While Boston was getting wasted at Game On at the ass crack
of dawn last week, John Mayer was actually
at the second Red Sox game in the
Tokyo Dome, recording videos from his absurdly good seats behind home plate. He
posted one to his blog complete with personal commentary.
Observe:
The blog is completely separate from his official site, and full of random things that a real person with too much free time would be more likely to document. Reading through, I feel like I want to post a comment demanding that he show up for dollar drafts at An Tua Nua next Thursday night, until I see the next entry about his new $40,000 watch.
Performance artist Milan Kohout's criminal case was dismissed on Friday, letting him off charges of peddling without a
license. By the end of it all, even the prosecutor was calling for the case to
be dropped.
"I
grew up in a totalitarian system which misused the law to prosecute dissidents
for their critical expression," wrote the native of former Czechoslovakia on
his web page. "For the government to use bogus charges to punish artists for
their expression is a step toward that kind of system."
On
November 9, Kohout, 52, stood outside the downtown Bank of America headquarters
holding a sign that read, "Nooses on sale." Police, taking his message and the pile of nooses at his feet literally, confiscated his materials for being an unlicensed a transient vendor. Kohout
meant it as a symbolic reaction to the bank's involvement in the sub-prime mortgage
crisis.
"I
wanted to wake up people to the fact that if we continue to support the
economic system that causes this kind of suffering for the people we are
literally putting a noose around all of our heads."
Kohout is now asking the Commonwealth to return his nooses
and sign. Good luck with that, they should be right behind the Aqua Teen Hunger Force LED's.
I just fled the dining room at the hotel because I ruined Texas-shaped waffles for everyone. I got four hours of sleep last night, and Jess and I just shuffled off for free breakfast like zombies.
Like a cool kid, I slept through my alarm back in Boston yesterday morning, scrambled to finish packing before my last minute cab showed up, and then forked over $40 for said cab to drag my sleepy ass to Logan for my flight to SXSW.
By weeklydig on Tue, Mar 16, 2010 7:17 pm
LIVE REVIEW BY RILEY OHLSON
RJD2 got his start DJing for Columbus rap group MHz in the '90s, but is better known for his solo work, beginning with Your Face or Your Kneecaps in 2001, and hitting his stride with widely acclaimed 2002 release Deadringer.