Forum Replies Created
-
Posts
-
hey thank you gentleman, this coward greatly appreciates y’all for complimenting my ramblin’. if you do not mind a little advice about the toothache, please go immediately to dentist and stay til the dentist actually looks in your mouth. the only thing i think worse than a toothache is a backache which reminds me j has excellent posture when he is sittin’ down playin’.
The doors at The Skinny (a reformed x rated movie theater, uh huh) in Portland Maine were s’posed to open at 9 for the J mascis solo acoustic performance. I arrived a wee bit early and was leery about hangin’ in front. I walked up and down congress street, taking a gander at some menu’s and then observing the dance studio diagonally across from the skinny, where couples young and old were cuttin’ a rug( portland has, well, changed more than I could imagine since I lived and or spent time there). Lights went on outside the door of the skinny at 9:00 and I booked back across the street to wait and ultimately merge into a sorta line, a mass of us surged through the doors into the lobby like it was really urgent to get in the building immediately, it was rather impossible to not just flow with the crowd, finally got my name checked on the list and a had a charming hassle over my i.d., yes I really am that old, dude was checkin’ the birthdate, of course. Walked straight through the bar and eyed the scene quickly, dark very dark, excellent for lurking. as i left the bar I navigated down a few steps and then the floor began to slope down to the stage (member it was a porn theater, oh yes the memories oozed from that floor). So my point is there is a crazy element of drunken stumbling even by the most sober person trying to negotiate this walk toward the stage. Couches and booth style stuff to sit or lounge on either side of room and pretty good view from everywhere, given you are tall enough or willing to perch. I sat down, to the right facing the stage and blended into the shadows, a bunch of guys on stage playing their instruments,check check checkin’. Found a brownie of some kind sittin ‘ there all forlorn and forgotten next to me and considered eatin’ it, decided p’rably was not the smartest idea I had that day and thought about offering it to J instead. Strange crowd, young, mostly real young and some older fans and well I felt real comfy there in the dark, a very sweet young’un (blonde and purty) asked to sit down next to me(HOW POLITE)and as we discovered within seconds we were both natives of vacationland chatted each other very enjoyably up. The rumors were flyin’ ‘bout who was gonna open and if J was gonna sit in on drums…
The first band started playin’ and introduced themselves as the warblers(spelling?) and as far as I am concerned they rocked but I think mebbe the band themselves thought the audience was not so into ‘em cuz there were some strange reactions and comments from the crowd, again only my perception, but the warblers seemed to lag the last three songs. Time passed in that strange through the lookin’ glass fashion as it tends to in maine, ever been there? Then ya know what I mean. and eventually two folks climbed on stage, a guitar and a flute duo, they were cool but only played I guess three songs when J joined ‘em on the drums. THEN they ROCKED so thoroughly!!! And I really would buy their c.d. if they had one, and not just for myself but for other people too, cuz the (as yet undesignated)band was that good.
And of course finally J gets onstage, and he does his thing to get ready and i reckon I had been standing since before j got on the drums with the band in the middle and was way sick of most of the crowd and their brilliant beer repartee so I scooted over to the far side and shit, I had the best view ever ‘ceptin’ I could not see J’s wicked incomparable guitar handiwork full on but appreciated it nonetheless. So J sang and spit and played and the drunk people really got into the dancing and singin’ along and poundin’ beer bottles like they are some kind of percussion instrument. It was fun to be a fan and watch everyone really lettin’ it all hang out and j was just unbelievably mesmerizing, the whole night was the stuff, ya know, that keeps ya up hummin’ and thinkin’ and considerin’ sleepin’ under the stars…<small>[ 07-29-2002, 02:34 AM: Message edited by: sarsaparilly ]</small>
not to regurgitate allison but i am so amazed this 7 year old girl freakin’ chewed through the duct tape, made it upstairs to break a window and yelled to kids playing in front of the abandoned building where she was being held captive and those kids pulled her out to safety and another kid rode his bike to find the pigs(cops)who were eating lunch. she saved herself!!! but the cops who the kid on the bike found gave her 1/2 of a sandwich, so i guess it must be they saved her from hunger? erica deserves all the credit surviving, escaping, erica is brilliant, clever and an inspiration. wonder if she watches buffy the vampire slayer?
i almost made it to that show.
thanks for the reviews and such, i was wondering about that c. brokaw fella.so screaming tree did ya dance with that crazy woo-man or what?
malcontent have fun at this clearly veddy chi-chi special event and do try to act the wanker and make lots of enemies. oh i believe, you probably already know this weekend in nashville the DR WHO convention is being held next door to NAMM so don’t forget to wear your scarf, celery, cravat or whatnot… i wonder malkie, do you think the pain/ experience from this unrequited love for ‘manda might finally make a song, eh? friends are good things to have and keep, or not. you could try to get her horriblydrunk as jav suggests? i dunno, it would definately work on me.
tally freakin’ hobring ’em on dude, i think i can take all of ’em blindfolded and handcuffed. flying cloud, siphonophora, simply stand behind me and stay down, i got this one… sludgie you comin’ with? i can sell those watches for gas money and we can become big time vigilantes.
thanks for the suggestion VF, ahhhh, well i don’t really drink any liquor ever anymore except yummy champagne only occasionally and then only the really good good stuff. and i ain’t got none or do I?however i have been kickin’ back all day and tryin ‘ to keep my cool despite my stormy mood this a.m. rented rushmore and something about mary for the evening so i will enjoy some brain candy and laugh away the mean reds and blue meanies, mebbe i will take a midnight dip at my secret beach?
thanks for putting up with my tantrums, i just know somehow this will not be the last time i write before i think!i have been in an such an angry angry mood lately and any form of chastisement or seeming criticism from perceived authority is too abrasive and frustrating for me to acknowlege or even reason through today, all that and my view of the apathy of others, well don’t get me started on my misanthropy… let me say i am sorry, i apologize for being a brat and mouthing off like a hot head as i am wont to do on any passing man, half-man or creature. sorry, i am.
<small>[ 07-13-2002, 03:26 PM: Message edited by: sarsaparilly ]</small>
</font><blockquote><font>quote:</font><hr><font> </font><hr></blockquote><font>I normally do not comment on your reports simply because I feel unqualified in commenting on someone else’s life’s occurances if offense to me doesn’t occur. Not to mention, people have the right to experience life in their own way through their own particular frame of reference. I try to honor that with silence and appreciation from afar.
</font><blockquote><font>quote:</font><hr><font> </font><hr></blockquote><font>half-man
silence=death or did you not learn that in your keen observation of the human condition??apathetic/selfish coward/complicit in all you observe, don’t honor me with your appreciation and detachment. nothing personal dude i simply hate people like you.i want in on this whinin’ competition, hell, malcontent can i be your second, can i huh?? i am so full of righteous anger and willing to vent it, virtually if i must… *slap slap slap*
shit i got nothin’ helpful to say, ‘cept an aphorism, misery loves company, so be nice to jessie and his ?? girl, is this the same girl (your best friend’s girl friend)from the last malcom report and she is friends w/ amanda as well, whooh? hey dude, not to be rotten but what effort have you put into this "relationship" with amanda, i mean have you told her how you feel? sorry just ponderin’<small>[ 07-13-2002, 01:14 AM: Message edited by: sarsaparilly ]</small>
public enemy in the car when i went out to get dinner just a while ago. and while at home this afternoon after swimmin’ and bikin’ i listened to nick drake mostly, with a bit of n. young thrown in and then david bowie right before leaving to get dinner.
gonna watch some telly later but listenin’ to RHCP now, ummm, that bloodsugarsexmagic , i picked it up for my housemate today.
hey let’s start another campfire discussion, mebbe this one with ghost stories? anyone wanna get sceered? i will bring the chocolate and marshmellows…unplugged, well i rather liked, my drug buddy song by, umm, e. dando and j. hatfield.
and a i am so pissed!!! at YOU zombie because i was trying to muster the courage to request j play the boy with the thorn in his side!!!!!!!when i see him at the skinny in portland later this month.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it was supposed to be a secret, no matter,i will not hold a grudge, i will not be able to do more than squeek anyway.
back to topic, gazebo tree by k. hersh, sh#t, anything kristin does unplugged is a’ight w/me.
and yes i am soooo lame but this was from a long, loooong time ago, natalie mechant alone(but she was in 10,000 maniacs at the time) on piano singing that tea on the lawn song, she was lovely, it was beautiful.
my my hey hey, n. young, imagine n. young, i could go on…
i have not mentioned kiss me on the bus or other stuff by the replacements, yes unplugged, yep.
ok just one more, driver 8 by rem, brilliant, really.
i am making myself stop ‘memberin’ now, all this acoutic stuff is takin’ me back.
sunday bloody sunday, i t’ink i oughtta go plug in or somethin’.i am never surprised, dreams can effect ya strangely all day, even linger a bit sometimes…
however, if we are gonna discuss any celebrities including cartoon characters making cameo appearances in dreams we gotta start another thread. cuz i got a couple of dreams that, well did i mention i grew up next to a cemetary?
and it is not just that but the randomness of the celebs who bit part in my dreams is simply loony too. a long, long time ago, in a DREAM, randy travis saved me from an abusive boyfriend backstage at like some music award show? huh?
and just a year or so ago in a dream i was like best friends with pamela anderson chillin’ like a villian, at her beach house and giving her advice on men and such.
i do generally have a bit of chocolate before i sleep, harkening back to a theory posed earlier.
rosa , hey gorgeous, i agree, i hate waking up tired.
malkie who is ‘manda? is she your unrequited love? and have you been reading william gibson again before nap time?
red hand, peewee says ahhhhhhhh more hot dogs.
jav, ohmigod that is so cool. tell me more.
penultimate tom, one is never to old to dream about cartoon characters, dude that is like the omni -max of dreamin’.
finally, my zombie guy, were you by any chance an animal walkin’ on Pacific Coast Highway?
