Fulfilling Lifelong Dream of Meeting Favorite Musician Results in Awkward 55-Second Conversation

SEATTLE — Self-described “devotee” of metal vocalist and former Dillinger Escape Plan frontman Greg Puciato, Logan Diedrich, realized his life’s ambition of meeting his idol Tuesday evening, resulting in a stilted exchange that lasted for just under a minute.

“I was so crushed when Dillinger called it quits. I saw them four times in 2010 alone,” Diedrich said. “But when I found out that [Puciato’s electronic supergroup] Black Queen was playing Neumos, I realized this was my chance to meet my hero and tell him about how much he’s meant to me. I knew I couldn’t just come across as some meathead without anything profound to say, but I also needed to play it cool, and I’m pretty sure saying basically nothing helped me accomplish that.”

Bystanders witnessed the exchange between the two and described it as “awkward,” and “confusingly fast.”

“I think Puciato was talking to his manager or something when that guy Logan sort of shuffled up behind him,” recalled Diedrich’s friend and bartender on a smoke break, Carrie Lin. “He said ‘amazing show’ then went on for like 30 seconds about seeing him at Wakestock in 2008 and then just sort of did this bizarre little wave move or something before walking away faster than I’ve ever seen a person walk in my life.”

Fan-artist relations expert Lorraine McAvoy remarked upon the commonality of such occurrences.

“While fandom bordering on dangerous obsession is quite rare, too often, fans can delude themselves into believing an encounter with their favorite artist will be a far more transcendent experience than it actually is,” McAvoy said, “Sadly, the likeliest outcome is a conversation slightly less forced than your average speed-dating encounter. And in the case of someone like Puciato, there’s only so many times you can hear about you ‘changing’ someone’s life before it all kind of just coalesces into one large bland pleasantry.”

At press time, Diedrich was uploading a photo of himself and Puciato to Instagram, captioned “Just met Greg Puciato and I am no longer the same.”

If The Weather Is So “Bipolar,” How Come It Never Wrote A Rock Opera About My Cat Then Cried For 3 Hours?

I am here today to talk about a false equivalency that has finally bothered me to the breaking point. Folks, the weather is not “Bipolar.” Just because you’re having trouble picking out an outfit because the dew point is inconsistent, doesn’t mean the weather has a mood disorder that sometimes requires lifestyle changes or medication. I live with bipolar disorder, so take it from me — if the weather were bipolar it would have written an epic musical about my cat and then crashed into a dark depression by now.

When you call the weather “Bipolar,” you’re making the assumption that it’s going back and forth between two extremes. Sometimes it’s just overcast and muggy which is not even extreme, just confusing. I would kill to just be “muggy” for a whole day.

You look outside, think it’s going to be cold out and throw on way too many layers, and now you’re stuck with a flannel tied around your waist like you’re auditioning for a grunge cover band. I’m pretty sure taking Lithium and reading the DSM-5 won’t solve that problem. You know what will? Opening your fucking weather app!

Better yet, I’ve never seen the weather sleep only 21 hours in a week and then say “I feel like God” before completely disappearing for a month because that’s literally never happened in the history of weather. The only time I’ve ever seen the weather chaotically disrupt a house-party, and then ghost everybody was last tornado season, but tornados are isolated incidents. And while we’re on the subject, I’ve never caught myself wishing I had brought a heavier jacket with me on a night out and thought, “this is exactly like the time I fell into my last depression and watched the entire run of Gilmore Girls in one sitting.”

All I’m saying is that you need to be a little more sensitive. There are plenty of other things to call inconsistent weather. I know you’re likening something that “ruins plans,” to my occasional shifts between delusions of grandeur and self-loathing, but even I know it’s probably not a good idea to go to the beach when there’s still snow on the ground from last week. That’s just common sense, and you need to get your shit together.

Only White Dude at Cinco De Mayo Party Hitting Piñata Little Too Hard For Everyone’s Comfort

LOS ANGELES – Local man Salvador Gunez was alarmed and concerned following the aggressiveness with which his friend Seth Richter smashed a Cinco de Mayo party piñata earlier today, confirmed multiple party guests who plan on keeping a safe distance from Richter in the future.

“I think we were all a little taken aback at how hard Seth was swinging the broomstick. Lots of the younger kids started crying because he just looked like a maniac. We thought it was funny at first, but the way he attacked that Spongebob wearing a sombrero felt a bit personal,” said Gunez while cleaning bits of candy that were scattered across his backyard. “My girlfriend, Brooke, stepped in to stop him after he started yelling ‘die, die, die’ and ‘go back to where you came from.’ The mood definitely changed after that, but I don’t think he noticed.”

Richter connected on nearly 12 swings that loudly boomed throughout the backyard before he was stopped.

“I told everyone here that I would smash that piece of shit Spongebob to pieces and that’s exactly what I did,” said Richter while finishing a beer as he climbed into his Jeep. “Three years of playing JuCo baseball trained me with amazing hand-eye coordination. Everyone was absolutely stunned when I hammered the thing to oblivion. If you thought that was cool, what until you see me smash all the trash cans on the street with my bumper. They get launched into yards 20 feet away. It’s amazing, dude.”

Part-time bouncer, George Campos, who attended the party is not a stranger to these phenomena.

“It’s very common to see an overtly-confident white guy come into a party, bar, strip club, or generally any place where they can get some attention and ruin everyone’s day. Oddly enough it seems to ramp up during days of celebration for other people,” said Campos. “At the video game bar I work at we’ve seen a guy lose at a decent run of Pac-Man and punch the vintage cabinet’s screen. I was also a doorman at an upscale restaurant and these guys constantly tried coming in with their polos tucked into their khaki shorts which are not allowed. They would all flip out and start cursing and ruining everyone’s evening while they asked me if I knew who they were. And honestly, I didn’t, they all looked like the same guy to me.”

After the piñata was left in shambles Richter asked if anyone wanted to try to escape his triangle choke but attendants had begun to leave.

Help! Our Singer’s Between-song Joke Got a Decent Laugh and We Still Have 32 Dates Left on This Tour!

So I was tuning my guitar between “Fireworks on the Radio” and “Ayy, I’m Moshin’ Ova Here!” when I heard my singer crack a joke. He said, “Who’s ready for some hard rock?! Relax buddy, I said hard rock.” After my eyes were done rolling like a slot machine, I noticed that the hacky joke got a tepid laugh. That’s when I knew we were in trouble. He’s gonna regurgitate this gem at every single one of our next 32 dates. Help!

I think we can all agree to start giving singers something to do while we’re tuning or during soundcheck. Say “check” a few times. Maybe smoke a cigarette is raspiness is their thing. But telling jokes is absolutely not on the list. If they’re singing in a decent band then they probably have natural pitch and decent looks. These are not traits that add up to being funny.

But he got a laugh. Fuck. Now you can just tell he’s thinking, “Uh oh! I haven’t heard my own voice in like five seconds, I better fill this space with it or everyone’s gonna be sad.” They hear your fucking voice all night. If they wanted comedy, they’d be at a professional comedy show. And if they wanted your brand of humor, they’d find some shitty open mic.

He’s already been opening our set with, “Whoa, looks like those flyers we put up at the gym really paid off, you sexy motherfuckers!” I’m afraid he’s building up his own little show within the show.

I just can’t escape it. When I played in a Christian rock band (I needed the money), the singer’s between-song preaching was longer than the songs themselves. But this dude’s comedy routine is making my old singer look like the goddamn pope! I dunno, maybe I’ll just get way better at guitar and see if “Animals As Leaders” needs a fourth.

Vince Neil’s Doctor Suggests Kickstarting His Liver and Kidneys While At It

LOS ANGELES – Local doctor Ron Diamond found cause for concern over singer Vince Neil’s latest liver function test results following decades of excess in the sex, drugs, and rock and roll lifestyle.

“The human body has a fairly miraculous filtration system,” said Dr. Diamond of Hollywood/Wilshire Health Center. “But these results were some of the most alarming I’ve seen in my twenty years of practice. Imagine that you owned a Brita pitcher for forty years, and you only poured Long Island Iced Teas into it—that’s the only thing I can conclude happened to his liver. Mr. Neil’s vital organs have more sludge build-up than the LA River in spring, so from where I’m sitting, everything in there could use some attention, at least if he wants to keep peeing normally.”

Neil declined to comment, but footage from a recent Cameo appearance may reveal the 60-year-old singer’s take on prognosis.

“Hey Chad, I hope you’re having a bitchin’ time on your 47th birthday, man. This is from Timmy, Linda, Jake, and, ah, Harley,” Neil said in the 15-second video while blending a strawberry daiquiri. “It’s awesome you made it this long, and doctors will tell you to start making ‘serious changes’ if you wanna keep celebrating, but don’t listen to what they tell you, man. You just keep partying and doing your thing, brother. Shout at the devil and, ah, keep walking on the wild side. Take care, my dude.”

Personal Assistant for Neil, Rocko Jefferies, has a long history of touring with debaucherous musicians.

“I’ve been with the Crüe since ‘Girls Girls Girls.’ Before that, I worked with Ozzy and Aerosmith. The thing is when these guys start getting up there in age, doctors are always telling them they can’t do cocaine anymore, or that ‘Perc 30s shouldn’t be loaded into a Pez dispenser,’” said Jefferies. “It makes my job really difficult. How do I tell the boss that we gotta cut out the breakfast Jäger-bombs when he’s the one writing the checks? It’s a tricky balance.”

Motley Crüe is scheduled to tour again in the summer of 2022 for re-re-reunion leading up to their official-official farewell tour, after which they will tape their “Cessation of Touring” contract back together and officially donate it to the HardRock Las Vegas for display.

Review: GWAR “The New Dark Ages”

Everyone’s favorite interplanetary barbarian space warriors GWAR are back with their 15th studio album “The New Dark Ages” which will be accompanied by a graphic novel and tour that will likely involve showering audience members with fake and/or real blood.

It’s not every day you get an advanced copy of an album for the specific purpose of reviewing it for a major online publication. It’s also not every day you accidentally drop it down a nearby storm drain before you even get a chance to listen to it. But here we are. Yet again.

Anyway, I really needed to ace this review since I was already on thin ice with my editor after using the “advanced copy fell down storm drain” excuse when I was supposed to review the new Turnstile record last year. So I called a professional to see if I could get all my stuff back from the drain. Not just the GWAR album. I mean EVERYTHING. Including half of my record collection. My editor is still hounding me for that Turnstile review at some point. How else am I supposed to hear it?

But then I got paranoid and hung up. Like, what if the storm drain guy they sent was a huge GWAR fan and just fished out the yet-to-be-released album to take for himself? You don’t want advanced copies falling into the wrong hands. You have to handle them with absolute care.

So I shimmied my way down the drain myself to retrieve what was rightfully mine. However, something they don’t tell you about storm drains is that they’re way easier to get in than they are to get out. And there’s no cell service down there for some reason. Nationwide coverage my ass.

Long story short, on my fifth consecutive day trapped in a storm drain surviving on nothing but surprisingly refreshing stormwater, someone finally discovered me and called the authorities. The rescue took hours.

More importantly, I got back my GWAR album just in time to submit this exact review. So, you’re welcome. Turns out, the album was unexpectedly resilient under harsh circumstances. Indestructible, really.

SCORE: 10 out of 10 for durability.

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New Yorker Desperate To Attribute Cum Smell To Those Weird Trees

NEW YORK CITY — Lower East Side resident Amanda Giardi is hopefully assuming that the overwhelming smell of cum surrounding her is due to those weird trees with the white flowers, sources who couldn’t agree more confirmed.

“Every time I walk out of my apartment I’m just blasted with this overwhelming stink of you-know-what,” said Giardi, of the peculiar odor that permeates her neighborhood every year when the temperature begins to rise. “People say it’s those Callery pear trees. I really hope it is, because my stomach turns at the alternative explanation. I mean, there can’t be that much jizz out there in the streets. The wet piss and steaming garbage smell makes sense, but the amount of spooge it would take to smell this strong is something I don’t want to think about.”

According to neighbor and longtime New Yorker Muriel Gelman, city dwellers need to learn to come to terms with a whole host of putrid scents.

“Foul smells are a fact of city life,” said Gelman. “Those trees are just one of many disgusting odors we New Yorkers have to try to ignore or explain away. I’ve smelled it all – number one, number two, throwup, spunk, you name it. You either get accustomed to it, or you chain-smoke wherever you’re still allowed to until you lose your sense of smell altogether like I did. It really makes living here more bearable.”

New York isn’t the only area coping with this particular olfactory offender.

“People like to blame the trees,” said Dimitri Adamos, a municipal sanitation worker in Washington, DC. “We got ‘em here, too. But there are other factors at play. You’d be surprised at just how much nut is all around you in a big city. Sometimes the storm drains are all blocked up after the weekend. Occasionally, we gotta go down there in waders and kick a huge plug of jammed up rubbers through the outflow pipe.”

“As for the smell,” continued Adamos, “I think it’s always there, but people only notice it when the weather gets warmer and they start going outside more. Do the trees smell? Yeah, they’re kind of gross. But don’t forget about all that goo. That’s a big part of it.”

At press time, Giardi was already looking forward to blaming another nauseating odor on a species of shrub that smells exactly like diarrhea, which begins flowering in mid-summer.

Girl on Boyfriend’s Shoulders Inducted Into Rock And Roll Hall of Fame

CLEVELAND —  An intoxicated woman sitting atop her boyfriend’s shoulders will be the first non-musical act inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as part of the 2022 class, Hall officials confirmed.

“What a great addition to the Hall they are gonna be,” said Rock and Roll Hall of Fame President Greg Harris. “Sure, Dick Dale isn’t in yet, but we’ll get to him. Nothing exemplifies the spirit of rock’n’roll like an obnoxious, drunk person blocking your view and screaming louder than the act. Frankly, I’m surprised we didn’t get them in there sooner.”

The woman, Dawn Cramer, has been a fixture of most concerts in the Columbus, Ohio area for the last several decades, kicking off her legendary run of concert inebriation at Motley Crue’s “Dr. Feelgood” world tour in 1989.  

“Yeah! Fuck yeah. Wooooooooo,” said Cramer, when told of her designation as a Rock and Roll Hall of Famer. “That’s so fucking cool. Hey, do they have a beer tent at this thing, or should I sneak a bag of wine under my shirt?”

For her live performance at the induction ceremony, Cramer surprised fans by reuniting with her original concert companion — her high school sweetheart, David Melvin — to watch the other inductees from the wings of the stage.

“I can’t believe they got them back together. I heard he hurt his back working as a roofer back in ’97, and people thought he would never lift again,” said longtime fan Dwight McKinnon. “Not to mention the Sponge incident at Lollapalooza that broke them up to begin with. Did you see the way she threw up all over herself during the intro of ‘Money for Nothing,’ though, and he still kept her up straight while shielding his eyes? They still got it! What an amazing performance.”

The duo have since denied rumors that the reconciliation will be a permanent one, as Melvin is happily married, while Cramer has “…a bunch of fuckin’ court dates coming up.”

Well Well, Someone’s Suddenly Showing Interest in My NFTs Now That They’re Divorcing Me

Well isn’t this a surprising turn of events? I recently received a very interesting letter from an attorney concerning a certain non-fungible asset in my portfolio. I recall not so long ago someone dismissing NFTs as, “a fucking scam” and “the reason our relationship is crumbling.” Well, somebody sure is singing a different tune now that they’re divorcing me.

When I first explained why I was diversifying our savings into cartoon apes, I was called a “fool,” “insane,” and even a “fucking loser.” It sure sounds like somebody is ready to believe in their value now that they no longer love me. So who’s the loser now?

For the longest time, I thought our love was as secure as the blockchain. But it turns out our bond was fungible after all. Sure, things hadn’t been great between us for years, but I was ready to buy the dip. But now that my ex has come for my apes, this shit is officially irreconcilable. What really hurts is that I gave my ex every opportunity to join me on this journey. These could have been our apes.

Take the kids. You helped create them, after all. But you had nothing to do with my NFTs. How will I show my face at the Bored Ape Yacht Club after this? Hey, here’s an idea: Why don’t you just take a screenshot of them. Like I didn’t hear that one enough times.

If this is how it has to be then I hope that, in time, you’ll learn to love my NFTs as much as I do. And I certainly hope you appreciate them for their artistic merit because guess what, honey, it turns out they actually are worthless.

Punk Teacher Keeps Asking Students to Move Up Closer to the Front

NEW YORK — Part-time punk and full-time teacher Jack Hannon once again made an impassioned plea to his students to move “move the fuck up” to the front of the classroom, confused students confirmed.

“At the start of every day he just aggressively paces back and forth for a while. One time he ripped off his sweater and headbutted the chalkboard before dropping to his knees and wrapping the cord of the overhead projector around his fist,” said freshman Alison Tibiate. “He kept saying ‘if you’re feeling what I’m feeling tonight move up closer to the front, there’s plenty of room. Let’s get this thing going!’ but none of us were sure what ‘this thing’ even was. Math?”

Hannon believes his actions to get the class to pay attention are completely justified despite the criticism.

“You think this kind of shit would be happening in Reagan Youth’s home economics class? No fucking way,” said Hannon in between puffs of the old discarded Marlboro Red 100 he picked up in the parking lot. “I’m sick and tired of this ‘fuck you horseshoe’ every class like everyone is afraid to be in front of the whiteboard. Sure you might get hurt, but that’s what it’s all about. If these kids aren’t ready to handle it when things get rowdy up front, how can they expect to be prepared for the rest of life’s challenges? It’s my responsibility to instill a deep knowledge of algebra and fear deep inside my students. It will make all of them better functioning adults.”

Hannon’s direct supervisor Principal Edgar Zarpentine admits to having a hard time understanding the teacher’s unorthodox methods.

“My main concern is that it doesn’t seem like these kids are learning what they need to be learning. This is a math class, but if you ask these kids to solve for x they’ll tell you to fuck off and start some sort of circular slam dancing tornado. It’s terrifying,” said Principal Zarpentine. “Where are they learning this behavior? I for one blame Mr.Hannon, especially after I found the ‘How to Find the Circumference of a Circle Pit’ take-home packet he gave the kids last week.”

“I’m not sure what we’re going to do about this situation,” Zarpentine added. “But I assure you we are taking this matter very seriously”

Due to the nationwide teacher shortage, Mr.Hannon has also been put in charge of the school’s orchestra who are preparing to play through the entire Black Flag discography for this year’s Christmas Concert.

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