Showing posts with label Patrick Tutwiler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patrick Tutwiler. Show all posts
Friday, September 7, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Piping Hot Release
WUAG is releasing a CD! Tonight! At Green Street! Read all about it. AND GO!
Wednesday, April 11th @ Greene Street (113 N. Greene Street)
Parts & Labor
Boa Narrow
The Foreigners
The Bronzed Chours
Admission is $10 - When you pay the admission you get lots of things. You get a copy of the new WUAG CD, "Taylor 25: A Nostalgic Retrospective," You will get a pass which will allow you to attend the next night for free at Two Art Chicks, and the first 50 people will get a copy of last years, "18 Watts Is Better Than None."
Look for HypePipe Boy Reporter, Patrick Tutwiler.
You will also get a HypePipe sticker if you pinch his butt.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Breaking News: Chris Daughtry ate a Cheese Pizza
Okay, so I know there are probably literally thousands of myspace users out there right now who are soooooo mad at me for not liveblogging the Daughtry Day festivities like I said I would. But your anger only makes me laugh at your ignorance.
I, Patrick Tutwiler Boy Reporter, in an effort to provide you, dear readers, with the most eXtreme Daughtry experience ever, went far beyond the limits of journalistic integrity and infiltrated the exclusive pre- and after-parties hosted by Honda's finest himself. This feat renders all your complaints moot just as surely as it blows away all your expectations.
Posing as a common waiter, at a bourgeois wine establishment called The Press, in the newly-gentrified South Side neighborhood of Greensboro, I managed to get within inches of Chris Daughtry several times. He wore dark khol around his eyes, like an Egyptian, and his jeans were torn, yet new at the same time. He never once took off his embroidered tobogin, and he hugged everyone. I was armed with only my camera phone, with which I both took pictures (coming soon) and communicated with my support team stationed at Riojas.(note: my support team was only marginally supportive. I basically did everything myself.)
It was daunting work. In fact, after 10 hours, it became so excruciatingly boring that I had to leave. Nonetheless, I did get some super hi-def pics of Daughtry's strech SUV. But those are for another post...
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