A Backseat Driver In Voight's Car

Hello interweb. J.B. here.

I'll be supplementing John Voight's Car with posts revolving around the local Minneapolis music scene as well as any happenings in the pop culture world that I deem worthy. This will most likely not include what club Lindsay Lohan lost her virginity in last night for the tenth time or how bat-shit crazy Tom Cruise is (extremely, by the way), but rather how cool it would be to have Sawyer from Lost as a roommate or an intellectual discussion on Minka Kelly's boobs. You know, the things people (me) really care about.

I've been unable to attend band shows recently due to work constraints and the fact that once I sit on my couch after a long day of pretending to look busy and lying to my coworkers about not actually being a CIA Secret Agent, I only get off it to change sweatpants after I've pissed myself three or four times. But I can say that I have an extensive knowledge of what bands are going to be in town and where they'll be playing despite not getting to see the actual show.

I'll still be posting to my other blog, Still Waiting For A Clever Title, so if you think my posts are sh*t and want to read more sh*t, then feel free to wander over there.

Cheers.