Blog is postponed due to lack of creativity and stunted economic growth.
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Life is taking a toll on me.
Didn't society learn anything from the last time?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Stars - Part 1
So this may be short, but it's been about a week and such things, you know...
So I go to Southgate House at about 4:00 p.m., and the doors didn't even open until 7:00. I wanted to get there early though to have a good spot and to miss rush hour traffic from Cincy because it is horrid. So I find my parking place and walk around a bit, first to the venue. I ask the guy on the porch where will-call is since I've never been there. It turned out to be the lead singer of Bell X1, the opener and the band I really like now. So I go inside and check the place out for a minute, realize its coolness level is about a 9/10 or 10/10, and the leave to get some ice cream. No sooner than when I get back to the porch with my fucking $4 scoop in a fucking $4 waffle cone, do I see the lead singer of Bell X1 and the drummer for Stars eating some expensive fucking ice cream too! I didn't know their names, so I didn't say anything. But hell, 3 more minutes and we would have ordered at the same time. Shit luck.
So after I'm done I go inside because I have nothing else to do for a few hours. I sit at the bar just to wait around, and this is where I meet Bob and Lou. Bob is the older bar patron, 'round 60ish, and Lou, the bartender is about 40 or so. I can't remember the conversations we all had, but they were really awesome to talk to for a few hours. I felt at home. Cool, yeah.
So Stars come on and I'm pumped as hell. Highlight: Torq points to my Morrissey shirt and says, "This song is for the shirt that guy has on, see it?" It is "What I'm Trying To Say", though I've always imagined Reunion as a Moz/Smiths song from Stars. Oh well, they are amazing nonetheless. Also, I had the best spot in the house, right in front of Amy Millan. She looked at me more than once. Oh yeah.
I go to say hello to Torq after the show and we get to talk about Moz a bit, and then I get to go see and meet Amy - picture in previous post. I asked Torq if they would be out back because I had something in my car for them to sign, and he said they'd wait around. I go out and get my Set Yourself On Fire LP and take it to him. He tells me about how the cover is his wife and how amazingly beautiful it is and how mad it made him when Arts&Crafts banned the cover because it was terroristic in nature. We talked about how fucked that is and that there are far worse things in life than that. We got to talk more Moz after that and got to share a genuine corncob pipe with the others standing around. I didn't take in the pipe-ness, but it was a sight to see.
After Torq has to leave to change and watch Seinfeld (I told him to watch Arrested Development instead to which he agrees) I walk around front because I hear Amy is up there. I see her walk up the stairs as soon as I see the front door. I still go in to catch some of the karaoke night. Gawd those people were bad! Oh well, I had a great time, caught up with Lou to say hey. I then turned around and saw Amy standing there. I awkwardly said, "Hi Amy." and I asked her to sign my LP. She was obviously a little tipsy, but that was fine with me. She smiled and said, "I think we've met before." She held on to my record, but my other things fell on the floor. She held my shoulder as I knelt down to pick them up, and when I got up she said she was sorry and hugged me :) She then wrote something I still cannot read on my record.
End.
So I go to Southgate House at about 4:00 p.m., and the doors didn't even open until 7:00. I wanted to get there early though to have a good spot and to miss rush hour traffic from Cincy because it is horrid. So I find my parking place and walk around a bit, first to the venue. I ask the guy on the porch where will-call is since I've never been there. It turned out to be the lead singer of Bell X1, the opener and the band I really like now. So I go inside and check the place out for a minute, realize its coolness level is about a 9/10 or 10/10, and the leave to get some ice cream. No sooner than when I get back to the porch with my fucking $4 scoop in a fucking $4 waffle cone, do I see the lead singer of Bell X1 and the drummer for Stars eating some expensive fucking ice cream too! I didn't know their names, so I didn't say anything. But hell, 3 more minutes and we would have ordered at the same time. Shit luck.
So after I'm done I go inside because I have nothing else to do for a few hours. I sit at the bar just to wait around, and this is where I meet Bob and Lou. Bob is the older bar patron, 'round 60ish, and Lou, the bartender is about 40 or so. I can't remember the conversations we all had, but they were really awesome to talk to for a few hours. I felt at home. Cool, yeah.
So Stars come on and I'm pumped as hell. Highlight: Torq points to my Morrissey shirt and says, "This song is for the shirt that guy has on, see it?" It is "What I'm Trying To Say", though I've always imagined Reunion as a Moz/Smiths song from Stars. Oh well, they are amazing nonetheless. Also, I had the best spot in the house, right in front of Amy Millan. She looked at me more than once. Oh yeah.
I go to say hello to Torq after the show and we get to talk about Moz a bit, and then I get to go see and meet Amy - picture in previous post. I asked Torq if they would be out back because I had something in my car for them to sign, and he said they'd wait around. I go out and get my Set Yourself On Fire LP and take it to him. He tells me about how the cover is his wife and how amazingly beautiful it is and how mad it made him when Arts&Crafts banned the cover because it was terroristic in nature. We talked about how fucked that is and that there are far worse things in life than that. We got to talk more Moz after that and got to share a genuine corncob pipe with the others standing around. I didn't take in the pipe-ness, but it was a sight to see.
After Torq has to leave to change and watch Seinfeld (I told him to watch Arrested Development instead to which he agrees) I walk around front because I hear Amy is up there. I see her walk up the stairs as soon as I see the front door. I still go in to catch some of the karaoke night. Gawd those people were bad! Oh well, I had a great time, caught up with Lou to say hey. I then turned around and saw Amy standing there. I awkwardly said, "Hi Amy." and I asked her to sign my LP. She was obviously a little tipsy, but that was fine with me. She smiled and said, "I think we've met before." She held on to my record, but my other things fell on the floor. She held my shoulder as I knelt down to pick them up, and when I got up she said she was sorry and hugged me :) She then wrote something I still cannot read on my record.
End.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Really?
I'm watching NBC's Football Night in America. Thank God I'm not in Canada, right NBC? We have to tag a showing of a football game with "America"? Really?
Saturday, September 6, 2008
There Is No God
No, actually I think there is a God. But I think that God is mocking me. It could be that, or maybe the planets are aligned or some bullshit like that. Is it a full moon this week? Who knows; not me, that's for damn sure.
I could go two years without speaking to a single soul, but all of the sudden everyone wants a piece of me. I don't understand it either, I thought I was only a real person on the Internet.
This is incomplete. I'm just plain done for today, my creativity is drained.
Vampire Weekend on Tuesday, should be a decent time.
I could go two years without speaking to a single soul, but all of the sudden everyone wants a piece of me. I don't understand it either, I thought I was only a real person on the Internet.
This is incomplete. I'm just plain done for today, my creativity is drained.
Vampire Weekend on Tuesday, should be a decent time.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Some deep insight from Amazon.com
Amazon is setting me up to fail.
The other day, well, Monday, I hopped on to Amazon to buy the entire discography of the band Stars. I saw they are touring now and I desperately need to see them this month. I only had a few of their albums though, so I had some catching up to do. Amazon has this thing where they recommend items to you based on what you previously ordered. I have got Morrissey CD's before, and they recommended that I buy The Smiths - Best Of vol. 1. Well of course I'm not going to buy that because I already have all those songs. However, I think that's a good recommendation for someone that just started listening to them/him.
I was driving around yesterday listening to my newly acquired Stars CD's (and Oasis), and I was thinking about possibly writing music reviews on relatively unknown albums. Since I secretly want to write, and I like some music that quite a few people have never heard of, I thought it would be a good way to combine those things that I'm not good at doing. What bad could happen? Plus, I just finished Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, and I wondered to myself, could life ever be sane again... oh, I mean I thought that I could possibly write something like that. It wouldn't have all those pop references though, but maybe a few. It also wouldn't be interesting, but it would have to suffice.
So what does Amazon recommend to me today? No, not Best Of The Smiths or even Jobriath, it recommends that I should start subscribing to Writer's Digest. Fuck you Amazon! How can you determine my personality so well?! I was thinking about writing Amazon a letter, but I need a better writing style first. So what does that mean? A subscription to Writer's Digest is in store for that me to scribe that letter.
Oh, nevermind, it's $20. Do you know how many Stars songs I can get for $20? A lot, and that's what I got with my twenty bucks.
The other day, well, Monday, I hopped on to Amazon to buy the entire discography of the band Stars. I saw they are touring now and I desperately need to see them this month. I only had a few of their albums though, so I had some catching up to do. Amazon has this thing where they recommend items to you based on what you previously ordered. I have got Morrissey CD's before, and they recommended that I buy The Smiths - Best Of vol. 1. Well of course I'm not going to buy that because I already have all those songs. However, I think that's a good recommendation for someone that just started listening to them/him.
I was driving around yesterday listening to my newly acquired Stars CD's (and Oasis), and I was thinking about possibly writing music reviews on relatively unknown albums. Since I secretly want to write, and I like some music that quite a few people have never heard of, I thought it would be a good way to combine those things that I'm not good at doing. What bad could happen? Plus, I just finished Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, and I wondered to myself, could life ever be sane again... oh, I mean I thought that I could possibly write something like that. It wouldn't have all those pop references though, but maybe a few. It also wouldn't be interesting, but it would have to suffice.
So what does Amazon recommend to me today? No, not Best Of The Smiths or even Jobriath, it recommends that I should start subscribing to Writer's Digest. Fuck you Amazon! How can you determine my personality so well?! I was thinking about writing Amazon a letter, but I need a better writing style first. So what does that mean? A subscription to Writer's Digest is in store for that me to scribe that letter.
Oh, nevermind, it's $20. Do you know how many Stars songs I can get for $20? A lot, and that's what I got with my twenty bucks.
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