One of the perks of hanging around the Vice office is the steady influx of free stuff. Someone posted recently about getting free makeup and that’s all well and good for the makeup wearing crowd, but what about something for the men? You know, something to get the ol’ XY pistons a-pumpin’ with all the power of eight stupid cylinders, if you follow my meaning. Well, my prayers were answered yesterday in the form of McGraw by Tim McGraw—the new men’s fragrance by Tim McGraw. Manliness itself bottled.
Vice UK Events Manager Claire Bartolomeo is pretty much the best blagger in the business. She's on every guest list, gets great stuff sent to her for free, and also moonlights as international superstar DJ. Sometimes, after she finishes up in the office, Claire hops on a flight to Ibiza (we know, but whatever), plays records to whooping clubbers, flies back at 5AM, and then skips back into work the next day. Last week she flew out to Japan with her BFF Kele Okereke from Bloc Party, who were over there to play the Fuji Rock Festival. Here's her photoblog. She also took this pretty rare footage of Bloc Party as they huddled/cuddled just before hitting the stage and performing to 100,000 Japanese kids.
Being an American here in Australia, I am often embarrassed and frustrated by the ingorance that is implied for simply being a "yank." Many fools here think I'm some flag-waving racist just because I won't pretend I'm from Canada. Movies like this don't fucking help my cause one goddamn bit! Yesterday, I spent at least $13 to see the new CSNY tour 'doco' (see, I'm getting it!) Deja Vu' and I spent the better part of 90 minutes feeling as if I was holding back the barf with a freshly used dog dildo.
Tonight the version of Alex Minoff's Golden that includes Ian Eagleson, Onyango Jagwasi, Onyango Wuod Omari, and Opiyo Bilongo is playing at the Knitting Factory. I wish we had something funny to say about them, but they are simply a good band involving three Kenyan dudes that you should see instead of drinking alone on your couch. Sorry.
To accompany the first episode of Integrity's now legendary secret show at the Old Blue Last, here are a couple of bonus clips of the band's guitarist "Brewer". The first one features Brewer enjoying the company of a young lady backstage at a recent show on Integrity's current European tour with Converge. The second—shot the very next day—shows Brewer getting married to a completely different woman he met that day in Italy. Class act.
Well shit. We were all set to lay into Johnny Ryan for helping Sarah Silverman recycle a six-year-old joke about girls crapping WORD FOR WORD in the latest issue of Monkey Bicycle, but then we found out they put the comic together a little after it came out in the magazine and the Bicycle people decided for whatever reason to sit on it for half a decade. Now what are we supposed to do? Chide a joke zine that comes out roughly once a year for being late to the game? It just feels so empty.
Heads up, residents of Ontario: We've put together a pretty huge summer photo contest to coincide with our Photo Issue being out this month. Check out our contest page for more details on how you can win a Nikon Cool Pix camera from Henry's, $500.00 worth of film developing at Pikto, as well as a copy of the Vice Photo Book and our Photo Issue. The winning entries will also be posted on our blog, which isn't all bad, right? There's no imposed theme either, so please just entertain us for once in your life.
Instead of sifting through the toilet that is the list of films on at the Melbourne International Film Festival tonight let me make it easier for you. The Kino is screening The Night James Brown Saved Boston, a flim about how The Godfather somehow stopped gaggles of raging negroes from destoying the city of Boston after the assassination of Martin Luther King. I wonder where he had time to fit that in? Maybe he scheduled it in between snorting Columbia out of a back-up singers' snatch or having another kid with one of them. Who knows and who cares.