, and he’s wondering exactly what is in the mix because he’s definitely not feeling drunk. Maybe a little bit tipsy, a little loose with his laughter, a little bit of extra heat to his cheeks, but nothing more than that. At least, he doesn’t think so until he stands up, and immediately has to grab onto the top of the bar to steady himself. “Whoa.”
His vision is filled with a grinning Gabe. “Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.” Gabe wraps his arm around Tom’s waist to hold him up and signals to the bartender for their tab.
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Date: 2009-01-12 03:31 am (UTC)I want to do an entire picspam of Gabe and his glasses: sunglasses, dorky glasses, real glasses. Actually, I was looking this afternoon, and I realized I have another ~60 additional pics of band dudes in glasses and shades. They're just so pretty. Travie, Suarez, Gabe, Patrick, Mikey, Frank, William, Andy, Bden. All so very shiny and distracting... :D
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Date: 2009-01-12 03:34 am (UTC)Guh, I would totally drool over that picspam.
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Date: 2009-01-12 04:14 am (UTC)His tongue poking out! The glasses! The hat! (Also, his ARM - MUSCLES!)
But then there's Patrick:
In ARGYLE! AND HAT! AND GLASSES! I don't know how he makes them hot, but he DOES!
And then we have this:
Joe Troh is smoking hot here, and Patrick in glasses is a bonus.
YES. The facial hair + chest hair= lupine, I think.
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Date: 2009-01-12 04:43 am (UTC)Tom is totally a werewolf.
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