24 February 2010

Band of Outsiders for Sperry Topsider Summer 2010 Deck Shoe





New: Midd Kid (Official Music Video)


This music video is sick. Who knew a couple kids from Middlebury could ride a track like this? My man on the third verse rapping about Quidditch was lagging with the flow, but other than that, I gotta give it to them. I'm sure all NESCAC schools can relate to this song: flannel, nalgenes, polos, granola eating hippies, Carhart wearing lames, "libbin' it up", chatting it up at the printer station, laxtitues, and lax bros drinking "Natty from a solo, yo no homo." Check it out.

22 February 2010

17 February 2010

Chiddy Bang, "Opposite of Adults" Video

This is one of the coolest videos I've seen in a long time-- brilliant in fact. Technology has made it so that you don't need a million dollar budget to make the illest music videos out. All it takes is vision, know-how, and some video editing equipment, and boom you have a video that will generate millions of hits on YouTube. Now under the right management and direction, Chiddy Bang is ready to advance to the next level with the release of their new EP, The Opposite of Adults, on February 22nd.


Sam Adams Photo Shoot


Sam Adams AKA Samuel Adams Wisner AKA Wiz AKA Boston's Boy is blowing up. Fast. It was only 8 months ago when he was your average rapper with talent and potential trying to make a name for himself. Then he recorded "I Hate College Remix" and it's been chaos ever since for Boston's boy. He's been rocking shows from Dartmouth to USC and everywhere in between. And with his EP dropping on iTunes within the next week or so, life couldn't be better for the kid. Penthouse rooftop on Ten Ten Wilshire, hot LA girls, and a bright future-- what more could a 22-year-old college student ask for?

Michael Bastian Fall 2010 Collection






My First Short Story

This semester I am taking a fiction writing course and one of the first assignments was to create a short story. I had never written a one before so I didn't know what to expect. But, here is what I came up with:

Even the Slow Nights Help Pay the Tuition
by Julian Patterson

Working long nights is not the most glamorous way to get through law school, but it keeps the lights on and puts clothes on my back. Business is slow tonight and my boss is bitching about customers and their frugal tendencies.

“Why in the hell are dirty middle aged men so fucking cheap?” Tony yells in anxious frustration.

“Business will pick up, babe. You know it always does,” I reply in a meager attempt to reassure him.

“They come here every night wearing $3000 suits and only buy one drink and one dance. What the shit is that?” he shouted as he leaned over the vanity table, getting ready to blow another line of coke.

I was on edge, but the other girls didn’t seem to pay much attention to Tony. Maybe it’s because I’m a rookie and haven’t yet grown immune to the cheesy suits, greasy hair, and cheap cologne.

Even when business is slow, there is still money to be made. So, I apply a fresh face of makeup, slip on my highest platform heels, and put on a heavy-duty push-up bra.

The air was thick with cigar smoke and the scent of cheap beer and wine permeated throughout the dimly lit main room. I put my best foot forward and walk around, judging the level of interest and gauging who might have the highest credit score.

Strutting sexily across the room, I notice a regular sitting by himself in the corner on a black leather couch. I hate the couches here. I can’t help but think about the thousands of lonely and depressed customers who have sat on the couches before. Two years of filth lay embedded in the cushions. If only the walls could talk.

“Hey, Ted. You look like you could use a dance. Come upstairs and blow off some steam,” I say.

He slouches back and stares at the ceiling with vacant eyes. He has a drink in his hand, but I can’t tell if he’s drunk or not.

I loosen his tie and unbutton the top two buttons of his wrinkled dress shirt while I slowly mount his lap. My body begins swaying to the beat. I feel his muscle stiffen almost immediately.

By the end of the song he appears rejuvenated. He pushes me off, hands me two fives and a ten, and says, “Honey, you do what my wife can no longer do for me. Thanks.”

I feel gross as I wipe Ted off the back of my leg with a napkin from the bar. I’d rather live in darkness than do this for the next three years, but the money is fast and the customers are faster. I hope Tony knows that even the slow nights help pay the tuition.

New: Wakey! Wakey! - Twenty-Two

It has been a very long time since I've last put something up here and I sincerely apologize. I've been super busy with the beginning of my last semester at Colby and I'm just now finding time to get back into the blogging world.

Now that that's out of the way, I can introduce you to a talented band from New York headed by Mike Grubbs (vocals and piano) that goes by the name Wakey! Wakey! Don't let the name fool you-- their music is fantastic. It's like a breath of fresh air after listening to Lady GaGa, Iyaz, Ke$ha, and Taylor Swift all hours of the day.

They have an interesting vibe-- think Cisco Adler x Brett Dennen x Grizzly Bear x Beach House x Jack Johnson x TV on the Radio x Alice Smith. Stylistically they are quite eclectic and it shows here. So without further ado, check out "Twenty-Two" by Wakey! Wakey!