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It has come to my attention that occasionally people read my blog and I am one lazy ass blogger.

Well, that is coming to an end people. Starting today I am going to be snarky and bitchy more often. I am going to tell you all about the attitudes and ineptitudes of the Burlington social scene-- right here.

On Saturday night, I went to an “all ages” show at a place called OddFellows Hall on North Avenue. The band was Pretty and Nice —that’s their name, not my review, the music didn’t totally suck. What sucked was the 17 year old kids drinking from the keg and dancing around like drunken 17 year olds. Not cool. It made me feel old and responsible, and honestly I was hoping to drink from the keg and dance like a drunken 17 year old…but the little punks ruined it for me. I felt like the foil on a Scooby Doo episode, “I would have had fun too---if it wasn’t for you meddling kids!”

Will Winooski become Burlington's Brooklyn? Discuss

Many of our favorite scenesters made the long trip all the way to Winooski proper for a poptastic show on Friday at the Monkey House. Brett Hughes played his usual mix of countryish rock songs and looked darn handsome while doing it. The Emmys should give him another award for the Best Devilish smile.
The Smittens played a long set after a few months apart (sounds like the British Isles agree with Max). The Smittens held it together on stage as one crazy fan was full of dance fever and probably cheap rum as well. Despite the disorderly conduct, the rest of the crowd danced on, as the Greek one did his best rock out on stage ever. Captain faggot as rock god---tricky.
Fun was had, beer was consumed and a nautical party plan was hatched.
Good times.

8th Annual Academy Awards Night Party

The most fabulous night of the year has come and gone and as always Mr. David Zacharis hosted a party that will be talked about incessantly until next year's Oscar ceremony and beyond. With some minor trials and tribulations in the early part of the evening, the party swiftly moved to a new location without incident. The glamorous early arrivals of Holly Chagnon, Lida Winfield and Alison Emerson quickly transitioned to the new venue with aplomb to meet and greet before the telecast began.

In recognition of the true spirit of the evening, pot-luck king, Gaylord, won best dressed honors for a perfect black tie ensemble. Something more young men should aspire to in this snowy land of fleece and flannel! The ladies at the bash were (as usual) much better dressed than the gentleman. It is only a few dapper boys that raise the bar in this hole-in-the-wall we call a city. This academy of one wishes to recognize David, Gaylord and Richard for their extraordinary efforts in the field of black tie dressing. However, these few can only do so much in the face of such adversity.

Three issues to address:

1. sweatpants are unacceptable at all times (and not just at black tie events, I mean at all times)
2. a jacket over a t-shirt is not creative black tie, it's not even business casual
3. crazy pin ball loving jukebox players are subject to a 5 second delay for all future Oscar telecasts

Hopefully, I will have photos to post for you soon. At that time I will be accepting comments on how fabulous yours truly looked in a floor length wine colored gown and strappy heels.

until then...

They say trouble comes in 3's and I think I believe them.

Any one that knows me, knows that I have a soft spot for really tall boys named Max. First there's Max Fauser, and of course my new(ish) best friend Max Andrucki of the Smittens and now Max from The Jazz Guys. I've never spoken more than a word or two to Max Schwartz, but after 2 excellent rock shows on Friday, I have to say, double yum with a side of hot. First at 135 Pearl behind the korg, looking cute and fit in a track suit and later at metronome in the tight pants playing with The Jazz Guys. Hello, crush-much?
Speaking of crushes, how cute was Arthur Adams/ Blammos? Cute enough to go swoon for him on Sunday evening at the Radio Bean, he's quite talented as well, but I digress... His brother works at my grocery store, and I go to his line all the time (because he's so cute) never suspecting the connection to musical hotness was so close.
Friday night for the most part was quite fun, it had a good beat, and you could dance to it. One major rock star of the evening making a poor choice of tucking in a white button down shirt can be overlooked- but if he was going on the Colbert Report, he'd be on notice. TTFN.
PS Colin Clary has a fantastic hair cut.

Too Cool for School

Suggested Donation; Five Dollars
Price of a beer: Four dollars and twenty five cents.
"We are the World" sing-a-long: Priceless.
A benefit show at Club Metronome brought a super group of Burlingtonian proportions to the stage, to sing "We are the World." The crowd of hip kids soon joined in song and swayed along to the pop anthem like we were in the 3rd grade, saving the starving children of Africa all over again (If any one cares to check, there are still starving children in Africa, that one song didn't really save them all).
And let's hear it for cover songs in general. It has long been my opinion that cover songs are poorly chosen and not put in proper context in live shows. Friday night I was happy to see one of my favorite bands, (beating out Coldplay for the 2nd year in a row!) Colin Clary and the Magogs ending their set with a cover of "Sloop John B". Can't wait to see it when missing Magog, Dana Kaplan returns.
In all the night was a lot of fun for a good cause, and in the spirit of goodwill I will only make one fashion judgement, some one in Fire the Cannons, should fire their hairdresser (and his name is Shawn Flanagan).
TTFN

I'm with the band

Doorman: Cover charge is 3 dollars.
Me: Uh, I think my name is, like, on the list?
Doorman gives disparaging look, as if to say, "C'mon it's 3 dollars you cheap slut."
This scene would have taken place, had I realized that I was on the list. Luckily, I escaped the ridicule of the Club Metronome bouncer and paid my own way into last night's show. Well worth my three dollars, the Smittens played early and allowed this party girl to get her required beauty sleep!

As we wind our way into the winter season in Vermont, fashion always takes a little dive. A warning for future posts: bulky cable knit sweaters, smelly long underwear worn as outerwear and anything one would wear on a hunting trip will be mocked. Last night was just the beginning of a long hard fashion winter, and I am forecasting trouble ahead.

People on the scene were a diverse bunch, as Tuesday night shows prove to be unreliable draws. A (not to be named) Burlington city councilman was there and quite intoxicated. This gossip girl had the indistinct pleasure of an introduction. Mr. Councilman informed me that he really enjoyed my music as he swayed slightly and offered me his hand to shake. I did not feel compelled to tell him that I don't play any music. Chances are he was too far gone to feel embarrassment or remember the faux pas in the morning.

October is for birthdays

Many friends and lovers came out to celebrate the birth date of Colin Clary. The prolific singer, songwriter and professor of Yow! looked happy indeed. Sweater weather or not, Colin traded in his classic stripey sweater look for a more urban cowboy look, which worked well for him. As usual, the lovely Anastasia took care of the finer details of the party and assured a great time by all.