Everyone's favorite KFC container-clad guitar shredder makes his way to SF next month. Catch Buckethead throw down some wicked riffs at Great American Music Hall Feb. 14 and 15. Because there's nothing quite like headbanging alongside your shnookums. -- ASD Staff Report
Yesterday's Chron reported that the RIAA is continuing down its college student hit list, this time targeting a UCSC legal studies student charged with sharing 599 songs. Good news is she plans on fighting the charges. Bad news is the RIAA seems to have deep pockets and a deeper thirst for student bank accounts (and those of their parents). From the Chron:
"It's horrible," said Miles, who insists she did nothing wrong and can't afford to settle. "I just don't think that these people realize that they're ruining people's lives."
Apparently a lot of people have never gotten over R. Kelly's musical...opera, spectacle, odyssey, epic...whatever you want to call it. I call "Trapped in the Closet" pretty prog rock, what with all the characters, themes, emotions and storyline involved. It's kinda almost like King Crimson did R&B, but not really. There's no doubting R. Kelly's "masterpiece" is grandiose as fuck, and you can be part of it at the Trapped in the Closet Sing-Along taking place at the Mezzanine this weekend. Here's your chance to belt out, "Oh my God, a rubber, rubber, rubber!" in public without humiliating yourself. And here's to the first official R. Kelly post without a piss joke! Hurray! -- ASD Staff Report
John Edward may remain the "Biggest Douche in the Universe" according to "South Park," but he still tours the country as part of "John Edward Across the Country." The psychic and former host of "Cross Over with John Edward" will do his thing at the Nob Hill Masonic Center on February 1 and tickets start at $60. Hopefully he'll chat it up with the Freemasons. Fingers crossed for George Washington, Teddy Roosevelt or Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Tickets are available through the Nob Hill Masonic Center.
Few things delight the youth in me more than fecal jokes and art. However, the two individually pale in comparison to their potential as a team. On February 2 from 6pm-12am the Art Alley Gallery will host the shittiest night ever: Deja Poo. The event promises an opportunity to "play with poop clay," listen to live performances and "see some crappy art." Other activities include sharing poo tales, eating/drinking poo influenced goods, "mud" wrasslin and a poo shaped pinata. And it's free! Sounds like the crap dreams are made of.
More information at the Art Alley Gallery Myspace.
