This week: Pyra gets spooked by an earthquake, gets another hibiscus tattoo, gets gets unreasonably irked by decor items with words, and can’t resist the siren song of a Victoria’s Secret clearance sale.
Also: Attack of the Bieberbots! Christmas bonding over calling Pawn Stars people morons! And a few Twitter hashtags.
This week, Pyra walks face-first into a door (no, really!); bakes cookies as an equal and opposite reaction to going to the gym (the cookies are winning); gets called a Nazi by a retard (and reads the blog about Trump that sparked the whole thing); and reviews/rebuts the worst sex book ever written and says the words “vag,” “boobs,” and “cum” a lot (you’re welcome!)
PS: no more rock news in this show, but cheer up – Pyra’s starting a new show this weekend called “The Rock n Roll Blather Show” with nothing but rock news!
This week, Ozzy insists no one wants to hear new Black Sabbath music, Blabbermouth commenters try being helpful when discussing how Vince Neil wastes water in San Francisco, Bret Michaels spitballs about who Poison will open for on a hypothetical future tour while Bobby Dall gets promoted to “sorta fuckable,” and we learn why Nikki Sixx always makes everything about Nikki Sixx even when it’s not.
Also: Pyra gets her jam space all nice and hospitable, tries to dance with a buggered-up post-tattoo arm, buys crappy records at the thrift store, and gives teasers about upcoming video stuff.
Plus: the top earning rock bands of the year and a purse that matches Pyra’s new tattoo.
This week: Stryper claims to be bigger rebels than their fellow 80s rockers; Nikki Sixx needs attention; rumors now say the Guns N Roses reunion isn’t happening til 2017; Ronnie Wood’s gonna be a dad again, so his grandkids are looking forward to a new baby uncle or aunt to play with; Scott Weiland dies of a heart attack at 48 and his bandmates get busted for coke possession, yet Mrs. Weiland insists it wasn’t drugs.
Also: Pyra squawks a lot about her freshly tattooed arm being sore.
This week: Slash plays the national anthem with some band geeks; Richard Fortus gets along great with the guy who signs his paycheques; Kiss turn their own damn noise down with an acoustic set; the Pope releases a prog rock album, sorta; Compressorhead needs a robo-singer, T-Pain need not apply; David Lee Roth’s surprise reunion with his old solo band gets squashed by the fire marshalls; some dude Pyra’s never heard of gets his Mötleys confused and calls Nikki Sixx a fat has-been; and Skid Row just aren’t comfortable with Sebastian Bach, OK?
Also: how to fall off a chair while looking like you meant to do that and other lap dance class foibles; Pyra theoretically learns to twerk; Pyra goes to the Comedy Shocker and The Vampire Bats at the Rickshaw; and Rolling Stone claims psychedelic microdosing is the latest business performance boosting trend, fact checking be damned!