Last night (and actually into the wee hours of this morning) we got a chance to check out Girl Talk at the Palladium with our friends. If you don’t know who Girl Talk is, I suggest you check the website here. The album is free. I will wait. Do it now.
Ready? Let’s do this blog post! We thought we would be smart and skip some of the opening acts by showing up an hour late, but it didn’t work out so well. Junk Culture was still playing, and they were terrible. You hear men, Junk Culture from Oxford, Mississippi? You suck!
We were hoping Max Tundra would not be the same. Oh my god, this guy did not disappoint. Check out this video of another performance I found online. It’s pretty much the same thing. I so want to book this guy for Michelle’s 30th birthday, or maybe I will just sneak him into my friend’s condo and surprise him.
Then came the main event…
GIRL TALK! GIRL TALK! GIRL TALK! Wasn’t that a board game in the 80’s?
Rocking out to the music in a sea of dancing fools.
It’s so beautiful I want to cry.
I apologize for the sound on this. The S95, while it takes great photos does not handle lots of bass well at all. I tried to turn the bass way down and the treble way up before I compressed it, but it still sounds quite muddled. This is Lean Back mashed up with Guns N’ Roses’ Paradise City.
Those are some huge balls.
Happy New Year!
Near the end of the concert, we got hot and tired so we went upstairs. We were in that crowd. What are we…young?
When it comes down to it, Girl Talk is a guy (yes a guy) that has a great ear for mashing up music. While he looks like a guy in his pajamas on stage that presses a play button, that music still translates very well into sheer energy in concert. It was so great to be in that kind of environment again. It’s been a long time since the days of regular concert going. It makes me feel young again. The old man in me wonders how much of my hearing I lost last night.
It’s like Randy Clemens wrote a cookbook made just for Michelle. The Sriracha Cookbook! The book release party was at the Blue Palms Brewhouse in Hollywood. It was elbow to elbow, standing room only.
There were some recipes from the book being served that night, and we decided we need to try a lot of them.
Short ribs. My guess is there was a lot of demand for this and they were hurrying them off the grill. The flavor was good on this, but it could have used a little more time on the grill to char the edges. Plus these thin cuts get cold so fast. That’s why you should cook it in front of yourself.
These are the jalapeno poppers. I didn’t try these until they end, because I didn’t know how hot they would be and didn’t want to kill my taste buds. These had the seeds and pith removed and were filled with a creamy Sriracha sauce. Delicious.
Then I turned around and realized there was a light on the table behind me. The pictures get better.
Corn chowder. This was delicious. The fire-seared corn with Sriracha was nicely balanced out with a creamy texture that brought down the heat a little bit.
Mac N’ Cheese. The corn chowder before this had quite a bit of heat on it. Unfortunately it muted the flavor of the mac. I could tell it was cheesy with a hint of spiciness, but I can’t say how good this dish was, because I was suffering from numb tongue.
My mouth cooled down enough to try the burger. It had bacon, people! If you made this burger without Sriracha I would be a happy camper. It was just a solid burger, but the added flavor from the hot sauce was so well placed. It didn’t take anything away from the flavor of the beef or bacon.
Wash it all down with Eagle Rock Brewery‘s special Sriracha spiced beer. This was so weird. It tastes like you ate something really spicy and were trying to cool, but the heat isn’t up front. It’s at the end of each sip.
I know all of you signed up for that Amazon $20 gift card online yesterday, so if you like your food spicy, do yourself a favor and go buy this book.
Saturday was Christina’s birthday and the party was set for H.Wood, which is supposed to be one of the hottest spots right now. Not for me. I hate clubs. I prefer the dark bar, where your feet stick to the floor a little bit and no one cares what you’re wearing as long as you have on pants. Sometimes not even that.
I was secretly hoping this place would be somehow different from the rest of the clubs. It mattered not. We ended up showing up after the guest list closed and there was no way I was going to spend thirty bucks just to get into the place. Of course since Michelle has boobs they said she could go in for free. I told her to go in and that I’d just walk around Hollywood for a while.
I’ve been up to the Hollywood and Highlands area a lot in the past, but I never stopped to look around at all the tourists. I knew they were always there, but it was interesting to have time to just watch them and see their fascination with Hollywood. There were lots of people gathered around Michael Jackson’s star on the Walk of Fame. The Spanish speaking tourists were enamored with Ricky Martin’s star.
After looking at people for a while I ducked into Hard Rock Cafe to see this. It’s the first live implementation of Microsoft Surface that I’ve ever seen. A whole wall of Microsoft software running and not a single BSOD!
It has no real practical use for the every day user but the specialty applications for this are limitless. They were using it to display images of rock and roll memorabilia and give information on the pieces.
I even learned something. Dr. Dre is way behind with labeling mediocre headphones with his name. The Beatles did that with Koss headphones back in the day.
It’s always interesting to get a new perspective on something old that’s supposed to already be familiar. Perhaps I should look around more often rather than hurry though my daily routines.