Merry Happy

As mentioned previously by yours truly, the Freaks are celebrating our one year anniversary this month. Coupled with the holidays, Shelby and I decided to do something special to reminisce about our first documented year in Suburbia. I give you: The Twelve Months of Freakdom.

In the first month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the second month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the third month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: three murdered ladies, two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the fourth month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: four knocking Mormons, three murdered ladies, two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the fifth month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: five pole shoes, four knocking Mormons, three murdered ladies, two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the sixth month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: six thumping vans, five pole shoes, four knocking Mormons, three murdered ladies, two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the seventh month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: seven yapping Tweeks, six thumping vans, five pole shoes, four knocking Mormons, three murdered ladies, two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the eighth month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: eight ugly dresses, seven yapping Tweeks, six thumping vans, five pole shoes, four knocking Mormons, three murdered ladies, two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the ninth month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: nine "Inception" mindfucks, eight ugly dresses, seven yapping Tweeks, six thumping vans, five pole shoes, four knocking Mormons, three murdered ladies, two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the tenth month of existence the Freaks gave to you: ten drunken locksmiths, nine "Inception" mindfucks, eight ugly dresses, seven yapping Tweeks, six thumping vans, five pole shoes, four knocking Mormons, three murdered ladies, two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the eleventh month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: eleven vrooming Jacks, ten drunken locksmiths, nine "Inception" mindfucks, eight ugly dresses, seven yapping Tweeks, six thumping vans, five pole shoes, four knocking Mormons, three murdered ladies, two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

In the twelfth month of existence, the Freaks gave to you: twelve Edward Cullens, eleven vrooming Jacks, ten drunken locksmiths, nine "Inception" mindfucks, eight ugly dresses, seven yapping Tweeks, six thumping vans, five pole shoes, four knocking Mormons, three murdered ladies, two mocha lattes, a ukulele and a LEMUR.

Whew. That's a lot in one year. Well, from all of us here in Suburbia to all of you out there, Merry Happy! We can't wait to see what's in store for our next twelve months of existence...

Welcome to the Wasteland

Fri, 12/10/10

Welcome to the Wasteland

Kari, Shelby, Abby and I got our tickets at the door at the Orbit Room. We stood outside in near freezing weather to see the band 'Bad City.' After 20-30 minutes of anxiously waiting and freezing the doors finally opened 20 or so minutes after they were listed on the ticket. It was well worth it.

While we were waiting Shelby and I walked over to the restrooms and we noticed Josh (lead singer of Bad City) was walking about, Kari and Abby also saw him over by the bar. We were waiting in the crowd just waiting for Bad City to come up on stage... and becoming a bit impatient but eventually the show started.

Ok, so here is the setlist:

Look Out!

Showdown in Central Park

Take Me for a Ride *

Do You Believe in Rock n Roll

Wildlife

If I missed any than sorry... memory is short. Josh at the time wasn't feeling well (Sorry you didn't feel well Josh!)

*Josh messed up the setlist at some point because he called "Take Me for a Ride" Do You Believe in Rock n Roll. (Change in the setlist maybe? or maybe he forgot)

Videos to come soon (the ones I took on Abby's camera.) So after the show we went to the merch table and we were the first ones there. Josh was there (surprise!) but he was on the phone. He got off the phone and quickly apologized. Then Kari said she was sad that they didn't play 'Paul Stanley' and Josh was like 'you know that song?' Kari was like 'I have the record...' He thought it was cool.

He shook our hands and got to know our names. We bought some sherts (lol Kari) and hung back for a while. So then Abby and Kari went to get water so Kari put on the Bad City shirt, then she threw her shirt back at Shelby. Then Kari stepped on this guy's foot on accident and bumped into him and spilled some of his beer, some landing on Kari. Then he stood there for a while with a super pissed off look on his face then he droped his beer, flipped her off and walked away.

FFFFUUUUUUUU

Abby then went to go back to get a water and Kari came back to chill with Shelby and I. Abby came back and we sat on a counter thing infront of the merch table for a while. Eventually Josh came over and hung out with us. He was super nice he was talking about him having to wear a beanie for people to like him. He sat in the middle of the floor and we were told we couldn't be sitting there because drunk people were walking through.

I got him to sign my shirt and it literally says 'Something Crazy!!! MUAH

& here is the proof:

Josh gave us all hugs because he didn't know if we were still going to be there when he got back, then left to go hang out in the bands room so we were left just talking for a while amongst ourselves.. the band waved at Kari and Abby, Shelby and I were over at the merch table.. until he came back and we went out with him to their tour van. Kari I think was trying to scare Josh by saying that I forgot the keys to her car in the venue (we didn't have access back in).

We had the band sign a CD for Emily, who was not able to make it to the show that night. Josh signed it 'Merry Christmas' while singing it. =)

We took a group photo... 3 actually.

The first one, is one I actually think is my favorite out of them all.

Then there is the second one:

The third and final one we took with them seemed to be a fail.

So if you get the chance, I would suggest you check them out:

badcitymusic.com

-Z(A)

Oh My Goodness

Thank you to all the people who have read our blog! Even if you're just glanced at it or whatever. Even if you just looked at it and went, "What. The. Fuck." don't worry, I do that everytime I look in the mirror. Hope everyone is enjoying the snow, or if not, I hope you're enjoying your December. Or maybe you aren't enjoying your December, if you aren't, man, that really sucks. I'm enjoying my December, I think it's the best mouth of my life, so far. Anyways, stay classy world.

-S

He's a fucking star!

A monumental event occurred recently in Freakdom: We all met Jeffree Star!


Sunday, Jeffree's "Fresh Meat" tour rolled into Mt. Clemens, and for only $12 per ticket, how could we say no? The shindig went down at The Hayloft Club; I've been to some pretty weird concert venues in my day, but this one might take the cake. The club was pretty small, so the stage was really tiny. Doors were at six (early!), but most of the duration of the show was the house DJ bleeping and blopping some random garble. There were two openers: some Cadaver dude (a hometown electronic rapper...he was actually pretty cool) and IT BOYS (a party rock band from Hollywood, whose lineup included Jeffree's keytar player...not kidding). They played about five songs each, then Shelby, Emily, and Ashley loitered around the merch area, snagging posters, shirts, EPs, and rubber bracelets with Jeffree-esque sayings on them. Abby and I held down the fort, AKA a table near the dance floor, where we swayed to the random bleeping and blopping from DJ Ian Divine (which made us both think of Mat), and swooned when Jeffree walked right by us in his winter boots and fluffy parka-like coat. It was cute.



By the time Jeffree's set rolled around, we were all super pumped from talking to some of the guys from IT BOYS, and we were totes ready to get fucked up and dance. There were only around fifty people in the whole venue, but it was really intimate and nice. Even though we were at the back of the dance floor (the width was only about three rows of people; we were in the fourth), we were really up close, but not close enough to shake Jeffree's hand. I don't remember the exact order of the setlist, but I know that this is what was played:



Prisoner
Beauty Killer
Ice Cream
In Love with a Killer
So Fierce
Get Away with Murder
Bitch, Please!
Lollipop Luxury
Fame and Riches, Rehab Bitches



After the set, he said he'd see us all back at the merch table for a meet and greet, so there was a mad scramble from the dance floor to the merch areas, which weren't far away. We got a relatively good position in line, and waited to meet "The Pink One". After a few signings and hugs (plus, he said my eyeshadow was cool!), we took a group picture to forever immortalize our first real adventure since Emily and Ashley joined the Freaks full-time.

Don't we all look fab in our Sunday club best?

'Tis the Season...

...To be obnoxious! As the Freaks celebrate our one-year anniversary, (side note: Shelby just snapped herself into a blanket and is flapping about) we're only asking for one gift: PLEASE GOD, SOMEONE GET US BETTER SOUND QUALITY!

And with that, here's "Twihard", episode two. Enjoy!