Talib Kweli and Billy Dee Williams are about to have beef, yo. According to the rapper's Twitter feed (@RealTalibKweli) he didn't approve of Colt 45 Blast's sponsorship of his upcoming show at The Granada in Lawrence.
By now, we're sure you've all listened to, and formed your opinions of, the new Radiohead album, King of Limbs. But just when we thought the alt-rock gods couldn't get any more popular, Fox News got ahold of the album and, um, listened to it backwards.
Apparently, Radiohead is a lot more influential than we originally thought.
A local door guy tells us what makes him tick -- or get ticked off.
First off, I hate the term "bouncer." At best, it brings to mind a Swayze-esque badass; at worst, a meathead on a power trip. I always use the term "doorman": It's nicer, and doesn't reek of Axe and steroids.
There aren't many people who take a door job as a career. It's either bench-warming to work behind the bar, or extra income to supplement a day job. That's the reason most doormen are stoic or, as some of you say, "grumpy." (If you think it's cute to tell the doorman to smile, you're lucky to get in at all.)
No one likes Ticketmaster. No one wants to come to Ticketmaster's keg party, and no one wants to sit at its lunch table. (Would you want to hang around someone who's constantly pawning dozens of dollars off of you for "convenience fees"? Hell, no.)
Apparently, Ticketmaster is tired of having its proverbial car keyed in the high school parking lot. The company has started a blog explaining why they're not ripping you off. (Or, rather, why they're still going to rip you off, price-wise, but they'll be more up front about it this time.) It's called Ticketology, and it begins with this line: "We get it -- you don't like service fees." Right-o, Ticketmaster. We don't. But, look, change!
More after the jump.
Of course, the Phelps family (a.k.a. the Westboro Baptist Church) was protesting Lady Gaga's show at the Sprint Center last night. But here's a video of 96.5 The Buzz's openly gay radio host, Scoops, lookin' fine in pleather and a bra, kissing Megan Phelps-Roper on the cheek. What?
No one's harder on a sound man than another sound man. Need proof? Attend a rock show with an audio engineer -- who's not working the board. (Warning: I do this all the time and don't actually recommend it.) You'll swear you can see the off-duty engineer squinting his (or her) ears, dissecting the other engineer's every twist (or non-twist) of the knobs. What to the untrained ear sounds like a passably amplified song can torture someone who would have upped the high end or limited some subtle distortion.
Audio engineers -- and their ability to separate sound like so many threads of tone and buzz and hiss -- amaze me. But occasionally those magic ears fail, or the equipment does. And then, even those of us with less advanced holes in our heads for hearing can tell that something's wrong.
And this shit is hot, son! Hot like the burning fires of hell, to which us sinners will be delivered in time!
LOOKS GREAT TO ME!
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