Archive for May, 2008

22nd one!

Posted in awesomeness, punk rock on May 3, 2008 by Dave K.

Here’s the ‘cast!

Wow, a new website AND a new update! If I had suspenders, I’d be snapping them right now. Of course, my upload server of choice, Filenanny, appears to have bitten ye olde dust, so I’ll have to find another place to store my past shows. But more on that later.

This marks a new period in the Brasserie’s gradual evolution, because I’ve decided to replace most of the vocal breaks with hilarious/ironic/terrifying sound clips taken from here and there around the Internet (sermons are a favorite, if only to expose how crazy and sheltered religious people can be). It was an easy choice to make, given that the alternative was me babbling semi-coherently into the microphone for several takes per break and getting more frustrated with each one. Plus, these days I sound like my sinuses are filled with concrete, which may very well be true, so I’ll pop on for DK’s Word of the Day (a new segment!) and leave it at that. Today’s word, which you’ll hear defined in the podcast itself, was criterion.

Playlist:
No One’s Hero – Broken Bones
the Epoxies – Need More Time
Jump Off A Building – Waste It
Fucked Up – Baiting the Public
Season of Nightmares – Voodoo Queen

Tranzmitors – Bigger Houses
the Tremors – Two Timin’ Man
So Unloved – Asshole
The Young Werewolves – Black Cat
the Hipshakes – Bangy Bang

Village Pistols – Big Money
TV Eyes – Bored
the Lunatics – Rocknuts
Vitamin X – Bad Trip
the Fire Dept. – You’re Too Much

Lords of the Highway – Johnny Psycho
Bayonettes – Stuck In This Rut
Neos – Destruct
Bankrupt – Record Store Renegade
Kompressor – You Have To Synthesize

*The chunks of sermon you heard in today’s podcast were taken from sermonaudio.com; the speakers were Ricky Jones and Mark Monte. And yes, they scare me too.

whee!

Posted in insignificant milestone with tags on May 2, 2008 by Dave K.

And now I make the commute to WordPress. Fun times!

Here’s an awesome picture of a dinosaur whose meteorite-borne death would, millions of generations down the line, explain Chicken Little’s fear of the sky falling:

Here is a dinosaur for you.