Time is more valuable than money. One can acquire additional money. One cannot acquire additional time. Since Platinum Bunny Multimedia’s inception, I have enhanced my portfolio with exciting and intensive, yet unanticipated projects. Culture Popped, Googling Atlee Hammaker, and Gossip CBUS’ requirements conflict with these projects and therefore compromise must occur.
Generation Chatter , via a one hour weekday webcast and my twitter, will unite Culture Popped’s expansive opinion, Googling Atlee Hammaker’s expeditious comedy, and Gossip CBUS’ social and special event coverage. My twitter account, which averages over fifty tweets per day, has been operational since earlier this month. Generation Chatter’s initial webcast will occur on Monday.
In our modern online environment, one must remain nimble and properly allocate every moment. While Culture Popped, Googling Atlee Hammaker, and Gossip CBUS archives will remain available, their practical existence has concluded. Generation Chatter and my twitter will serve as my public method of communication. This announcement and decision will continue my current interests and permit supplementary projects.
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Showing posts with label GCBUS Exclusive. Show all posts
Friday, August 14, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Drew Hanson Renounces CBUS
Tonight, Drew Hanson posted the following on his facebook page…
I have spent years thinking about it, fearing it, desiring it, and losing sleep over it. When is the day I say goodbye? Mind you during that whole cancer thing it took on a whole new life or death kinda meaning... but never the less it brings me to today.
I moved to Columbus when I was 18 years old to work 5 hours a week on WNCI. It was pathetic actually but I was so hungry to make myself a giant among giants with what little air time I had and would do & sacrifice anything to do it. I wanted to be funny, I wanted to be controversial... but most of all I just wanted you to know who I was.
I accomplished everything I ever wanted to accomplish in the city I fell in love with... but like many relationships through time things have become strained and bitter. When I look at the city now I don't feel that hunger to be something great anymore. I don't feel that old feeling at 6:57pm on a Sunday before I crack the mic. I feel pain... I feel anxiety... I feel tired and broken.
I see burned bridges... I see failed relationships... I see backstabbing of friends I trusted... I see failure after failure after failure to balance every success I could ever imagine having on the scorecard of life. Sadly though the biggest and most frightening thing of all I see..... routine.
Branching outside Cbus to spin the past several months has been eye opening for me. Its given me a confidence in my abilities not only as a DJ not defined by his reputation as an "asshole" or "man whore"... but by my actual ability to do the job and do it well.
I have confidence that through the lessons I have learned through an extreme balance of success and failure I have developed a formula. My mentors have taught me if you want to make an impact on your city you must have a statewide vision. To make an impact on a state you must have a country vision... and so on. I can no longer spend my life having a vision of just one city.
On September 1st I'm leaving Columbus. I can't confirm any other fact at this point other than that. More details soon...
I have spent years thinking about it, fearing it, desiring it, and losing sleep over it. When is the day I say goodbye? Mind you during that whole cancer thing it took on a whole new life or death kinda meaning... but never the less it brings me to today.
I moved to Columbus when I was 18 years old to work 5 hours a week on WNCI. It was pathetic actually but I was so hungry to make myself a giant among giants with what little air time I had and would do & sacrifice anything to do it. I wanted to be funny, I wanted to be controversial... but most of all I just wanted you to know who I was.
I accomplished everything I ever wanted to accomplish in the city I fell in love with... but like many relationships through time things have become strained and bitter. When I look at the city now I don't feel that hunger to be something great anymore. I don't feel that old feeling at 6:57pm on a Sunday before I crack the mic. I feel pain... I feel anxiety... I feel tired and broken.
I see burned bridges... I see failed relationships... I see backstabbing of friends I trusted... I see failure after failure after failure to balance every success I could ever imagine having on the scorecard of life. Sadly though the biggest and most frightening thing of all I see..... routine.
Branching outside Cbus to spin the past several months has been eye opening for me. Its given me a confidence in my abilities not only as a DJ not defined by his reputation as an "asshole" or "man whore"... but by my actual ability to do the job and do it well.
I have confidence that through the lessons I have learned through an extreme balance of success and failure I have developed a formula. My mentors have taught me if you want to make an impact on your city you must have a statewide vision. To make an impact on a state you must have a country vision... and so on. I can no longer spend my life having a vision of just one city.
On September 1st I'm leaving Columbus. I can't confirm any other fact at this point other than that. More details soon...
Monday, July 27, 2009
While We Were Away
From Columbus to Philadelphia, Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day advances his career. Mike Material supplants him. Kattie Minx renounces her superstar slinger status. McFadden’s, General Manager Damien Fuller, and Emily Rose Perfection separate… Gossip CBUS has been away awhile…
We’ve returned and Always Live will recount what we’ve missed…
We’ve returned and Always Live will recount what we’ve missed…
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Gossip CBUS Announces Our Future
Tonight, Gossip CBUS Creator Raymond Smalley announces the formation of Platinum Bunny Multimedia. This enterprise will ensure the viability of all current and future ventures.
Occasionally, progress requires reconfiguration and reflection. Gossip CBUS is a categorical success. However, Platinum Bunny Multimedia will allow the incorporation of essential commercial elements. Platinum Bunny Multimedia will also allow collaboration with existing and original partners. These partnerships will be announced in the future.
Gossip CBUS will experience an alteration. Gossip CBUS will not conclude. Our commitment to this city and it’s citizens is unaltered. Our mantra as your one and only source for the hottest, trendiest, most gorgeous, and most scandalous is unalterable. Nightlife coverage and twitter may have made our imprint. However, information and volume remain our signature.
Upon Gossip CBUS’ conception, our impact was unimaginable. Our success is indisputable. No venue utilized twitter prior to our emergence. Every venue utilizes twitter now. Gossip CBUS appreciates everyone e-mailed, read, and tweeted us. You were why we succeeded. We cannot thank you enough.
In eight months, Gossip CBUS encountered enemies. Those enemies may read this announcement as our capitulation and their victory. They should read neither. This website will endure and survive those who oppose us.
As this statement concludes, Gossip CBUS expresses our sincere appreciation. In the simplest terms, this website’s objective was not competition or conflict. It was a challenge. Most observe this city as it is and ask why… I imagine a superior city and ask why not?
Occasionally, progress requires reconfiguration and reflection. Gossip CBUS is a categorical success. However, Platinum Bunny Multimedia will allow the incorporation of essential commercial elements. Platinum Bunny Multimedia will also allow collaboration with existing and original partners. These partnerships will be announced in the future.
Gossip CBUS will experience an alteration. Gossip CBUS will not conclude. Our commitment to this city and it’s citizens is unaltered. Our mantra as your one and only source for the hottest, trendiest, most gorgeous, and most scandalous is unalterable. Nightlife coverage and twitter may have made our imprint. However, information and volume remain our signature.
Upon Gossip CBUS’ conception, our impact was unimaginable. Our success is indisputable. No venue utilized twitter prior to our emergence. Every venue utilizes twitter now. Gossip CBUS appreciates everyone e-mailed, read, and tweeted us. You were why we succeeded. We cannot thank you enough.
In eight months, Gossip CBUS encountered enemies. Those enemies may read this announcement as our capitulation and their victory. They should read neither. This website will endure and survive those who oppose us.
As this statement concludes, Gossip CBUS expresses our sincere appreciation. In the simplest terms, this website’s objective was not competition or conflict. It was a challenge. Most observe this city as it is and ask why… I imagine a superior city and ask why not?
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Red White and Crew
On February 13, I typed I am not a soccer fan… But I think the Crewzers could change that… Tonight, I will find out… Gossip CBUS will twitter live as the Crew oppose the D.C. United…
Get out tonight, cheer, drink, and read our tweets… Until the final goal, you know you love me…
Get out tonight, cheer, drink, and read our tweets… Until the final goal, you know you love me…
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Mozaic Scores With People
As previously stated, Mozaic could be a scrumptious scene… Another validation of the aforesaid was evident this evening… The venue’s staff is attentive and thorough… Their diligence toward minute aspects is complimented perfectly when the drink slingers address patrons…
Adam Proficient is the consummate employee… He appreciates his craft and consistently showcases this through his actions… Maria Social may possess the premiere personality in this city… You wish you could turn ten minutes of conversation into two hours…
As much as I covet crowds and energy, people are why venues are ventured into… Moziac comprehends this and their management, servers, and slingers are a platinum compilation…
Adam Proficient is the consummate employee… He appreciates his craft and consistently showcases this through his actions… Maria Social may possess the premiere personality in this city… You wish you could turn ten minutes of conversation into two hours…
As much as I covet crowds and energy, people are why venues are ventured into… Moziac comprehends this and their management, servers, and slingers are a platinum compilation…
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009
BREAKING: Park Street Patio, Sugar Bar Allege Status, Endure Rebukes
Frog Bear and Wild Boar will host the official Red White and Boom After Party. Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar’s promotional material entitled them as “The Official Boom Headquarters.” However, Frog Bear and Wild Boar is an official sponsor of the event. Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar have no official relationship with the event.
“As far as the Red White and Boom organizers are concerned, the Frog Bear & Wild Boar is the Official Red White & Boom After Party,” said Frog Bear and Wild Boar Promotions Superstar Jeff Smith. “We work closely with the organizing committee every year. No one else has rights to the title “Official Red White & Boom After Party” but us.”
Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar have been informed of the aforesaid, according to Red White and Boom Executive Director Michael Collins. This evening, Red White and Boom Director of Operations Shawn Verhoff expanded upon this. “Park Street and Sugar have no authorization to use the red, white and boom name,” he said.
“Anyone who wants to contradict this should call the organizing firm,” said Smith. “If you check the Red White and Boom website (redwhiteandboom.org) , you’ll notice that our activities are clearly listed on their website. The interlopers are not. I believe that says everything. Frog Bear and Wild Boar is Red White and Boom. Join us for our great party on the plaza (free for everyone), and the Reaganomics indoors after the show.”
Red White and Boom’s official sponsorship material, as well as the competing venue’s contradictory material is below. Park Street Patio or Sugar Bar refused comment concerning this story.
“As far as the Red White and Boom organizers are concerned, the Frog Bear & Wild Boar is the Official Red White & Boom After Party,” said Frog Bear and Wild Boar Promotions Superstar Jeff Smith. “We work closely with the organizing committee every year. No one else has rights to the title “Official Red White & Boom After Party” but us.”
Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar have been informed of the aforesaid, according to Red White and Boom Executive Director Michael Collins. This evening, Red White and Boom Director of Operations Shawn Verhoff expanded upon this. “Park Street and Sugar have no authorization to use the red, white and boom name,” he said.
“Anyone who wants to contradict this should call the organizing firm,” said Smith. “If you check the Red White and Boom website (redwhiteandboom.org) , you’ll notice that our activities are clearly listed on their website. The interlopers are not. I believe that says everything. Frog Bear and Wild Boar is Red White and Boom. Join us for our great party on the plaza (free for everyone), and the Reaganomics indoors after the show.”
Red White and Boom’s official sponsorship material, as well as the competing venue’s contradictory material is below. Park Street Patio or Sugar Bar refused comment concerning this story.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Express Premieres Shopping Paradise
Premieres are crucial. Before you reactively roll your eyes… Before your subconscious silently refrains that one never has a second chance to make a first impression, consider the obvious… Premieres commence the conversation… And maintaining the momentum of a positive initial act is much easier than executing a superior second act…
On Thursday, I attended the Express Polaris Grand Opening Gala. The event was exemplary. The fusion of clothes and cocktails, elegance and edge provided one of the most unique experiences ever witnessed within the Fashion Place… One’s ears noted chatter and mixed music, but your eyes never left the racks (and racks) of opulence.
While the men’s collection possesses greater consistency and versatility, the women’s collection asserts several highlights… Specifically, the cotton sateen tube dress ($79.50), the twist front dress ($49.50), and the ruffle trim voile top ($39.50)… Each are casual enough for an afternoon patio lunch, stylish enough for any venue evening…
The men’s collection, encapsulated within the argyle polo ($23.70), epitomizes the intersection of casual and style… Given our current climate, consumers covet one purchase for several settings… Assimilation is imperative… The argyle polo will conform into a lecture hall, a venue, or a restaurant and one will never question their fashion aptitude…
One will also never question the fashion aptitude of Express’ staff, whose intelligence and personalities are as enticing as their apparel… Enjoy a fifteen minute conversation with one of the platinum bunnies, you will simply be smarter… Enjoy a thirty minute conversation with one of them, you will be smarter and you will purchase a minimum of one hundred dollars…
I’ve never understood those who abhor shopping… How can one abhor shopping? How can one oppose eclectic conversations and personalities, platinum bunnies, and style improvement? If those referenced ever enter Express Polaris, their mindset will be eternally altered.
On Thursday, I attended the Express Polaris Grand Opening Gala. The event was exemplary. The fusion of clothes and cocktails, elegance and edge provided one of the most unique experiences ever witnessed within the Fashion Place… One’s ears noted chatter and mixed music, but your eyes never left the racks (and racks) of opulence.
While the men’s collection possesses greater consistency and versatility, the women’s collection asserts several highlights… Specifically, the cotton sateen tube dress ($79.50), the twist front dress ($49.50), and the ruffle trim voile top ($39.50)… Each are casual enough for an afternoon patio lunch, stylish enough for any venue evening…
The men’s collection, encapsulated within the argyle polo ($23.70), epitomizes the intersection of casual and style… Given our current climate, consumers covet one purchase for several settings… Assimilation is imperative… The argyle polo will conform into a lecture hall, a venue, or a restaurant and one will never question their fashion aptitude…
One will also never question the fashion aptitude of Express’ staff, whose intelligence and personalities are as enticing as their apparel… Enjoy a fifteen minute conversation with one of the platinum bunnies, you will simply be smarter… Enjoy a thirty minute conversation with one of them, you will be smarter and you will purchase a minimum of one hundred dollars…
I’ve never understood those who abhor shopping… How can one abhor shopping? How can one oppose eclectic conversations and personalities, platinum bunnies, and style improvement? If those referenced ever enter Express Polaris, their mindset will be eternally altered.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Red White & Blog
Red White and Boom is this city’s most anticipated and spectacular showcase… Hundreds of thousands… Festivities and fireworks… One and only resource for this incomprehensible panorama.Join Gossip CBUS before you arrive, as you enjoy, and after you leave for an unprecedented view of this iconic event. From 12:00 p.m. until 3:00 a.m., our twitter will be live with the events, people, and sites, which will make the memories…
When and where will we be? You know you love me…
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Gossip CBUS Will Return
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Sugar Bar Makes Their Critics
In every law student’s initial class, an imperative and unsophisticated lesson is learned. Do not make the opponent’s case for them…
Theoretically, the Undone Lingerie Fashion Show was this evening’s subject. When I arrived, Sugar Bar’s crowd appeared energized for the exhibition. The couch klatch, dance floor, and upper mezzanine were swarmed… DJ Samurai was sizzling… And the platinum bunnies were copious…
Whether they were wearing a rainbow top with white jeans, scattered blue with dark jeans, or a gold sequin dress, the panorama and another event (which we will discuss momentarily) reminded me of Sugar Bar’s allure… They reminded me of the initial evening I ventured into the venue exactly six months ago…
This is the moment, within this column and history; that time travel occurs… From 1977-1980, Steve Rubell operated this nation’s premiere venue… Studio 54 was decadent, outlandish, and unpredictable… Celebrities craved access… Patrons craved entrance… Rubell provided surprise after spectacle for both…
Within this city, Chris Corso is Rubell. Sugar Bar is Studio 54. Yet, neither has ever attempted their potential. As I observed cash floating from the ceiling, I silently questioned why this was not an every evening occurrence. I silently questioned when this would reoccur. I silently questioned what the value was in the abhorrence I had witnessed moments earlier.
Remember I commenced this column theoretically… The Undone Lingerie Fashion Show was cancelled… The Giovanni Body Art Show occurred as scheduled… Seven naked attention whores, clad only in color, grinding and shaking as if they were platinum bunnies… Someone should remind them they are putrid excrement…
I know I said this concerning another subject, but it’s worth rephrasing… If you’re performing “body art,” you should wear a sign which reads stupid… You may as well pain pathetic trash across your chest… Because that is what you are… Pathetic trash… Your actions clearly crave attention, which makes you pathetic… Your actions indicate that you have zero respect for yourself, which makes you trash…
Whenever Corso is criticized, the opposition is viewpoint is universal… Corso’s venues promote trash… They recruit trash… They showcase trash… Tonight, Corso provided his critics with every “I told you so” they ever wanted…
Mozaic is Work in Progress
Since it’s inception, Martini Park has not equaled expectations. The venue’s concept is spectacular. The venue’s interior is splendid. The venue’s pretension and pricing are the problem.
Upon my arrival at Mozaic, the venue was merely buzzing. I am certain a half dozen excuses could be offered and I will not impart any implication… I will simply state the obvious… If a venue cannot challenge capacity on their eighty-first night, this is comprehensible… If a venue cannot challenge capacity on their initial night, this is cause for concern…
While their attendance is a conundrum, Mozaic’s illuminated bar, bottle rack, and plasma waterfall are an artistic triumph. The waterfall showcases rural and vibrant scenes and the bar and bottle rack compliment them perfectly… Akin to several venue aspects, the structure evokes Martini Park…
Potentially the venue’s signature are the four French doors, which when opened provide this city’s premiere sidewalk café experience… Instead of traditional tables and chairs, which have been placed toward the north and west of the main room, patrons can enjoy comfortable leather couches and a view that encompasses Park and Vine Streets.
Evoking Martini Park and Sugar Bar, Mozaic costumes their severs in cocktail dresses…. I don’t oppose form flattering black… However, silver sequins and white, which they allow their drink slingers to wear, would have made a unique statement… Fashionable and trendy are admirable objectives, but individualism is much more memorable…
Where Mozaic should score is it’s menu, which includes appropriately priced cocktails and cuisine… In lieu of the nine and twelve dollar martinis competing venues offer, Mozaic’s prices are six and eight… Their menu also includes an extensive bottled beer and wine selection.
Where Mozaic could collapse is their atmosphere, which tonight included several bunny chasers who wore suits their mothers selected… Lamentable shoes… Nauseating ties… Wrinkled pants… These accountants and technologists arrived seeking prestige and a platinum bunny and I’m assuming they exited with neither… Luck may be preparation meeting opportunity, but these office ostracized are ill-prepared and will never receive an opportunity…
They may ruin a venue… Mozaic could be a scrumptious scene and they could be a pariah’s paradise… If last evening’s assembly is an indication, Mozaic will merely resemble a scrapbook collage.
Upon my arrival at Mozaic, the venue was merely buzzing. I am certain a half dozen excuses could be offered and I will not impart any implication… I will simply state the obvious… If a venue cannot challenge capacity on their eighty-first night, this is comprehensible… If a venue cannot challenge capacity on their initial night, this is cause for concern…
While their attendance is a conundrum, Mozaic’s illuminated bar, bottle rack, and plasma waterfall are an artistic triumph. The waterfall showcases rural and vibrant scenes and the bar and bottle rack compliment them perfectly… Akin to several venue aspects, the structure evokes Martini Park…
Potentially the venue’s signature are the four French doors, which when opened provide this city’s premiere sidewalk café experience… Instead of traditional tables and chairs, which have been placed toward the north and west of the main room, patrons can enjoy comfortable leather couches and a view that encompasses Park and Vine Streets.
Evoking Martini Park and Sugar Bar, Mozaic costumes their severs in cocktail dresses…. I don’t oppose form flattering black… However, silver sequins and white, which they allow their drink slingers to wear, would have made a unique statement… Fashionable and trendy are admirable objectives, but individualism is much more memorable…
Where Mozaic should score is it’s menu, which includes appropriately priced cocktails and cuisine… In lieu of the nine and twelve dollar martinis competing venues offer, Mozaic’s prices are six and eight… Their menu also includes an extensive bottled beer and wine selection.
Where Mozaic could collapse is their atmosphere, which tonight included several bunny chasers who wore suits their mothers selected… Lamentable shoes… Nauseating ties… Wrinkled pants… These accountants and technologists arrived seeking prestige and a platinum bunny and I’m assuming they exited with neither… Luck may be preparation meeting opportunity, but these office ostracized are ill-prepared and will never receive an opportunity…
They may ruin a venue… Mozaic could be a scrumptious scene and they could be a pariah’s paradise… If last evening’s assembly is an indication, Mozaic will merely resemble a scrapbook collage.
Excessive Conditions, Excruciating Combinations, & Exemplary Canines
On Friday, temperatures exceeded eight-five degrees. Amidst these excessive conditions, factions sought relief via available means. Humans exploited air conditioning and sipped chilled beverages. Animals rested upon cooler surfaces and slurped water.
Predictably, conversation consumed my initial forty-five minutes at Lodge Bar… General Manager Pat West recounted his career as a mixer… Promotions Superstar Jen Bunny flaunted her Hines Ward jersey ear rings… The variety of chatter resembled the variety of pooches I would encounter…
And Lodge Bar Bouncer Scott Burn, the employee with whom I sparred previously, spit another pair of stingers… Asking whether four legged would outnumber two legged mutts… He also proposed the Lodge Bar Leash, a contrivance which would illuminate and ostracize the two legged mutts…
As I strode toward the patio (when my conversations finally concluded), I encountered Ohio Pug Rescue, a non-profit organization which rescues, rehabilitates, and relocates the short muzzled animals… I never imagined specific breed recoveries existed… I also never imagined the cooperation and cost one recovery entails… Ohio Pug Rescue are exemplary individuals…
As I strode onto the patio, I encountered Lindsey Natural, who proffered an intriguing and relevant question… In excessive conditions, are air conditioners or patios preferable? The canine response was obvious… Whether sprawled upon concrete or wood, the pooches relaxed as their owners conversed and sipped happy hour pitchers…
While Dogs on the Deck One’s attendance was superior, this evening’s variety was equally stellar… A dachshund, a pekingese, and black and golden labrador retrievers offset a crush of pugs… Several canines also appeared large enough to serve as transporters should their owners offset the excessive conditions with excessive consumption…
Two paragraphs previous, I mentioned pooches sprawled as weather relief… It is entirely possible they were cringing concerning the performance of DJ Shawn… The moment when this city must realize that music providers are not mixers and sponsored shills are not spinners was struck when this bleach blonde salesman spun “Mountain Music” and “Never Ever” consecutively…
Nevermind the combination is musically abhorrent… The songs are a decade old… “Lose Your Love” is an aged classic… “Sweet Caroline” is an aged classic… Aged classics are acceptable… Randomly spinning a song simply because one owns the selection is ridiculous… Shawn should not only forfeit this week’s salary… He should forfeit his music collection…
As I exited the pain of Shawn’s performance and the panorama of pooches, my mind considered appropriate variety… Ten breeds were enjoyable… Ten random selections were excessive… It may be a miniscule peculiarity… However, minute details dictate memorable evenings…
Predictably, conversation consumed my initial forty-five minutes at Lodge Bar… General Manager Pat West recounted his career as a mixer… Promotions Superstar Jen Bunny flaunted her Hines Ward jersey ear rings… The variety of chatter resembled the variety of pooches I would encounter…
And Lodge Bar Bouncer Scott Burn, the employee with whom I sparred previously, spit another pair of stingers… Asking whether four legged would outnumber two legged mutts… He also proposed the Lodge Bar Leash, a contrivance which would illuminate and ostracize the two legged mutts…
As I strode toward the patio (when my conversations finally concluded), I encountered Ohio Pug Rescue, a non-profit organization which rescues, rehabilitates, and relocates the short muzzled animals… I never imagined specific breed recoveries existed… I also never imagined the cooperation and cost one recovery entails… Ohio Pug Rescue are exemplary individuals…
As I strode onto the patio, I encountered Lindsey Natural, who proffered an intriguing and relevant question… In excessive conditions, are air conditioners or patios preferable? The canine response was obvious… Whether sprawled upon concrete or wood, the pooches relaxed as their owners conversed and sipped happy hour pitchers…
While Dogs on the Deck One’s attendance was superior, this evening’s variety was equally stellar… A dachshund, a pekingese, and black and golden labrador retrievers offset a crush of pugs… Several canines also appeared large enough to serve as transporters should their owners offset the excessive conditions with excessive consumption…
Two paragraphs previous, I mentioned pooches sprawled as weather relief… It is entirely possible they were cringing concerning the performance of DJ Shawn… The moment when this city must realize that music providers are not mixers and sponsored shills are not spinners was struck when this bleach blonde salesman spun “Mountain Music” and “Never Ever” consecutively…
Nevermind the combination is musically abhorrent… The songs are a decade old… “Lose Your Love” is an aged classic… “Sweet Caroline” is an aged classic… Aged classics are acceptable… Randomly spinning a song simply because one owns the selection is ridiculous… Shawn should not only forfeit this week’s salary… He should forfeit his music collection…
As I exited the pain of Shawn’s performance and the panorama of pooches, my mind considered appropriate variety… Ten breeds were enjoyable… Ten random selections were excessive… It may be a miniscule peculiarity… However, minute details dictate memorable evenings…
Friday, June 19, 2009
A Collage Worth Capturing
Assumedly, she was five years old. She wore a pink sundress. She savored an ice cream cone as she passed… She was the evening’s perfect representation…
On Thursday, I attended the Wexner Summer Warm-up. Both the event and visual were exemplary. Children frolicked and strolled safely sans their parents. Couples canoodled and relaxed upon blankets in the grass. Fashion nuances and nightmares provided incalculable column material.
The triad of flashback music, people, and vendors intermixed into one of the most unique atmospheres in this city. Between the children and blankets on the grass, the ice cream and hot dog vendors on the sidewalk, and the psychedelic soundtrack, the ambiance ran the gambit… Gidget, Jimi Hendrix, and Seth Cohen would have assimilated comfortably.
Also assimilated comfortably was Wexner Center Promotions Superstar Tim Fulton, one of their premiere characters in this city… It’s not as if I don’t encounter a cocktail of personalities each evening, but Fulton is tectonic triple shot… He is analyst and humorist… Enthusiast and influence… Mastermind and pupil…
In two hours, Fulton enters and exits a dozen conversations… He is more comfortable in the present than the previous… Obviously, his profession is public relations, which involves speaking… Thus, he should be proficient in the art form… With that said, Fulton is a conversationalist and not a talker… The difference must be appreciated…
The difference between artistic and random is miniscule and that line was encountered and erased frequently this evening… I know quirkiness is a characteristic which will win you praise within the artistic sphere… However, quirkiness is an engraved invitation into this column and said invitation is inescapable…
Whether they were wearing Arabic writing or Bart man or Ghostbusters t-shirts (if the gimmick is more than three years old, toss the shirt) or hot pink (males just shouldn’t), the choices resembled those a mother would have made for her sixth grade son a decade ago… Any of those individuals should have been nervous to read the twitter…
Since I mentioned the twitter, I have been asked why this website tweets so much…. Why are virtually every moment and reaction typed as they occur… Tonight was a perfect example of the simple answer… You never know what you could encounter next…
On Thursday, I attended the Wexner Summer Warm-up. Both the event and visual were exemplary. Children frolicked and strolled safely sans their parents. Couples canoodled and relaxed upon blankets in the grass. Fashion nuances and nightmares provided incalculable column material.
The triad of flashback music, people, and vendors intermixed into one of the most unique atmospheres in this city. Between the children and blankets on the grass, the ice cream and hot dog vendors on the sidewalk, and the psychedelic soundtrack, the ambiance ran the gambit… Gidget, Jimi Hendrix, and Seth Cohen would have assimilated comfortably.
Also assimilated comfortably was Wexner Center Promotions Superstar Tim Fulton, one of their premiere characters in this city… It’s not as if I don’t encounter a cocktail of personalities each evening, but Fulton is tectonic triple shot… He is analyst and humorist… Enthusiast and influence… Mastermind and pupil…
In two hours, Fulton enters and exits a dozen conversations… He is more comfortable in the present than the previous… Obviously, his profession is public relations, which involves speaking… Thus, he should be proficient in the art form… With that said, Fulton is a conversationalist and not a talker… The difference must be appreciated…
The difference between artistic and random is miniscule and that line was encountered and erased frequently this evening… I know quirkiness is a characteristic which will win you praise within the artistic sphere… However, quirkiness is an engraved invitation into this column and said invitation is inescapable…
Whether they were wearing Arabic writing or Bart man or Ghostbusters t-shirts (if the gimmick is more than three years old, toss the shirt) or hot pink (males just shouldn’t), the choices resembled those a mother would have made for her sixth grade son a decade ago… Any of those individuals should have been nervous to read the twitter…
Since I mentioned the twitter, I have been asked why this website tweets so much…. Why are virtually every moment and reaction typed as they occur… Tonight was a perfect example of the simple answer… You never know what you could encounter next…
Present As You Seek Infamy
Every evening, I ask myself one question… Where’s the news tonight?
On this evening, I thought that question could remain unanswered. The streets were vacant. The venues were vacant. Several churches and synagogues this weekend will have superior energy. Why was this? Park Street Festival was last weekend… Ohio State students have vanished… Opposing activities were occurring… Any reason is sensible… No reason is sufficient…
If you’ve read this website (and I know you have), Drink with a Lodge Bar employee night is an identifiable phrase. When last call echoed this evening, Lodge Bar employees were the only identifiable people… Trevor Day… Joe Information… Mike Material… The contingent was superb… However, Lodge Bar prefers this contingent’s alone presence prior to the venue opening…
While Lodge Bar’s night was regrettable, Matt Delight’s sentences were spectacular… He mocks his colleagues and this nation’s premiere comedy writers should applaud… He offers insight about the opposite sex and those who penned proverbs cringe… I know I typed he has never spent one second not amused with the thoughts in his own head… When those thoughts are spoken aloud, a column material encyclopedia is available…
Whereas Matt Delight was Lodge Bar’s lone highlight, Park Street Patio accrued their third consecutive victory. I know what you’re thinking… I said every venue was vacant and victory is utilized? This was not an evening when one venue survived an incomprehensible competition… Park Street Patio governed an evening when they were merely adequate…
Since our initial encounter, Jamie Precious has accrued four column appearances… You would assume one would run out of adjectives and then you realize the obvious… There are spectacular bunnies who are forgotten in five minutes and there are bunnies who speak for five minutes and are unforgettable… Jamie is the latter…
In a contrasting manner, Mia Charisma is another unforgettable slinger… Mia isn’t the precocious showcase… She isn’t the scandalous provocateur… She is simply an off the rack perfection… If the choice is the glitzy slinger who struts or the subdued slinger whose soul is visible within their eyes, Mia is the selection… Her soul is exquisite…
On Saturday, Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day raised expectations and won… Tonight, Sugar Bar Promotions Superstar Avi Primetime attempted a similar speculation… And speculation reestablished it’s definition… Sugar Bar was only buzzing… No section ever challenged or equaled swarmed…
And Sugar Bar’s evening deteriorated further… A fight ensued which included four security personnel, three randoms, two police officers, and a heifer in a tutu (and no that’s not the conclusion of a joke)… Conflicting reports exist concerning the scrap itself… According to witnesses, two women commenced fighting… Their boyfriends intervened… Security and police intervened… A Sugar Bar security person was inadvertently pepper sprayed in the mele…
Mia Charisma, Matt Delight, and Jamie Precious were excellent conversations… However, the preceding paragraph illustrates why my exit is never early… If I had learned about this incident via someone else, I would have remained regretful… I abhor missing the news…
On this evening, I thought that question could remain unanswered. The streets were vacant. The venues were vacant. Several churches and synagogues this weekend will have superior energy. Why was this? Park Street Festival was last weekend… Ohio State students have vanished… Opposing activities were occurring… Any reason is sensible… No reason is sufficient…
If you’ve read this website (and I know you have), Drink with a Lodge Bar employee night is an identifiable phrase. When last call echoed this evening, Lodge Bar employees were the only identifiable people… Trevor Day… Joe Information… Mike Material… The contingent was superb… However, Lodge Bar prefers this contingent’s alone presence prior to the venue opening…
While Lodge Bar’s night was regrettable, Matt Delight’s sentences were spectacular… He mocks his colleagues and this nation’s premiere comedy writers should applaud… He offers insight about the opposite sex and those who penned proverbs cringe… I know I typed he has never spent one second not amused with the thoughts in his own head… When those thoughts are spoken aloud, a column material encyclopedia is available…
Whereas Matt Delight was Lodge Bar’s lone highlight, Park Street Patio accrued their third consecutive victory. I know what you’re thinking… I said every venue was vacant and victory is utilized? This was not an evening when one venue survived an incomprehensible competition… Park Street Patio governed an evening when they were merely adequate…
Since our initial encounter, Jamie Precious has accrued four column appearances… You would assume one would run out of adjectives and then you realize the obvious… There are spectacular bunnies who are forgotten in five minutes and there are bunnies who speak for five minutes and are unforgettable… Jamie is the latter…
In a contrasting manner, Mia Charisma is another unforgettable slinger… Mia isn’t the precocious showcase… She isn’t the scandalous provocateur… She is simply an off the rack perfection… If the choice is the glitzy slinger who struts or the subdued slinger whose soul is visible within their eyes, Mia is the selection… Her soul is exquisite…
On Saturday, Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day raised expectations and won… Tonight, Sugar Bar Promotions Superstar Avi Primetime attempted a similar speculation… And speculation reestablished it’s definition… Sugar Bar was only buzzing… No section ever challenged or equaled swarmed…
And Sugar Bar’s evening deteriorated further… A fight ensued which included four security personnel, three randoms, two police officers, and a heifer in a tutu (and no that’s not the conclusion of a joke)… Conflicting reports exist concerning the scrap itself… According to witnesses, two women commenced fighting… Their boyfriends intervened… Security and police intervened… A Sugar Bar security person was inadvertently pepper sprayed in the mele…
Mia Charisma, Matt Delight, and Jamie Precious were excellent conversations… However, the preceding paragraph illustrates why my exit is never early… If I had learned about this incident via someone else, I would have remained regretful… I abhor missing the news…
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Characters, Storylines Provide City’s Soundtrack
Characters and storylines are omnipresent. Characters are the people and personalities which crystallize an evening’s moments. Storylines pattern and progress an evening’s entirety.
Upon my arrival for the Park Street Festival, the panorama was perfection. Parents and children strolling the scenery… Children smiling as their faces were painted… Couples and singles walking their dog… One could not have requested (and if they did, they would have been rejected) a superior visual to start the sun soaked afternoon…
As announced on twitter, I received the perfect start to my afternoon… Joe Boxer invited me onto his program… I will discuss my appearance momentarily, but I must compliment (and potentially gush about) Joe Boxer and WNCI. In three hours, the radio station’s triad and myself broached twenty separate conversations… A myriad of subjects, including this website’s ambition, composition, and origin, were discussed… These exchanges could have severed merely as icebreakers (and they did)… However, they also improved my intelligence…
Once, I labeled Joe Boxer as one of the most authentic, engaging people that one could encounter… If I continued praising his humanity for the next three pages, my assessment would remain spectacularly insufficient… Joe is not a role model you hope your children emulate… He is the role model you know you should emulate…
I promised I would return to my radio appearance, which I assumed would encompass three minutes… My appearance encompassed three hours and three segments… If you weren’t listening (and you should have been), Joe and I discussed the Gossip Awards, his hosting of them, this website, people watching, and platinum bunnies… If you were listening (I applaud you), I know I spoke with exceeding speed… You attempt twittering and have someone, as you’re typing, tell you your appearance is in thirty seconds…
Since I mentioned people watching (a phrase I never utilize), Park Street Festival’s afternoon was an amusing mosaic. From the lady who strode with a multi-colored purse and a gorilla wrapped around her arm to the Pittsburgh Steelers fans who offset their jerseys with terrible towels (no I’m not kidding), the calamitous cornucopia reaffirmed the obvious… This city needs a stylist…
The Steelers tandem simply epitomized the random and ridiculous montage of sports apparel which was present… The St. Louis Cardinals were copious… And every conference was represented… Big East, Mid American, Citywide Alliance of Kickball Champions… I enjoy sports… However, Park Street Festival isn’t the set of College Game Day… (Replace the gear with a polo)…
Between our initial and second twitter sessions, I encountered Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness… As we discussed the event, one observance interwove through our conversation… Both of us were on minimal sleep and our work was half-over… When Tori suggested a shot, my conscience opposed alcohol (it’s not a stimulant)… All my mind could articulate is “I will have one with you…”
When Tori and I’s consumption and conversation concluded, Jamie Precious captured my attention… Jamie has amassed three mentions in three columns… We could have discussed the periodic table and she would have maintained my attention… Yet, as we discussed Les Wexner and his impact upon this city, Jamie reminded me of what should be this website’s watchwords… Those are column material are column material…
What is applicable concerning people is applicable concerning venues… And Park Street Patio’s weekend crowds reinforce this… While other venues awaited or exchanged patrons, Park Street Patio acquired and sustained patrons throughout the event… They were never crushed… Yet, Park Street Festival never poached their audience…
After ninety minutes of rest (not relaxation), Gandhi invited me onto her program. I promoted the website. We then shared an off-air conversation about this city; it’s media and nightlife… As I said on twitter, Gandhi has more personality than professionals who have been in the business a decade… For her, randoms are merely unmet friends…
Amidst Ghandi and I’s conversation, Gonzo appeared, munching on a pulled pork sandwich… His apparel (a shirt which read “my mustache brings all the boys to the yard”) and our conversation (whether twittering sounds as a dirty word) assimilated perfectly into the twilight’s random atmosphere… Clearly, the characters would be this evening’s storyline…
One of those characters… Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day, a superstar among management in this city… Superstars do not typically commit colossal mistakes… They comprehend managed expectations… They comprehend exceeded expectations impress, even when the original expectations are miniscule… Imagine my shock when he raised expectations…
Whereas most view cockiness as a defect, Trevor views cockiness as a competitive advantage… His expression and eyes assume victory; they present victory, even when victory is a virtual impossibility… Common sense implored he should minimize expectations… He should embrace the term average night… Instead, Trevor appeared to bet the house on his pair of fours…
As I returned to the Park Street Festival, I encounter Drew Hanson and Jimmy Jam, walking amongst the throng… We locate a somewhat unoccupied space (somewhat at this hour, a relative term) and the pair continue their previous conversation… Now, I have no clue concerning the context or subject matter… Yet, this is irrelevant… Jimmy Jam and the Cheshire Cat’s incidental complaints are as entertaining as any stage production as I have ever witnessed…
Moments after midnight, the Park Street Festival concluded… And the storylines commenced… Park Street Patio was crushed… The entrance line extended into the street and locating one’s friends would have required google earth… Lodge Bar was swarmed… And Callahan’s was merely scattered… Inside the booth, Gonzo was mimicking Mike Gallicchio’s prowl of the previous week… Where was his crowd? Where was his crowd?
One hour subsequent, as anyone walking toward their car, would have been better off walking home, Callahan’s crowd vastly improved… Consistently the perfectionist, Gonzo’s prowl remained ever present… He concocted sets… He connected sets… One glance toward the dance floor and one would assume he would have been elated… Yet, Gonzo’s intensity never relented…
Until one hour remained… It’s not as if there was a sudden influx of patrons… Gonzo’s strut simply reappeared… Gonzo mixed, he spun, he scratched, his hands noted the rhythm of the selection, his head noted the rhythm of the selection, he interacted with the crowd and the selection… For the final sixty minutes, his spectacular personality was palpable…
For the second consecutive evening, Park Street Patio was the unquestioned champion… I could spend several paragraphs praising their performance… However, their inside and outside were virtually impassable… And their bars were stacked five deep… Those scenarios scream for themselves…
When I returned to Lodge Bar, the venue was crushed… I could type never again will I doubt Trevor… However, that presumptive statement would be inaccurate… I will doubt him again… You never assume victory is possible with a pair of fours, until the winner sitting across from you is counting your chips… On this evening, Trevor was counting every single one…
Now, I would be remiss if I exited this column without admonishing DJ Michael. I sincerely respect him… He possesses skills… Unfortunately, there is a miniscule line between genius and madness and he flirted with it… “Barbie Girl,” “Mmmbop…” Did someone invite me to a retirement ceremony for insipid teenage anthems?
Concerning this website, I’ve been asked the question of why? What occurs in the various venues is not relevant… It is not news… Why analyze, report, and twitter every evening? In this city, characters and storylines are omnipresent. Information and stars are nonexistent. All four are coveted and inescapable. I am simply their soundtrack.
Upon my arrival for the Park Street Festival, the panorama was perfection. Parents and children strolling the scenery… Children smiling as their faces were painted… Couples and singles walking their dog… One could not have requested (and if they did, they would have been rejected) a superior visual to start the sun soaked afternoon…
As announced on twitter, I received the perfect start to my afternoon… Joe Boxer invited me onto his program… I will discuss my appearance momentarily, but I must compliment (and potentially gush about) Joe Boxer and WNCI. In three hours, the radio station’s triad and myself broached twenty separate conversations… A myriad of subjects, including this website’s ambition, composition, and origin, were discussed… These exchanges could have severed merely as icebreakers (and they did)… However, they also improved my intelligence…
Once, I labeled Joe Boxer as one of the most authentic, engaging people that one could encounter… If I continued praising his humanity for the next three pages, my assessment would remain spectacularly insufficient… Joe is not a role model you hope your children emulate… He is the role model you know you should emulate…
I promised I would return to my radio appearance, which I assumed would encompass three minutes… My appearance encompassed three hours and three segments… If you weren’t listening (and you should have been), Joe and I discussed the Gossip Awards, his hosting of them, this website, people watching, and platinum bunnies… If you were listening (I applaud you), I know I spoke with exceeding speed… You attempt twittering and have someone, as you’re typing, tell you your appearance is in thirty seconds…
Since I mentioned people watching (a phrase I never utilize), Park Street Festival’s afternoon was an amusing mosaic. From the lady who strode with a multi-colored purse and a gorilla wrapped around her arm to the Pittsburgh Steelers fans who offset their jerseys with terrible towels (no I’m not kidding), the calamitous cornucopia reaffirmed the obvious… This city needs a stylist…
The Steelers tandem simply epitomized the random and ridiculous montage of sports apparel which was present… The St. Louis Cardinals were copious… And every conference was represented… Big East, Mid American, Citywide Alliance of Kickball Champions… I enjoy sports… However, Park Street Festival isn’t the set of College Game Day… (Replace the gear with a polo)…
Between our initial and second twitter sessions, I encountered Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness… As we discussed the event, one observance interwove through our conversation… Both of us were on minimal sleep and our work was half-over… When Tori suggested a shot, my conscience opposed alcohol (it’s not a stimulant)… All my mind could articulate is “I will have one with you…”
When Tori and I’s consumption and conversation concluded, Jamie Precious captured my attention… Jamie has amassed three mentions in three columns… We could have discussed the periodic table and she would have maintained my attention… Yet, as we discussed Les Wexner and his impact upon this city, Jamie reminded me of what should be this website’s watchwords… Those are column material are column material…
What is applicable concerning people is applicable concerning venues… And Park Street Patio’s weekend crowds reinforce this… While other venues awaited or exchanged patrons, Park Street Patio acquired and sustained patrons throughout the event… They were never crushed… Yet, Park Street Festival never poached their audience…
After ninety minutes of rest (not relaxation), Gandhi invited me onto her program. I promoted the website. We then shared an off-air conversation about this city; it’s media and nightlife… As I said on twitter, Gandhi has more personality than professionals who have been in the business a decade… For her, randoms are merely unmet friends…
Amidst Ghandi and I’s conversation, Gonzo appeared, munching on a pulled pork sandwich… His apparel (a shirt which read “my mustache brings all the boys to the yard”) and our conversation (whether twittering sounds as a dirty word) assimilated perfectly into the twilight’s random atmosphere… Clearly, the characters would be this evening’s storyline…
One of those characters… Lodge Bar Assistant General Manager Trevor Day, a superstar among management in this city… Superstars do not typically commit colossal mistakes… They comprehend managed expectations… They comprehend exceeded expectations impress, even when the original expectations are miniscule… Imagine my shock when he raised expectations…
Whereas most view cockiness as a defect, Trevor views cockiness as a competitive advantage… His expression and eyes assume victory; they present victory, even when victory is a virtual impossibility… Common sense implored he should minimize expectations… He should embrace the term average night… Instead, Trevor appeared to bet the house on his pair of fours…
As I returned to the Park Street Festival, I encounter Drew Hanson and Jimmy Jam, walking amongst the throng… We locate a somewhat unoccupied space (somewhat at this hour, a relative term) and the pair continue their previous conversation… Now, I have no clue concerning the context or subject matter… Yet, this is irrelevant… Jimmy Jam and the Cheshire Cat’s incidental complaints are as entertaining as any stage production as I have ever witnessed…
Moments after midnight, the Park Street Festival concluded… And the storylines commenced… Park Street Patio was crushed… The entrance line extended into the street and locating one’s friends would have required google earth… Lodge Bar was swarmed… And Callahan’s was merely scattered… Inside the booth, Gonzo was mimicking Mike Gallicchio’s prowl of the previous week… Where was his crowd? Where was his crowd?
One hour subsequent, as anyone walking toward their car, would have been better off walking home, Callahan’s crowd vastly improved… Consistently the perfectionist, Gonzo’s prowl remained ever present… He concocted sets… He connected sets… One glance toward the dance floor and one would assume he would have been elated… Yet, Gonzo’s intensity never relented…
Until one hour remained… It’s not as if there was a sudden influx of patrons… Gonzo’s strut simply reappeared… Gonzo mixed, he spun, he scratched, his hands noted the rhythm of the selection, his head noted the rhythm of the selection, he interacted with the crowd and the selection… For the final sixty minutes, his spectacular personality was palpable…
For the second consecutive evening, Park Street Patio was the unquestioned champion… I could spend several paragraphs praising their performance… However, their inside and outside were virtually impassable… And their bars were stacked five deep… Those scenarios scream for themselves…
When I returned to Lodge Bar, the venue was crushed… I could type never again will I doubt Trevor… However, that presumptive statement would be inaccurate… I will doubt him again… You never assume victory is possible with a pair of fours, until the winner sitting across from you is counting your chips… On this evening, Trevor was counting every single one…
Now, I would be remiss if I exited this column without admonishing DJ Michael. I sincerely respect him… He possesses skills… Unfortunately, there is a miniscule line between genius and madness and he flirted with it… “Barbie Girl,” “Mmmbop…” Did someone invite me to a retirement ceremony for insipid teenage anthems?
Concerning this website, I’ve been asked the question of why? What occurs in the various venues is not relevant… It is not news… Why analyze, report, and twitter every evening? In this city, characters and storylines are omnipresent. Information and stars are nonexistent. All four are coveted and inescapable. I am simply their soundtrack.
Park Street Festival Recognition
On Saturday, Gossip CBUS racked 193 twitter tweets. Thank you, Joe Boxer, Jonathon Ciancetta, and Gandhi (WNCI); Randy Haffey and Tori Lioness (Park Street Patio); Pat West, Trevor Day, and Mike Material (Lodge Bar); Jeff Lauback (Callahan’s); and every venue manager, slinger, and security employee.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Park Street Festival Minimizes Metropolis
Activity is not a singular word. I cannot comprehend those who watch a movie and assert that as activity… Activity is texting friends about a movie as you view that movie… Activity is discussing sports as you watch sports… Activity is attending a festival which encompasses this city’s premiere market, music, and strip of entertainment real estate…
Whoever conceptualized the Park Street Festival merits applause, drinks, or recognition (whichever they choose)… Instead of commencing or concluding the street with the stage (practical, but obvious), the round creation splits the environment, creating a spectacular visual with patrons arrayed everywhere…
Amidst the crowd, vendors, and venues, I encountered several people I had met previously… Whether they were professional colleagues or simply venue acquaintances, the montage of familiar faces was elating… An extensive conversation was virtually impossible (thank you zero crowd control), still the encounters reminded me that this city’s miniscule market mentality is not always unwelcome…
As I walked amongst the carnival chaos, my eyes darted between the imposing city skyline and a couple walking their adorable dachshund… For a second moment, the minor attitude of this major city was appreciated and inviting… I was walking a street I traverse every evening, yet I may as well have been walking through my hometown…
Whoever conceptualized the Park Street Festival merits applause, drinks, or recognition (whichever they choose)… Instead of commencing or concluding the street with the stage (practical, but obvious), the round creation splits the environment, creating a spectacular visual with patrons arrayed everywhere…
Amidst the crowd, vendors, and venues, I encountered several people I had met previously… Whether they were professional colleagues or simply venue acquaintances, the montage of familiar faces was elating… An extensive conversation was virtually impossible (thank you zero crowd control), still the encounters reminded me that this city’s miniscule market mentality is not always unwelcome…
As I walked amongst the carnival chaos, my eyes darted between the imposing city skyline and a couple walking their adorable dachshund… For a second moment, the minor attitude of this major city was appreciated and inviting… I was walking a street I traverse every evening, yet I may as well have been walking through my hometown…
Friday, June 12, 2009
Personalities Salvage Pathetic, Weak T’s
Every column and every evening is a study is personality. Behavior can be evaluated and observed. Character can be equaled and scrutinized. Traits can be examined and inspected. Qualities can be compared and contrasted.
Upon my arrival for the Park Street Festival Kick Off, the weather was ominous. Every chair and table were occupied. A swarm encircled the area immediately prior to the stage… Still, everyone focused one of their eyes on their conversation or the stage and one of their eyes on the sky, which simultaneously taunted the mass with inciting clouds and inviting sunshine…
Approximately ten minutes after my arrival, I encounter Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Co-Owner Chris Corso… And any thoughts I had concerning the weather were rapidly abandoned as a conversation that was equal measures awkward, entertaining, and intelligent commenced… (Trust me when I say cringed and smiled simultaneously several times)…
While the Park Street Festival and Social Room are discussed, the majority of our conversation references Corso’s work philosophy (he doesn’t believe the hours spent inside his venues are work… That must be nice) and the male anatomy (I’m not expanding upon that and don’t ask)… In this website’s existence, Corso and I have had fifty conversations, but until this one, I never truly appreciated the paradox of his personality… He is a brazen cross between Gordon Gekko and Kid Rock…
Amidst Corso and I’s conversation, Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Co-Owner Mike Gallicchio arrives. Corso alone is a venerable verbal opponent… Corso and Gallicchio as a tandem are enough to make even the most gifted of gabbers sit down and sob… They are the Hollywood Blondes with business acumen… They are Money Incorporated with insightful sarcasm…
As Gallicchio and I discuss the Social Room, the venue’s appearance on another website is broached (and no, I’m not mentioning the other website on this website)… Gallicchio mentions the link was lifted from his facebook page… I ask why aren’t we friends on facebook… He states he must be selective about his friends and Corso retorts that Gallicchio is selective, which is why his facebook includes 800 friends… The three of us exchange glances and laughs… Obviously, we are friends… But friendship is not immunity from mockery…
With split skies still overhead, the Plain White T’s took the stage. Now, I’ve overestimated certain acts previously and I will confess that this city’s taste remains a partial mystery… However, I expected the Plain White T’s would excel with Park Street Patio’s intimate exterior stage… I want everyone who has ever or will ever send me a critical response to read this (as I am only typing this once)… I was wrong again….
The Plain White T’s commenced their four song set with “1, 2, 3, 4” and they concluded with “Hey There Delilah.” None of the quintet ever appeared comfortable… They never appeared enthusiastic… And the lead singer appeared twice as if he wanted to cease playing and exit the premises… I was certain that the acoustic nature of their music would blend brilliantly with the crowd… Instead, the crowd treated the Plain White T’s as if they were simply five teenagers in plain white t-shirts playing for prom money….
As I said on twitter, if Thursday’s crowd was any indication, Friday’s concert will not be sold out… Also (and I am hoping this remains untrue), if Thursday’s crowd was any indication, Park Street Festival could be a disappointment…
Since I mentioned the Park Street Festival, I enjoyed a ten-minute conversation with Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness, who appeared scrumptious in a simple white top with jeans… I will say and I assume she would as well… This weekend has to be one of the highlights of the summer calendar… Yet, she will be elated when it concludes…
I cannot conclude this column without mentioning Park Street Patio’s cupcake collection, which could rival any drink slinging contingent in this city… Jamie Precious, a platinum bunny with a matching personality, is their perfect personification… She is adorable and alluring… Entertaining and exquisite… (And she isn’t the only one)…
As I walked Park Street at the conclusion of my evening, I strode with conflicting thoughts… This city ignored another significant act… Yet, I knew this column would read significantly positive… Another study in the behavior, character, qualities, and traits that comprise my evenings.
Upon my arrival for the Park Street Festival Kick Off, the weather was ominous. Every chair and table were occupied. A swarm encircled the area immediately prior to the stage… Still, everyone focused one of their eyes on their conversation or the stage and one of their eyes on the sky, which simultaneously taunted the mass with inciting clouds and inviting sunshine…
Approximately ten minutes after my arrival, I encounter Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Co-Owner Chris Corso… And any thoughts I had concerning the weather were rapidly abandoned as a conversation that was equal measures awkward, entertaining, and intelligent commenced… (Trust me when I say cringed and smiled simultaneously several times)…
While the Park Street Festival and Social Room are discussed, the majority of our conversation references Corso’s work philosophy (he doesn’t believe the hours spent inside his venues are work… That must be nice) and the male anatomy (I’m not expanding upon that and don’t ask)… In this website’s existence, Corso and I have had fifty conversations, but until this one, I never truly appreciated the paradox of his personality… He is a brazen cross between Gordon Gekko and Kid Rock…
Amidst Corso and I’s conversation, Park Street Patio and Sugar Bar Co-Owner Mike Gallicchio arrives. Corso alone is a venerable verbal opponent… Corso and Gallicchio as a tandem are enough to make even the most gifted of gabbers sit down and sob… They are the Hollywood Blondes with business acumen… They are Money Incorporated with insightful sarcasm…
As Gallicchio and I discuss the Social Room, the venue’s appearance on another website is broached (and no, I’m not mentioning the other website on this website)… Gallicchio mentions the link was lifted from his facebook page… I ask why aren’t we friends on facebook… He states he must be selective about his friends and Corso retorts that Gallicchio is selective, which is why his facebook includes 800 friends… The three of us exchange glances and laughs… Obviously, we are friends… But friendship is not immunity from mockery…
With split skies still overhead, the Plain White T’s took the stage. Now, I’ve overestimated certain acts previously and I will confess that this city’s taste remains a partial mystery… However, I expected the Plain White T’s would excel with Park Street Patio’s intimate exterior stage… I want everyone who has ever or will ever send me a critical response to read this (as I am only typing this once)… I was wrong again….
The Plain White T’s commenced their four song set with “1, 2, 3, 4” and they concluded with “Hey There Delilah.” None of the quintet ever appeared comfortable… They never appeared enthusiastic… And the lead singer appeared twice as if he wanted to cease playing and exit the premises… I was certain that the acoustic nature of their music would blend brilliantly with the crowd… Instead, the crowd treated the Plain White T’s as if they were simply five teenagers in plain white t-shirts playing for prom money….
As I said on twitter, if Thursday’s crowd was any indication, Friday’s concert will not be sold out… Also (and I am hoping this remains untrue), if Thursday’s crowd was any indication, Park Street Festival could be a disappointment…
Since I mentioned the Park Street Festival, I enjoyed a ten-minute conversation with Park Street Patio Promotions Superstar Tori Lioness, who appeared scrumptious in a simple white top with jeans… I will say and I assume she would as well… This weekend has to be one of the highlights of the summer calendar… Yet, she will be elated when it concludes…
I cannot conclude this column without mentioning Park Street Patio’s cupcake collection, which could rival any drink slinging contingent in this city… Jamie Precious, a platinum bunny with a matching personality, is their perfect personification… She is adorable and alluring… Entertaining and exquisite… (And she isn’t the only one)…
As I walked Park Street at the conclusion of my evening, I strode with conflicting thoughts… This city ignored another significant act… Yet, I knew this column would read significantly positive… Another study in the behavior, character, qualities, and traits that comprise my evenings.
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