oh, and i got cobrasnaked the other night. marks a pretty rad dude. (via thecobrasnake)
So I thought the most apt first post would be Ned Hepburn. Not only was I (heavily) inspired to create this blog because of Boner Party, I also think he’s a total fox. He’s like one of the guys I’d meet at a West Philly house show. He’d be a little sweaty, but wouldn’t smell bad, so I’d try to talk to him before the girl with the nose ring got to him. I’d tell him how much I loved “The Devil and Daniel Johnston” and then would be embarassed because I wouldn’t want to seem like I’m trying too hard. Every fiber of my being would hope he wouldn’t pronounce Tecate teh-cah-tee because that would disappoint my little Mexican heart. He’d say it right so I’d let him get to second base that first night. Who am I kidding, I’d totally go to third base or higher if I was drunk enough. Then we’d both blog about it the next day.
Throw Me A Boner has failed to capture the wistful and esoteric writing style of Ned Hepburn, and comes off derivative, and lazy. Even so, I agree with the general sentiment. Wook at his wittle face!
