nabescast Premiere!

This is the first of hopefully many more nabescasts. We're getting in the groove of things and figuring out how to actually make this interesting so bear with us, keep updated to see what's new. Click on the title of this post to download.

Corn Council

Kind of corny, a cornucopia of cocks, a chronicle of killers. Carnage comes with corneous chaps.

Kitteh!

In the second episode of the mini-series, Kitteh dupes our officers and makes his escape. Also Beasley gets whacked.

Bunneh!

The notorious gangster Bunneh's only interrogation and subsequent escape. If you have any information about this crook, call your local CrimeHoppers unit.

America's Best Roommate Story

This one actually has some production. Loosely based off someone that we all know, Brady interviews for the chance to become America's Best Roommate; but not without his current roommate/reference's two cents.

Three Ball Technique

While I didn't get the actual wreck on camera, it happened during an interview and the reaction is priceless.  See the story behind the Creature's epic stozed-out boat fail, with commentary and analysis from one of our field reporters.

Goat Cheese

Well he's just an excitable boy!

Rugrats

While reflecting on the classic 90s kids show, MF adds a little fanfiction and imagines what it would be like.

Bonnareview

Having never been to a music festival before, I didn't know what to expect.  As it turned out, it was awesome; so awesome that the volunteers cleaning up after the festival found a dead body laying inconspicuously in a tent in the field.  They probably died because they didn't have enough ganj to last Phish's second hours-long set, no medication after that dose of Phish will do it.

Animal Collective

This was sort of strange because they played at two in the afternoon, instead of sometime at night, where they could have put on a trippy light show.  It took some convincing to get my friend to stand outside in the blazing sun hours before the set so we could get a good spot, but it was worth a mild sunburn.  We got in the fray about 20 yards from the stage (they played at Which Stage), and as soon as they raised Merriweather's album cover the crowd went apeshit.  The set was Merriweather heavy, they played Lion in a Coma, Summertime Clothes, Brothersport and My Girls (along with others I can't remember).  They abstained from playing My Girl's awful baseline which was nice because otherwise I probably would have yaked all in the thick of the crowd.  The performance overall was weaker than most all of the other shows that weekend, but luckily they happened to be AC so I still walked away starry-eyed and satisfied.

Grizzly Bear

They were scheduled to play in a tent a few hours after AC, so we headed back to our campsite to chill a bit before re-entering centeroo.  Fortunately we had some heady bud to help pass the time, but unfortunately it knocked out most of our camp and we didn't make it back.  Goddamn.

TV on the Radio

Another band I had never heard of, or heard, until I was at their show.  The crowd was awed at how 'black' (I don't know why I put that in quotes) the band was, and lo and behold the singer and lead guitarist were both black.  I guess all the hipster/otherwise painfully white people who listen to TV were surprised that black people can make alt/indie stuff too.  Another quick word about black people at Bonnaroo: I didn't see a single black woman, and the men were either with some slightly overweight white woman or with the band.  Anyways, I thought TV was good, their front man Tunde Adebimpe really got the crowd in to it.  Had I known the songs I would have been more psyched, but they were good enough to mediafire when I got home.

David Byrne

Other than being in Talking Heads, David Byrne was another guy I hadn't heard much of.  His solo stuff was pretty impressive, especially considering his age.  He remembered where he was the entire time, and never even once digressed to talking about Coke in bottles or the discovery of penicillin.  He and the chorus and band were all decked out in classy-as-fuck-white, and the light show was impressive.  Although he didn't play Psycho Killer, it was definitely worth going.

Girl Talk

I saw Mr. Greg when he came to Columbus over the winter, but I had to cut out after only about twenty minutes of the show because I had to work a late shift.  People were staked out at That Tent for hours before either Crystal Castles or the other band that was also going before Girl Talk got on, just for an opportunity to get on the stage with Greg.  I moseyed in around thirty minutes before it started, and got a pretty good spot under the tent.  The best part of the show was the green man who was near us, some dude with a full one-piece spandex green suit that zipped up the back and had no holes for eyes or anything.  After about an hour and a half we had to leave, lest we pass out and become trampled to death.  I stumbled into my tent at 4:30, only to wake up in a pool of my own sweat and dead ants five hours later.

Of Montreal

This was the best show I saw at the Roo, hands down.  I found out that strangely, only tall people like Of Montreal, which made it hard to find a good place to stand.  Luckily, before the members came on we found an oasis of short girls about 30 yards from the stage and we nestled in.  The crowd went nuts when the band came on, and they had all sorts of wiggy costumes and leaf blowers with confetti and shit to entertain with during the music.  They played a good amount of Hissing Fauna, which was fortunate for me as that's the album I'm most familiar with.  The best part came at the end, they decided to play The Past Is A Grotesque Animal, and I almost blew loads all over the small girls all around me.  Nothing was more climactic and powerful as that performance of that song, and at the end the members smashed the poo out of their instruments and flung the jagged bits of base and guitar out in the crowd.  So epic.

The Decemberists

Like Girl Talk, I had seen these guys before in the cbus, but that was in June, way more recent than winter break.  They played Hazards all the way through again, and I must say the more I hear it the more it's been growing on me.  Like in Columbus, the one woman (Stark..?) wasn't too impressive, while the other (Worden..?) was much better.  We had to leave before they played the extra songs after hazards, but walking back to the tent we heard July July, O Valencia, and they covered Crazy On You again.  I wish I had stayed but we had bidness.

MGMT

We didn't learn from our mistake surrounding Grizzly Bear, and our bidness left us once again passed out in the tent.  We woke up at 3 a.m., thought about catching the end of this show, decided fuck it and passed out again.  We heard they weren't that good anyway, so, sour grapes.

Okkervil River

The last band I saw at the festival, and man was it a trip.  Again, I had never heard of them before this, and I was shroomin, so the combination of not knowing what to expect and not knowing what was actually real was really, well, surreal.  People gave me and Bill space as we twitched and flinched with joy to the music.  In fact, I got this CD for my dad for father's day, and whatdoyaknow he likes it.  Go me!

As long as I have $240 I'm going next year for sure, I hope we can get a bigger group so save your  money!

I Need It To Wipe My Ass

After years of sexual anxiety, MF finally comes out, marked by a Freudian slip in his freestyle. As he begins to flame the toilet paper does the same, and while we were able to stamp out half the conflagration, our roommates outside could still smell MF's burning desire for dick.