Just about everyone that I follow on Twitter watched Michael Jackson's memorial so I didn't have to. The salient points seem to be: Jennifer Hudson was great, his daughter Paris spoke (for the first time on camera possibly?), and his coffin is flashy. If I was Michael Jackson I would have decreed in my will that Michael Jackson and Bubbles be hollowed out, hinged, and converted into a reliquary which stored my skeleton. And Bubbles' skeleton, obvs. In all seriousness though, while I hope MJ is in a better place and I do feel sorry for his kids, mourning the person(a) Michael presented to the public feels like mourning a fax of a photograph of a life-sized cardboard cutout of a person. I think I'll just listen to "I Want to Be Where You Are" ten times in a row today.
Sunset Rubdown plays Logan Square Auditorium tonight with fellow Montreal...ians Witchies and Elfin Saddle. Their most recent album Dragonslayer is arguably their most accessible and has taken them well past "Wolf Parade side project" status into just plain old "great band."
A friend saw a sticker for Cute Chicago Boys in the bathroom of The Empty Bottle and texted me to go check it out and report back. Ditch the rating system and update it regularly and this will be a "check every day" site. Keep it up, CBILF-hunters.