Pyra rambles on about her latest cover-up tattoo, buying entirely too many thrift store rock shirts, and goes off on tangents on whether or not there’s any dudes named Kelly anymore and why Pyra stopped making industrial noise. She also gives a long, long progress report on the new maQLu album and how Pyra plans to weasel the last one into college radio a year later.
Also: Pyra gets reported to the Facebook Gestapo for using a fake name… joke’s on the rat, though, as “Pyra Draculea” is actually her real name, so suck it!
Plus: Twitter hashtags, the album of the week, and a top 10 list about obnoxious post-tattoo behaviour.
This week, Pyra reveals the sweetest words a woman can ever hear, talks about the importance of wearing the correct size of hooker heels, skips the gym, and tells a Zamo the Destroyer joke relating to last month’s San Bernadino terrorist attacks.
Also: a discussion about BC house assessments gone mad, real estate prices, and refusing to agree to a fixer upper if she and her dad move to a new Castle Draculea.
This week, Pyra blabs on about her New Year’s resolutions (which mostly involve vanity stuff), finally washes her make-up brushes, figures it’s time for a new Groupie Barbie, and reads a blog about the mall-ification of punk rock style.
Plus: cheekbone girl problems and some Twitter hashtags.
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!
This week, Dave Mustaine is looking to sell his house to “the right buyer” (real estate speak for “full price or f— off!”), 1969 Velvet Underground concerts get released, the Foo Fighters have a free EP that they didn’t even force you to download, Foreigner announce tour dates and skip Paris, Duff McKagan talks funk groove jamming, and Great White rise from the ashes to start working on another new album.
Also, Pyra chats about seeing Public Image Ltd. live and complains about the anachronistic anti-Christian songs and Johnny’s jazz improv rhythm stylings (side note: wrong rhythms make Pyra’s skin crawl). She also waxes rhapsodic about the wonders of stripper heels and rambles on about the importance of musical cross-fertilization.
Plus: “technical difficulties” is a funny way to spell “Pyra screwed up” and six months is amazingly efficient for bureaucrats.
Lots of ranting about the Paris atrocities and media malpractise as the journalists insist this has nothing to do with Islam and the French edition of the Huffington Post even suggests climate change is to blame.
Also: U2 decides Paris has suffered enough and cancels their show, Marilyn Manson isn’t so brave against non-Christian zealots, Robert Smith looks possessed by the ghost of Andrea Dworkin, Metallica plan to keep touring til they go senile, and the latest rumors say that the classic Guns N Roses reunion will only be 40% more classic than Axl’s current band.
Plus: Charlie Sheen has HIV, a blog about obsessive junkies, and jokes about emergency contacts for pole dancing class.