The Dark Knight has been out for a grand total of three days - is it that weird that I haven’t seen it yet!? I will, I promise! Maybe some of us would rather not wait in line for two hours to see a movie that will be exactly the same in two weeks. Ideally, I’d like to wait six weeks! I’d walk right up to the ticket counter, buy my ticket, and watch it all by myself with legs stretched out in an IMAX theatre. I want to see Batman, I don’t want this:

It was very fitting that Billy Joel had Paul McCartney close out the last ever concert at Shea Stadium Friday night.

‘Cause, you know, The Beatles kinda kicked off the whole trend…

Here’s a one-liner to take you through your weekend:

There Will Be Blood is easily the best name ever for a period piece.

Zing!

Crazy eights. The craziest eights. On 8/8/08 at 8:08pm (PST and EST), the Boredoms will bring 88 drummers to LA and NYC, respectively. The 88-minute performance will be the sequel to last year’s 77BoaDrum. I bet you can guess the time and date of that show.

The performance is totally free (thanks to Nike Sportswear who will also be giving out free commemorative t-shirts), but you have to get tickets ahead of time. Click our schedule links to the right for details.

And if you’re interested in volunteering, please get in touch at info@jellynyc.com.

My prediction is the Boredoms will complete the trilogy with 99BoaDrum, which will take place on 9/9/09 at 9:09 in the morning with 99 steel drums outside of the Nine West outlet in Brooklyn. The performance will start in the morning because it will last 9 hours. All of the drummers will be ex-San Francisco 49ers, or just simply, The ‘9ers.

I have good taste in music. I appreciate the classics, I get into metal, and I love a good singer/songwriter. Oh, and I blog for JellyNYC. That’s worth something, right?

That being said, I’ve crowdsurfed to Train, and I’ll tell you why.

Music Midtown, Atlanta. I’m a junior in high school. I wanted to see Bob Dylan perform. She wanted to see Train. So lame. Train was playing the slot right before Dylan, but on the stage all the way on the other side of the festival. I agreed to watch some of Train (lame) if we could leave early to see all of Dylan’s set. Agreed.

Train was packed. We were in the middle of 10,000 drunk Southerners, and we were trapped. No way were we going to be able to squeeze through all these folks to get to Dylan. As I watched 14 year-old girls crowdsurf above us, I realized it was our only way out. If we crowdsurfed all the way to the front, the security guards would catch us and let us out by the side of the stage. 

The plan worked perfectly. But as we were raised on top of the crowd, and the longest ass-grabbing session imaginable began, the opening chords of “Drops of Jupiter” started to play. It was the lamest moment of my life. 

Dylan rocked it, though.

Finally, some gorgeous weather! After one show that consisted of 90% monsoon and another that threatened rain for most of the time, it’s nice to finally have a pool party where the weather holds out, the pool fills up, and every loses their mind.  The Whip started things off with their own take on dance rock with some heavy electro undertones. Although we kept wondering how the hell is the keyboardist STILL wearing his mesh hoodie? I think it’s safe to say that after their set, the group had won over quite a few new fans (we’re looking at you shirtless yelling dude).

Next up were Matt & Kim, who came on stage, flipped off the audience and went into an hour long jam session filled with blast beats and heavy growling. We’re kidding. If you look up the word happy in the dictionary, you’d see a giant, smiling picture of Matt & Kim holding a puppy or something. The most upbeat duo in the world played one of the most fun, energetic sets at the pool EVER (take that, I’m From Barcelona!). People were crowd surfing, dancing, singing and ignoring the fact that it was 100 degrees out. Then to top it off, they brought out their friends from Brooklyn’s own Rude Mechanical Orchestra for an epic closing set.

Things definitely calmed down a bit for The Breeders, but that doesn’t mean the Deal sisters didn’t bring the rock. New fans, old fans, young and old all seemed to enjoy the set. The sun started to go down as the Breeders began to mellow out a bit and it was a perfect ending for a great day.

Check out the photos, along with some backstage antics after the jump!

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This is a band that exists.

I have already personally emailed them begging to play the Pool Parties. But I offered them twice as much to play my birthday party. I couldn’t actually find their email address listed anywhere, but I assume it’s undersiegerulez [at] steveypoo [dot] com.

They are officially billed as Steven Seagal The Mojo Priest with Thunderbox and Friends*, but I have taken the liberty of re-naming them Flock of Steven Seagals. 

F-yea Steven Seagal has a Thunderbird guitar. What else would he use? Look at those pansy-Stratocasters. Seagal probably ate four of them for brunch. F-yea Steven Seagal eats brunch. 

*Aaron Neville is one of the ‘Friends’! I have taken the liberty of re-naming him Aaron Fartville. So as far as I’m concerned, it costs only twenty-five bucks to see Flock of Steven Seagals with Aaron Fartville. Totally worth it.

For the second year in a row, Miss USA fell down at the Miss Universe competition. And this year’s contestant, Crystle Stewart from Texas, was an ex-track and field star. Good thing track and field requires absolutely no balance at all.