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"Recently, on a trip to San Diego, I was doing karaoke when I split my pants right down the middle. I had to decide whether..."
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Occupation:
Music Journalist/DJ
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Hobbies and Interests:
Guitar, Film, politics, traveling, dogging on George Bush, Karaoke, making fun of people doing karaoke, auto demolition.
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Favorite Books:
A Prayer For Owen Meany; Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs
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Favorite Movies:
The Big Lebowski, Magnolia, UHF
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Favorite Music:
Wilco, Pavement, Jon Brion, Gomez, Rhett Miller, The Humpty Dance, Postal Service, Bright Eyes, Beck, The Who, The Beatles, Aereogramme, Jurassic 5, Dr. Dre, Yo La Tengo, The New Deal, Phish, The Shins, Z-Trip, Weezer, Sonic Youth, Lucero, moe.
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Simpsons, Sopranos, The Daily Show, 24, Alias, Arrested Development
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Zodiac Sign:
Cancer
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About Me:
Recently, on a trip to San Diego, I was doing karaoke when I split my pants right down the middle. I had to decide whether to finish the song or run off in embarrasment. I finished the song.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Someone who likes free tickets to concerts. I get a lot of
them. You may have seen me rocking out this year everywhere from Hilary Duff to Wilco. I live on the edge.
Oh, and drummers. Who aren't crazy. And live in L.A. And
aren't too hip for their own good. And who aren't just in
it for the money. Or the groupies.
What, too much?
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a sideman when we were in high
school. A writer of brilliant tunes that
sometimes evoked Nirvana and
sometimes They Might be Giants, Jeff
taught me fundamentals like No, trust
me, if you DONT beat the shit out of the
drums, THEN itll sound like you dont
know what youre doing. He was also
happy to indulge me in my obsessions.
At a Halloween concert, the band had
all agreed to go on stage dressed like
gangsters, and Jeff patiently waited as I
made a rambling, completely
unintelligible announcement in jowly
Vito Corleonese to an increasingly
impatient audience. I guess Jeff
thought his little protg would outgrow
that phase. Ha!
L.A. when are you coming to NYC? or do i
have to wait till ACL this year for us to rock
out?? you better be going or i'm kicking
you....hard!
from your eye and trickles down your
cheek just to gently rest upon your
lips.
appetite made us miss our
scheduled tour of Robben Island in
Cape Town......but how could I? Met
Jeff on assignment in South Africa
and he became my travel buddy. He
rocks, knows way too much about
music and it was a pleasure to
watch him sing R Kelly's Ignition to a
somewhat bewildered store
attendant on a hand made oil can
guitar in CT. He loves his craft (both
writing and music) and I know it's not
going to be long till I fly from over
from Sydney to catch him in concert
on some fuck-off stage in the States.
simultaneously of honey and venom)
was the original lead singer for the
last great beat poet/post-Soviet
supergroup: the Pat McGee Band.
Their music was truly clever; it mostly
appealed to women with low
self-esteem and mindless hordes of
disgusting hippies. Jeff's guitar, with
its unbreakable adamantium strings,
and a small arsenal of "tinny
sounding pedals, was the stuff of
legend.