HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM BREAKUP BREAKDOWN!!

Ah. New Year's Day. One of my favorite days of the year. It's a day during which you can sleep in until 2, stay in bed for another few hours watching a DVD, then, if you're feeling energetic, pull up to the cellphone to order some hangover-nursing Chinese food. A Law and Order: SVU marathon later and you've got yourself a day. These are the kinds of luxuries an old maid like me can afford to indulge in - if only once a year without guilt.


2008! But, before we get excited, we must first deal with 2007. I think it's about time for a recap/round-up/best-of situation, don't you? Alright, here goes:

(the opinions here-in are those of Allie Breakup and only Allie Breakup)

Best Album of 2007: In Rainbows - Radiohead. I can't think of an album that I listened to or enjoyed more than this in the past year. Runner Up: Wilco - Sky Blue Sky



Best Song of 2007: According to my Creative Zen Vision:M (god, that's a catchy name), the song I listened to most was Challengers by the New Pornographers. Neko, you can do no wrong.

Best Live Show of 2007: Besides the show that BUBD played at the outdoor scooter festival (kidding), I am going with Wilco at Warsaw. See my ecstatic review here. Runner Up: Ida/Tara Jane O'Neil at the Knitting Factory.

Best Movie of 2007: No Country For Old Men. Runner Up: Hot Fuzz

Best Wedding of 2007: Jeff and Whitney. Runner Up: Pete Doherty and Kate Moss but since their Buddhist ceremony wasn't legally binding I'm not sure it counts. Those two can't catch a break.



Best Muffin of 2007: Sprinkle muffin on the day of Whitney and Jeff's wedding.



Worst Attempt to cover up Plastic Surgery of 2007: Joan Van Ark. I resolve to not look at pictures of this kind in 2008.



Best Christmas Ornament that looks like Mr. Hanky of 2007: Sorry, Mom.

I LOST 20 POUNDS AT THE WILCO SHOW

Last night Wyatt, Jeff and I, escorted by the lovely Whitney, went to see Wilco and Low at Warsaw. It was FUCKING GOOD. So fucking good, in fact, that it has widened the range of all things good. There is a new high and it is seeing Wilco at Warsaw.

If you haven't been to Warsaw, it is a venue located in the Polish National Home in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. They serve pierogies, kielbasa and Zywiec (proper pronunciation: zee-vee-etch) in the bar area. The room with the stage is not unlike my elementary school cafetorium - a big, high-ceilinged box with a raised stage up front. It's VERY small for Wilco. They sold out two nights in a row at Radio City, for crying in the sink.

It was crowded. And hot. And sweaty. Wyatt had to go to the back after a while in search of water and air and I don't blame him. It was tight up there. Here's a view from where we were:



They played old stuff (a couple songs, at least, from Being There) and my favorite stuff from the new album. They even played HOODOO VOODOO. I couldn't believe it.

Tweeds was in great voice and in a great mood. He was all smiley and stuff!

The only drawback to the evening (besides the heat) was something I've complained about before: people singing along. It is so annoying. There are times and places and you should know that by now, you stupid hippies.