utchmynitz: June 2006

The Doom and the Yellow Man

A couple weekends ago I was hanging at the May Fest in Lincoln Square for many, many hours with the Flynn Flam, The Doom, The Bill, The Steph, and The EriK. We had consumed many of the very large beers and were in the tent ordering another when The Flynn Flam and myself saw a yellow man walk by. The Flynn Flam said "Hey, it's Yellow Man" and I yelled out "HOT DAMN, IT IS A YELLOW MAN!! Let's follow him." The Flynn Flam and The Doom followed. It was very crowed in the tent and we had to push and swim our way through, but we eventually caught up with him. I said, "Hey, you're a yellow man!" He agreed that he was indeed a yellow man and handed me his card. Sure enough he had a Yellowman card. Performance Artist, Wedding Minister, Promotions, DJ, Bartender, and Free Pedicab Rides. The Yellowman does it all. I asked to take his picture and he said "sure." I told The Doom to join in. The Yellowman was just as intoxicated as the rest of us and a good sport.

When the May Fest was over the rest of our gang went on its merry way, but The Flynn Flam and I carried on. We walked down "Western Ave. stopping in different bars on the way to Celtic Crown and then back down Western Ave. towards where we originally started out hitting different bars all the way back. We ran into the Yellowman again at one of them and had a drink with him and were told to come back again real soon. The bar was changing its whole style and the Yellowman was going to be spinning anything we wanted to hear. "Ok, well we'll try, Yellowman."

I was with The Flynn Flam and saw the Yellowman this last Saturday afternoon outside selling boas on Halsted St. and said "HEY YELLOWMAN!" Yellowman gave me the deer in headlights stare. He didn't remember us.

Ok, time for dinner
but it smells like cat poop
so it's time to scoop.
WHOOP!

Thom Yorke's Response to

The alleged presence of one of President Bush's twin daughters at a Radiohead concert at Madison Square Garden in New York last week:

"I don't know whether we should be A. honored; B. amused; C. bemused; D. ask if she had a valid ticket; E. object belatedly on moral grounds; F. ask again if she had a ticket and question whether this [is] really what our gigs are about; G. don't blame the daughter for the father; H. shut up and smile."

In a post to the band's blog, "Dead Air Space," Yorke wrote that the concert was interrupted for several fans thanks to six Secret Service agents who Yorke was later told had cleared a path for the first daughter's exit and "manhandled ... some poor soul."

KEEP PUMPING THAT FRIDAY FIST!

Yes, it's here again. I haven't posted anything here since last Fist Pumping Friday. I stole this from http://dannydoom.com/:

"MaM Update
Okay, we're doing alright but we need more! At this writing Milk at Midnight is at 26, which is awesome, but we need constant vigilance and diligence and all of that. It's a marathon, not a sprint! But run fast anyway. Some of these bastards are playing dirty no doubt, so we need all the dead voters we can. Thanks for your continued efforts!"

I realise I haven't mentioned anything about this here though, have I? Well, the deal is Milk At Midnight is trying to play Lollapalooza. You can go to that link up there and vote for us. You can do it once every 24 hours. The voting goes until June 3oth. You can use as many e-mail accounts as you would like. So, my pledge to you is to PUMP THOSE FRIDAY FISTS and slam down your vote and if we're still in this at the end we'll all be so FIST PUMPING FLIPPIN HAPPY that, well words won't even be able to express how happy. YEAH!!

Please Tell Your Co-workers

It has been decided that today is Fist Pumping Friday. It has also been decided that the anthem for Fist Pumping Friday is Everybody's Working For The Weekend by Loverboy. That's right, sing loud, and sing it proud. Fist Pumping Friday is here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!