Let me begin by saying that sometimes the information just isn’t there. Once in awhile our fair city gets overlooked by some bands and their booking agents when planning a tour. Usually whether or not a band comes our way could be determined on that bands amount of record sales and downloads in the region and sometimes they simply just don’t bother. It’s a cold hard fact of life and some weeks there just isn’t shit going on. This is one of those weeks.
So, I’d like to start off by asking for folks to throw me a bone and lend me a hand. If you know of a show let me know. If there are some bands you would like to read about, shoot me an email and tell me what the hell you would like to read about when it comes to music. At the same time, if you send me something about Nickleback or Three Doors Down I will kindly reply that they are crap and I won’t waste the time because I quite simply just don’t give a damn. It’s a shocking abuse of authority, I know, but I want originality and passion and I want to talk about bands, labels, shows etc, that need exposure. Nickelback already has the entire nation of Canada’s rapt attention, apparently, and they don’t need mine.
As far as shows goes this week, there looks to be only one that may raise a few dudes off the couch. Flogging Molly is at Bogart’s on Tuesday. I’m not a huge fan, but I have seen them live and they do put on one hell of a Punk/Folk infused beer-raising good time.
Some new CD releases scheduled for Tuesday that might strike some fancies: Gorillaz return with the groups third album, Plastic Beach. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club strike again with Beat The Devil’s Tattoo. Hip Hop funnyman Ludacris returns with his new one Battle Of The Sexes. Leonard Cohen releases LC’s Jukebox (don’t worry, “Hallelujah” isn’t on it). Also, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists’ newest effort, The Brutalist Bricks hits stores tomorrow.
So that’s it, don’t forget to check out next week and please don’t forget to let me know what you want!
“Queen City” is a title earned, not given. It takes talent and dedication to keep up that status.
Talent, along with beer, juggling, double entendres, transvestites, strip teases, and table humping.
Yes, the spirit of Bockfest is alive and well. Having already gotten my fill ofmonks and goats during Friday’s parade, I was ready for something different. And the 2010 Sausage Queen competition is nothing if not different.
For weeks, Sausage Queen hopefuls had competed just to get this far. They came from far and wide to compete at bars like Arnold’s and The Comet. Some saw their hard work rewarded. Others watched their dreams shatter before their eyes. And finally, four finalists descended on Bockfest Hall in Over-the-Rhine with one mission: to wear a crudely made sash and tiara and walk with goats and drunks in next year’s parade.
This year’s competition drew finalists from all walk’s of life: three women and a dude calling himself Abe Froman, a la Ferris Bueller. The reference to one of mankind’s greatest cinematic achievements did not win him any favor with the crowd. They booed him mercilessly as soon as he referenced Chicago, and again when he claimed to be the only one on stage with an actual sausage. That was a rookie mistake. Not only was a cross-dresser named Brooklyn on the judging panel, but so was celebrity mailman Bob, and Q102’s Jeff Thomas, who probably regretted his decision to serve on the panel almost immediately.
The videos below will say much more than any words possibly could. But first, a little context. I took these three videos during the second round of the competition. Having already answered questions about why they should be the Sausage Queen, it was time for them to show the judges their dancing abilities and pretend that the mic stand was a stripper pole.
And here ends all sense of dignity.
After that, it was time to bring in the sausage. The contestants were asked this time to make love to a platter of sausage however they saw fit. Commence table humping.
In part two, we crown the 2010 Sausage Queen, and the CincinnatiMan.com scores a worldwide exclusive with the winner. Take that, Entertainment Tonight!
In the early-to-mid 90’s there weren’t many bands better than Shudder to Think. Thing is, nobody knew about them, and those who did tended to keep them a secret. They were one of the bands who left Dischord Records for a jaunt into the world of major labels and didn’t come out of it for the better–which isn’t to say the music wasn’t great (because it was).
So, as per Nathan Linville’s request, here’s some Shudder to Think. Thanks for the suggestion, bud.
I don’t play video games much these days, and haven’t for a long time. But I’ve always loved baseball games, from Atari’s version on up through Baseball Stars (SNK Crushers FTW!). The baseball games for this year look freaking amazing. Wow.
Things were different when you were a kid. For weeks and weeks, you looked forward to your birthday. What presents would you get? Did you have out-of-town relatives who would mail presents to you? That was even better. It made your birthday celebration last and last as cards with cash or boxes of Hot Wheels showed up in the mailbox.
But now you’re old. You don’t get many presents now. You look forward to getting drunk. Maybe the woman in your life will give you a blumpkin. A guy can dream, right?
Rekindle that lost enthusiasm with this weekend’s Bockfest. It’s one of Cincinnati’s finest celebrations of beer. And after everything beer has done for you, don’t you think it deserves your attendance at the party? You might be older and jaded now, but beer can bring out the child in every man. It can also bring out the asshole, but let’s not focus on the negative.
Bockfest has been building up all week, but it really hits full stride this weekend. Check out the parade Friday evening, hit up one of brewery tours Saturday and stop by the “Sausage Queen” pageant, and top it all off Sunday when they will set a snowman on fire.
The Cincinnati Man will have it covered for you Monday, but you should really check it out for yourself.
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As far as shows goes this week, there looks to be only one that may raise a few dudes off the couch. Flogging Molly is at Bogart’s on Tuesday. I’m not a huge fan, but I have seen them live and they do put on one hell of a Punk/Folk infused beer-raising good time.
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