Daily Archives: June 11, 2008

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Straight Punch to the Crotch – Rock & Roll Wrestlers

Last night Onestarwatt.com assigned its roving reporter to the CLAW (Charlottesville Lady Arm Wrestlers) match at the Blue Moon Diner. For the first time the wrestling bouts were held outdoors in the beer garden/parking lot, a location which provided spectators with more room to throw their money around. According to the roving reporter, the highlight of the evening was a rowdy set by the band Straight Punch to the Crotch. Although the band competed against Catholic schoolgirls, Wonder Women, a saucy fairy named Tinkerhell, and Halloween-caliber cleavage for the attention of the crowd, they managed to be just as compelling as the wrestlers. The reporter found it difficult to drink and take notes at the same time, but she did write one word in her notebook during a post-show interview with Punch frontman Gene Osborn. That word was “husky.” But she could not elaborate this morning.

At the June 10 CLAW show, members of Straight Punch to the Crotch wrestled not with their arms (lucky for them, because Tinkerhell would have crushed them), but with their various musical instruments, and the band emerged from the fight victorious. Billy Hunt took out the drums ninja-style. Kathy Compton rearranged the keyboard’s face. Zach Snider whooped the bass guitar’s sorry ass. Marita Delgado crushed the ukulele like a baby worm. And Gene Osborn busted notes on his guitar until it bled. In short, it was a spectacular show worthy of the tasteful spectacle that is CLAW.

Last night Straight Punch to the Crotch debuted the new CLAW theme song. It made a resounding impression on everyone but the roving reporter, who at the time was inside the diner buying another beer. But she did catch “When Animals Attack” which you can hear on MySpace or through the stuffed bear implanted, Teddy Ruxpin-style, with the band’s recordings. You can also attend Punch’s CD release party at Zinc on June 21st. The roving reporter will be there with her notebook, trying to remember that she is a serious journalist and not the queen of the dance.

The perils of drinking until you set the noodles on fire

The last time I made the freshman “cooking while drunk” error was five years ago when I lit spaghetti on fire after an evening of karaoke in Northern Virginia. But last night I really wanted macaroni, and macaroni wanted me. But I only got as far as boiling a pot of water before the house started smelling like burning. So I guess I burned some water. Incidentally, you can’t throw a pot of water on something burning when the water itself is burning, because you’ll just add fuel to the fire. And that, Julia Childs, is how you make Eau Flambe.

”Well, you were a drug addict, but did you kill anybody?”

Kate Ward of Entertainment Weekly compiled a list of recent memoirs organized by subject. The list is hardly exhaustive, but it gives you a good taste of what it means to be human. Being human means accomplishing something that can easily translate into a clever book title.

I’m not going to write a memoir because then I’d be self-conscious about regaling people at dinner parties with the same stories. I’d say, “One time, when I was nine, I saw a coffee cup like this, except it was a little different.” And everyone would say, “That is a riveting story, but you cover it in chapter two.”