Hey Friends!
Do you want to drink beer with Peter Bjorn and John?
BYT and Gibson Guitar are throwing a meet and great with Peter Morén on November 7th before their show at 930 club.
Arrive at 4 pm at the Gibson Guitar Showroom and stay until you're full of beer or Swedish pop. (or at least until 6pmish which is when they head out to sound-check)
8 of you lucky readers can win a spot on the guestlist +1 for a friend you're trying to impress. All you have to do is tell us the weirdest thing you've ever done/wanted to do while listening to PB&J
It'll be a mega party!
Previously in Misc/Awesome:
- 4/19: HAPPY National High Five Day!
- 4/17: Hangin' Tough with The D.C. Rollergirls
- 2/24: BYT Archives: Geek It Out
- 12/28: Terrible Boyfriend/ Girlfriend Generator.
- 12/1: The John Waters Advent Calendar-it starts today
- 11/28: It Chooses You: All I Want for Christmas is Everything from Miranda July's Pop-Up Shop
- 11/3: Things I'd Move to Minnesota For
- 9/6: PHOTOS: Maloof $$ Money Cup
- 9/2: PHOTOS: Chantilly Model Train Show
- 9/1: Libby's List: 5 Things I Want Right Now...
God loves a cheerful giver.
I seem to rember a bunch of champagne and me and my girlfriend (now wife) rolling around on the floor of our apartment naked with "Start to Melt" playing. Not too strange unless you take into account that were wearing mexican Lucha Libre masks at the time.
at sxsw a few years ago i missed my scheduled PB&J set because i was shit-faced and determined to get my picture taken with the pipettes ... then i got attacked by wolves
Ride my unicorn over the rainbow bridge into the frozen tundra of lazer beams whilst nibbling fancy cheeses and drinking black cherry soda. Naked.
That may or may not have actually happened.
when i was living in boston, i worked at a godiva store. one day, we got our new in-store music and PBJ was on it. bueno! later that day, a crackhead started coming into the store and taking handfuls of the free sample chocolates we were handing out.
Long story short, after returning a few times and trying to chat up our upper-crust clientele (ever seen a guy buy $10 worth of truffles with a black card?), I got to help security escort said crackhead out of the mall.
All the while "Let's Call it Off" was playing. Now I can't hear that song without thinking about creepy crackheads. Sweet.
There's always the lip cramps that I get for trying to whistle along with "Young Folks" and I love warming up for soccer matches while listening to all of "Falling Out". I've always wanted to drive through a bunch of those old school oscar the grouch trashcans when I hear "Nothing To Worry About". Not overly weird I guess...
Listening to "Amsterdam" on my headphones while biking through Amsterdam. I'm a fucking maniac.
I was shredding down the slopes while listing and had a brilliant idea to shred naked in the cold ...attempted to but was in a bikini instead!
PB&J's "Barcelona" makes me wish I could fly away on a Hippogriff. It would be flying low to the water and take me to an awesome secluded beach where I could watch the sun set as a soft rain falls. ow ow!
Weirdest thing I've done while listening to PB&J: Young Folks was playing in the local grocery store a couple years back, and something about the whistling in that song made it seem like an awesome idea to start stealing candy and various other smaller grocery items by putting them down my pants. I walked out with what must have looked like a massive erection as Lisa Loeb's Stay came on over the loudspeaker.
Strangest thing I ever did to Peter Bjorn & John was work. Didn't know Peter Bjorn & John at all but I needed a track to go on a TV commercial. I found 'Objects of my affection' and it found its way onto a Pontiac G6 commercial. Still my favorite song.
this morning, i was biking to work listening to "living thing" -- in particular "nothing to worry about."
as i stopped at the corner of 14th and eye street someone yelled "hey! ...hey!" and to my left was this young lady who looked like she hadn't slept and had deep, sunken coke eyes. she was in the backseat of a car and had the window down and asked me: "do you know where archibald's is? ...you know... the ratty old strip joint?"
in conclusion. i am pretty sure i gave directions to a stripper at 9:30 in the morning listening to pb&j.
Made a cutie take a brief hiatus from giving me a blowjob because she kept stopping me from following the PB&J beat on her head with my hands
spent an entire day speaking only in pb&j lyrics. it was enlightening, and i sounded like an asshole out of context. but it was wonderful.
i've always wanted to have a threesome with 3 scandinavian men named peter bjorn and john while i sing "objects of my affection"
@blunted -- WOW. i'm not sure whether to applaud or not. either way... wow.
haha, I'm not sure whether to applaud myself or not for putting that out on the blogosphere, but I did win