inside the wonderful world of vee

LISTENING TO… Jason Forrest’s Shamelessly Exciting album.

I just have to share really quick. I came across the MySpace of this girl who was a year younger than me in high school, and her entire MySpace is just COVERED with pregnancy-related shit since she got pregnant. Maybe this is normal nesting behavior, but let me just say, it scares the shite out of me!! The page is all pink and sickening and has like pregnancy timer countdowns and other inane crap. Here’s an image from the MySpace page. Lord, let me never get pregnant! BLARGH!

Last night Rachel and I went to see The Faint and Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head. I like The Faint okay, but their only song I *REALLY* like is “Let The Poison Spill From Your Throat” — but of course, they didn’t play that. They had the craziest light set up… there were SO many lights… more strobes than 30,000 raves! I’m surprised I didn’t feel more disgusting because I am NOT a fan of strobes! I think Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head was actually more enjoyable, as The Faint just got rather repetitive. People were somewhat dancing so I guess that was exciting. Maybe the attitude about dancing in Seattle is finally changing…? I noticed htat about Portland definitely, though… people there *seem* to dance more.

But on another note. Fuck, man. After being away for two months being at home seems SO GODAMN BORING. Like… SO BORING. I don’t know what to do with myself or what I want to do with my life. It’s kind of wigging me out big time. ~__~

CURRENTLY WATCHING… “Atonement” (HBO On Demand!)
I’ve got a lot to write about Portland. Here is my attempt to work my way backwards in time.

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Thursday, October 16th, 2008.

Watched “Midnight Meat Train” because the title was funny. Really high while watching it. I don’t know if we watched it on this exact evening but WHATEVER. The first few nights, being all high, kind of blurred into one another D:***

Friday, October 17th, 2008.

Trader Joe’s sushi. Why would anyone try such a thing? FUCKING DISGUSTING!

Obama rally, March 4th Marching Band coverage.

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Saturday, October 18th, 2008.

Watch TV with Dan and Jack high until really early in the morning. Lotta “True Blood” episodes…

Takes me a while to adjust to Portland life, but (and this is reaching in to the future) the trip home to San Francisco does wonders on helping to adjust to Portland life and life on the road. Strangely. It’s the needed boost of familiarity, I suppose!

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Sunday, October 19th, 2008.

Get a ride to airport from Jack, ass early in the morning!

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Monday, October 20th, 2008.

Home, dinner with Sherry and Xinlei at Lindo Sushi. Or Sushi Lindo? I don’t know.

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Tuesday, October 21st, 2008.

Lunch with mother. Then I am off on the BART to the airport!

Then I am not able to get a ride back home, so I take the MAX and get home around 11PM but it works out. Very easy, straight shot from the airport!

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Thursday, October 23rd, 2008.

Baked sushi at Mio Sushi with Jack. Actually, it was a sushi pizza. It was okay.

ZOO. NAKED MOLE RATS. BATS. BIRD FEEDING. TO BE UPDATED LATER.

New favorite bird: Carmine Bee-Eater.

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Friday, October 24th, 2008.

This night was frankly rather ridiculous. Kelly came over and really wanted to fight some bitches. I wasn’t around, but apparently she kicked Dan in the face. Haha?

We were just all sitting around the dining room table… Cole had bought a fifth of whiskey and Kelly had bought a fifth of vodka. It was being split amongst everyone and everyone was getting hammered and lots of people were getting retarded. The boys started arm-wrestling and trying to see who was the biggest man or something. Jack was uber buff. I mean, Dan is buffest, but Dan is huge. Jack was deceivingly strong.

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Saturday, October 25th, 2008.

In the daytime, Micah, Dan, and I head to the park nearby their house to watch Micah and Dan compete in holding themselves upside down on those playground rings and other inane shit. Kind of amusing and kind of ridiculous. Then we played some pool at Cooperstown. Same ol, same ol.

Later that evening, a buncha people head to Dan’s sister’s for a BBQ. There aren’t that many people who are there other than us, Dan’s sister, and Dan’s sister’s man, but it is primarily entertaining because Cole and Jeanette drunkenly perform a small show for us. Including their DRACULA song. Video to come, because the song is amazing and gets stuck in heads for DAYS. DAYS I SAY!! DAYS!!!

As far as everything else, though, we didn’t do too much other than played a little bit of Poker, socialized minimally, and blahblah.

After that, Jack and I head over to this house for a house party to film this artist named Mattress, and Micah comes as well. I knew from listening to 15 seconds of Mattress’ music that he was going to blow chunks. And, despite his suit with strings of Christmas lights wrapped through it, he did suck. Big time. His music was crap. But people liked him a lot so what can you do?

It was the house’s first time ever holding a show, and mostly everyone there was underage. They sure as hell looked like, older than I was, though. ~__~ Awkward! Not really sure what to do with myself in house party type scenarios haha. AWKWARD!

The rest of the acts were OK. Some kids were playing truth or dare and dared other people to kiss Jack and he kissed a guy and a girl I believe. It’s just funny because he was chosen and he wasn’t even playing!!! In the meantime, I pretty much hung out with Micah the whole time and listened to largely terrible musak. Jack got free drinks and lots of attention just cause he was carrying around a camera. That’s the way to go. People don’t really care about a person with a regular SLR or other camera, but someone with a nice video camera is instantly popular!!

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Sunday, October 26th, 2008.

Jack and I go eat at Bluefin Sushi. It’s pretty good but kinda awkward upon first entering the premises.

Play pool with Jack, Dan, and Cole at Cooperstown. Get lectured.

We get home and all decide to have a TATTOOOOOOOO PARTTTTTYYYYYYYYY! Cole volunteers for half sleeves, and they look fucking DOPE!!

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Monday, October 27th, 2008.

Play pool with Jack, Dan, Micah, and Cole at Cooperstown. Jack snorted a lot of Dexatrin and is high out of his motherfucking mind. Haha. As for me, I felt really HIGH all day even though I didn’t smoke. It was fucking WEIRD. SO WEIRD. Like I was seriously high. And it did NOT go away until I went to bed and woke up the next day. And then it was fine. And then I didn’t touch weed at the house ever again. Haha. Oh, not only that but this day and the day before my hands were tingling ALL DAY. It finally went away after I woke up on Tuesday morning, thank GOD. Twas starting to freak me out a little. It was like my hands did not belong to me!!!

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Tuesday, October 28th, 2008.

Evan is here from Olympia. His sister dropped him off. He simultaneously cleans the living room while dancing. It’s fucking awesome.

Go to the Matador with Dan, Kelly, and Micah to shoot some pool. I think. Shit. Days are all blurring into one another. Haha.

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Wednesday, October 29th, 2008.

??? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED ???

Jack and I eat lunch at Mio Sushi.

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Thursday, October 3ost, 2008.

Everyone was pretty much home today except for Cole and Brian I believe.

I washed dishes for more than an hour using a giant bowl and pot as wash basins because the basement is kinda flooded (or as Evan proposed, “puddled” because “flooded” is too extreme a word for such a scenario, since there was only an inch and a half of standing water). It was kind of a fun exercise of potential water conservation… I say potential because I’m not sure if it actually saved water or not haha. But either way, a shitload of water was used even despite my greatest efforts in water conservation!! It took forever, but it was kinda fun. Plumbing still isn’t fixed, though, which is kinda nasty considering it generally means no one can do laundry unless they’re doing laundry and simultaneously scooping water out of the basement………….. hrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I think Dan’s the only one who has done that so far so basically everyone else is just a dirtball. Not that I’m not. But at least I’ll be able to get some clean clothes upon going back to Seattle…??

This evening was Last Thursday! Didn’t have many plans other than that. Portland has two major Art Walks that I know of — I reckon there are probably more — but there is the Downtown one and the one on Alberta St. Last Thursday is on Alberta St. and is more small boutique-friendly and more street performer-friendly. Not that the other one is bad at all (see next week for the write-up about the other one), but it is different for sure.

Jack came along and Dan was going to but then he flaked out! Jack and I started off by eating at some Mexican restaurant that was pretty good and fairly cheap. Pretty much my entire time in Portland I’ve been either eating Japanese food or Mexican food. Nothing else, really except for the occasional platter of American food and fries or something.

After food, we started the Art Walk. There were people in costume and some Dia De Los Muertos parade because well, Dia De Los Muertos was coming up obviously. There were people on stilts, people wearing masks, and people being people.

Some interesting art but nothing overwhelming as it was not too late into it when Cia and Micah asked Jack and I if we wanted to go see this band with them. Chervona was the name, and they were some kind of gypsy-punk band. Unfortunately, when we met up with Cia and Micah, Jack decided he didn’t want to pay $5 to see the show, so he went home (he actually couldn’t have gone anyway, since he’s under 21). When we got to that bar, though, we sat outside for a while while this cover band guy with a lead singer dressed up like Axl Rose sang. They were kind of terrible acoustic singer-songwriter type shit (despite the fact that there were three people, it still sounded like one singer-songwriter practically… go figure). So outside we sat, drawing on these picnic tables that were riddled with shit already. I had nothing that interesting to contribute, unfortunately.

Miss C apparently knows someone who is a chemist and makes drugs from scratch, so that is a very very exciting thing for me. D:

When lame singer-songwriter wannabe was done, we went to the concert room but Chervona still wasn’t on for another hour and a half, so we went to another bar and sat around. Blah, blah, watching people get drunk, blah, blah, walking back and forth between bars, blah, blah. Finally we left early instead of sticking around for the show when I realized I had no cash and neither did Micah, so we bummed $2.00 from Cia and took the bus back. GHETTO!!!!

***Friday, October 31st, 2008.

On Thursday, I received an email from Mute Records asking about Freak Night through Paul Van Dyke, so I decided to take them up on their offer and traveled up from Portland to Seattle for my once annual rave. Freak Night was also the first rave I ever attended, seven years ago, so it holds a good amount of sentimentality. Nonetheless, I must say that this Freak Night was not 100% worth the effort, and I probably would have had more fun just staying down in Portland. Oh well, though. Too late to change it now.

Left Portland and was picked up at the Seattle Amtrak station by Lingo, who was my +1 on Freak Night. We went back to my house for a little bit and then met up with Tony and this friend… Fred? at Maekawa Bar, which is sooo not my favorite restaurant in Seattle. I am not a huge fan of izakayas or wannabe izakayas for that matter. Whatever, though. Not to mention there was terrible communication and Lingo and I both thought Tony was coming to my house (”I’m amazed he knows how to get here,” I said to Lingo, upon recalling Tony’s horrible sense of direction.) but we realized that was not the case when Tony called us from Maekawa and asked where we were. What a motherfucking nubcake!!!

Food was mediocre, and I basically just watched those fools drink alcohol. Yayyyyyyyy. When we finally got to Freak Night (it was a short walk away from Chinatown), fucking had to wait in line for an hour to even get my Will Call pass (despite the fact that I was on the Paul Van Dyke guest list) and had to wait another motherfucking hour to get into the actual event. Two hours total to even step foot in the door, and by then it was 1AM, with the event ending at 4AM! What ridiculousness!!!!

The event itself was fine, apparently there were a lot of E-bombs going around that were subpar and, in Nate’s words, “made people feel like they are dying when they’re coming down.” So, I avoided them, not that I wasn’t going to avoid them anyway. Tony definitely asked me, “When was the last time you did E?” and I said, “Three years? Two years?” and he had to remind me that I was a big fat fat liar because apparently I did a half a pill at the last USC even though it didn’t work at ALL. “Snap,” I said, “I totally forgot!!!” Mmmm. E. It does a brain badly.

Andy C was quite a terrible DJ and he kept doing the motherfucking REWIND thing during non-REWIND worthy moments. He did it at least 3 times which is much too much considering I didn’t even see his entire set!! The other DJs after him were much better. FAILURE ANDY C!! FAILURE. YOU’RE THE FAMOUS ONE, TOO!!

The Trance room, with Paul Van Dyke, was big time suck. At least the people at Freak Night looked decidedly less douchey compared to the people at USC this year (they looked like total frat boys and girls… perhaps the costumes adequately disguised this fact during Freak Night). Even Lingo, who was rolling just so slightly, couldn’t handle the lameness that was the Trance room. Drum N’ Bass Room for lyfe. This was also like the smallest massive / smallest side room / smallest drum n’ bass room ever, because it had maybe, at its maximum point, like… 50 people. Haha. What the fuck. Not that I’m complaining because it never got hot (a rave rarity) and never got sweaty (a rave rarity) and never got crowded to the point where one could not find a space to dance (another rave rarity).

All in all, it was fairly fun, but not worth the trip up, and apparently I have hairier legs than Lingo. I’m not too surprised really, though.

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Saturday, November 1st, 2008.

Woke up after sleeping not too many hours post-rave and was somehow OK as far as energy levels go.

I went to lunch with Alex at Flowers — vegetarian buffet style! The rice pudding was DELICIOUS as was this eggplant saucy dish. MMMM. I want to eat it again!!!! Then we had some bubble tea and sat around for a bit. When I got back to the house, I did some massive packing and then Alex dropped me off at the Amtrak Station in Seattle around 5:00pm.

Three and a half hours later and one boring ass screening of Wall-E later (yes, they show movies on the train, apparently!), I was back in Portland, and Micah picked me up at the train station. I reckon that was… 9:00pm ish? We went back to the house and then went to meet up with Cole and Dan at Biddy’s, where Dan and Jack apparently had some sort of problem. Jack had Britain, girl offa Craig’s List, over. Dan kinda slapped at Britain’s tat and she got offended and then there was miscommunication and all kindsa good stuff. ~__~

Frankly, Dan was being pretty weird the entire evening and was standoffish and barely talked to me once when we got there. I just kinda talked to Cole about HIS problems with Dan regarding Leeba… seems like everyone has some issues there. Fun.

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Sunday, November 2nd, 2008.

Went to the Matador with Micah and Kelly, and we attempted to play pool on these tables that turned out to be EXTREMELY crooked. Everything would roll towards one side — so extremely that at one point all the balls were literally on one side of the table. Haha. Ghettooooo. I had this plan to put matchbooks underneath the table legs but that didn’t work out too well because the table was too heavy for Micah to really lift and the matchbooks were practically flattened instantly anyways. Instead we decided to sit at the bar and just chat, which felt remarkably comfortable despite the fact that I’ve never actually sat at a bar before. o__O I mean, for an extended period of time, anyway.

There was this old guy who kept talking to Kelly and was going to buy her a shot or something but she ended up buying a pitcher before that. There were also like 5 Alaskans in there at some point which was fucking weird, cause I mean, before I came to Portland I’d never met a godamn Alaskan and since I’ve been here I’ve met like a million thousand. But it’s all good, I guess. O__O

This guy Kelly made out with some previous weekend at a ’80s night thing came over for her for a date or something. He really wanted to bone her, I guess, despite the fact that at ’80s night, he had turned her down for bonings due to personal reasons. Evidently she looked up his MySpace and he was very much Christian and all about Christianity and she felt like she would be corrupting him or something. She kept saying stuff like, “I don’t want to corrupt you,” and, “Why would you want to do it now,” and, hilariously, “I believe in Satan yet you want to have sex with me?” Yet the man maintained and attempted to sex0r her, and eventually Micah gave them some condoms, and they went on their merry way. Actually, though, it wasn’t a very merry way, because their last words before leaving was her saying, “Fine, let’s just fucking go then,” and they didn’t even say bye to us!!!!

It’s also kinda lame for her that she left because there was a pretty good-looking guy there named Joel, who is, coincidentally, Micah’s brother’s best friend, and he thought Kelly was cute. But Kelly went off with Christian boy, so no Joel for her, I guess.

Later that night, Jack, Dan, Micah, and I sat around and attempted to watch movies I do believe. We started with “Night At The Museum” because Dan and I both had wanted to watch it. Jack and Micah had both seen it and thought it was terrible, and boy were they right. It was awful. Not amusing at all.

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Monday, November 3rd, 2008.

Micah went to get his drug test done early in the morning. When he got back, we went bowling with Cole and Leeba. Leeba’s awesome. But young. Cole was fairly good and got I think over 150 the second game. I did worst and never broke 100! Fuck man, bowling is some expensive shit, too. Even at like 1:00pm on a Monday afternoon, it cost $11.00 each for shoe rental and two games. What kinda shady shit…

Then Trader Joe’s, where I ran into Andy Combs from Andy Combs and the Moth. Actually, Leeba saw him too, but they didn’t talk to each other. I opened my mouth before I could think and ended up having an extremely awkward conversation with him. I gave him a business card, though, and told him if he releases an album anytime soon that I want it!

Don’t remember what I did the rest of the night… at least at the moment.

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Tuesday, November 4th, 2008.

November 4th is Election Day, jea jea!

Micah and I go attempt to eat some sushi, but Takohashi is closed, AGAIN, and so we walk around aimlessly. We finally find Dragonfish, which also has a branch in Seattle, and decide to consume that. They’re having Happy Hour, so it’s pretty good for the price. Chicken wrapped in lettuce, salmon katsu, smoked salmon and creme cheese sushi rolls, California rolls, and crab rolls.

Then we meet up with Dan at Washington Mutual (who dammit, also cannot exchange my godamn Japanese Yen… it seems nobody can, motherfuckers) and then we head to the Matador, where we meet up with Kelly. Tis a pretty chill bar. I’m a fan. They also have 25 cent pool and actual pretty decent pool tables… at least compared to those at A&L, which is right near the house in the Hollywood District. The Matador is near PGE Park. A very comfortable bar, for sure. I think I’ve been to more bars here than I have in my entire life otherwise. LOL.

Anyway, we played a few games of pool, watched some election television, and then headed back towards our house to go to Cooperstown. This was around 9:00pm, because after 9:00pm, food gets dirty cheap at Cooperstown. Got a cheeseburger and fries for $4.50 — I don’t really eat burgers, but it was the best deal for the $$ and well, better than nothing. I kinda already wrote about this evening, though, and you can see it by clicking here.

Later that evening, though, there was some more fun. Went to Kelly’s real quick prior to getting home to watch an episode of South Park and for the dudes and her to get stoned. She has three cats. When we got back in our neighborhood, we ate at Cooperstown but Dan left early. Kelly bought a 12 pack of Pabst from the Plaid Pantry, and I found out that Plaid Pantry has BANANA MILK. HELL FUCKING JEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. FIRST TIME I’VE SEEN IT IN THE UNITED STATES!!!!!!!!!!!! (other than in Paldo World, but that doesn’t count since it’s a Korean supermarket!!!)

Then Jack, Kelly, Micah, and I went to A&L to play some pool on their fucking TERRIIIIIBLE tables. And their cues are missing the rubber parts on the bottom, so they’re super light. Bleh. Playing pool there is kinda hard and terrible. But we played anyway. Jack initially got kicked out because he didn’t have his “ID” but he went back and got it… it wasn’t an official license of any kind, but after a brief lecture, the bar guy let him in. I mean, he is practically there daily, after all. Jack played a little and left early. Kelly had smuggled in some Pabst in her purse but Micah told her not to drink it there since we’re there so often or whatever. She bought a pitcher and then got drunk and proceeded to zone the fuck out. Like. Hugely. She was lost in her world of music and Jack and I would try and talk to her and she wouldn’t even realize we were talking to her. The only times she would snap out of it is when she would be wanting one of us to listen to one of her songs… odd. One of her cousins is a member of The Used so The Used is literally like her favorite band, alongside Senses Fail. Which is funny, because I haven’t really heard those bands be relevant in quite some time. Therefore, they are not relevant. PERIOD. Just kidding.

But yeah, Jack left early and Kelly was there zoning out and not really talking to anyone, so we decided to head back. We took a shortcut through a park, and Micah and I walked ahead of Kelly. When we actually turned arond, we noticed that she was dancing and twirling and dancing — lost in her own musical world. And they weren’t mini moves or slight shakes of hips. They were literal ballerina twirls and shit. It was um quite um interesting. At one point, we stop to wait for her, and she ducks under these trees and is like hiding out there for a bit. And we’re just waiting for her. She doesn’t reemerge until Micah calls her name, and then she just slowly creeps out of the shadows and then continues dancing behind us as we walk. What da fack. She’s a cool girl when she’s sober — just the right blend of rude and nice — but when she’s drunk, I don’t even know WTF to do with her!

As soon as we get back, Kelly passes the fuck out on our couch. We’re hootin’ and hollerin’ yet somehow she doesn’t wake up. No shite off my back.

Because Cole did acid the evening before, I asked him about it. Jack hears and asks if Cole would like to get higher than he has ever been, and Cole says sure. Jack busts out some 40x salvia divanorum extract (a legal drug, mind you, despite it’s ridiculousness and ability to fuck people up big time) in this black plastic container thing. Cole is skeptical and doesn’t believe that the drug could ever be anything more than say, doing 8 hits of acid, which he has done. But as the salvia kicks in, Cole can’t really even control himself. I mean, video of that shit to come as I did take video. But it was some amusingness for sure. Then Micah tried it (he’s done it a buncha times before) and had a totally different reaction — his reaction was one of a pretty straightforward hallucinogen — not like some time/spatial warp shit that usually happens on salvia. His reaction was generally positive. Jack tried to try some but he didn’t take enough for it to work, so he wa just a little off but not REALLY.

Videos to come. It was definitely AMUSING. I was offered some but I really have no desire to try salvia. Actually, I did the next morning, but not that evening.

As this is NOT shown in the video, though, Cole’s interpretation from his less-than-savory salvia trip was that life is just like a deck of cards folding onto itself and that who we are and what we do has already been done a million times in every different direction, and that life will be over in just a mothafuckin’ blink of the eye. WORD.

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Wednesday, November 5th, 2008.

Was woken up by a phone call early in the morning (early being 10:30am) by a recruiter for Microsoft. Blah, blah. Then went back to sleep. Woke up late-ish as usual, and then went downtown with Micah and Dan to get some tacos from the lovely taco truck!!! It was cold as fuck today though, and we all froze to death while sitting outside and eating tacos.

Then we went to Powell’s Books for a couple hours. That place is so great it’s evil. It’s practically impossible for me to go there without buying SOMETHING… because they have EVERYTHING. We only went to 1/3 of the store (or maybe 1/4) and I left with one magazine that I hope to make collages out of and two books. One of the books is a Sociology type book about a 24 year old that acted like a teenager, with the permission of a school principal, and did an undercover story for a year. The other book is about voodoo, zombis, and shamanism.

When we were done there, we went to Dan’s friend Brian’s house and they smoked. I watched them smoke and play video games. No big deal. I tried playing Call Of Duty for like two seconds but I’ve always had a hard time playing FPS games on big maps where I can barely see the other player. So I died like 3 times and then said screw it, this is probably boring everyone, and handed it off to Brian.

We took the MAX back and there was this drunk Italian dude on it talking to this other older dude about legalizing marijuana when we first got on the MAX. Then Dan joined in and started talking to him about legalizing pot and they came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter when pot gets legalized as long as it gets legalized at some point. The Italian dude claims he grows weed and was extremely strangely accented. The busted out a fifth of rum on the train and like started drinking from it. The old guy, who was on his cell phone, said, “They’re watching,” pointing at the ceiling because there was supposedly CCTV on the train. Nonetheless… people do crazy shit on the MAX all the time so I hear. So they probably didn’t even care. I guess Micah was on the MAX the other day and some kids brought a boombox and started popping and breakdancing and everyone except for this one old dude was all bout it. AWESOME!

On the walk back to the house, lots of hilarity ensued. There was this giant wheat stalk type thing — one I was fascinated with before when I was on shrOoms — that can be used as a wonderful feathery poking stick. The stick became a… penis… a “food on a stalk that animals chase after that are always in front of them but that they never reach” (with Micah and I being the animals)… and food Dan claimed to eat when he was a “soldier in Vietnam”.

Then Micah and Dan started throwing the stick like a javelin and counting out the winner by measuring with foot paces. Dan won. The stick provided many minutes of amusement

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Thursday, November 6th, 2008.

Woke up at like 1:30pm or something ridiculous. Got ready and headed downtown with Micah with a “Talk To Us” sign. (”Talk To Us” will be described in another post.) The sign was pretty much the same as always, with block letters drawn in pen with those exact words on it. There was one difference, however. This time I decided to add a squarish robot on the bottom, and also put a lion’s mane type thing around it. Micah was fairly nervous about how the whole thing was going to go down. For good reason, I suppose. Newbies are often nervous about this strange project of mine.

Before embarking on talking to people, though, we went to go get tacos from the taco truck we’ve gone to a million times the past week and then headed to Rich’s Cigar Shop on Alder St., which is one of two locations which supposedly carries REDEFINE in Portland. Unfortunately, the last issue was Summer, and now it is practically Winter, and as a result, they no longer had any copies. I picked up the newest issue of COLORS Magazine and that was that. We also ate some truffles… and got two sampled for free! Then we moved onwards to Pioneer Square. Yupyup, Portland ALSO has a Pioneer Square. It’s more of a Square than Seattle’s Pioneer Square, however, as Seattle’s Pioneer Square is not really a Square!! EEP!

So like I said, the “Talk To Us” will be described later, but it was all in all a pretty good experience despite the fact that the array of people was NOT that wide and they were generally the same type of person: young, liberal, often homeless (or traveling?). I usually like diversity, but what can you do. Micah enjoyed hisself, which I am glad about.

Then we went to a coffee shop and just sat around for a while because both of our Vans leak water for some reason and our feet and socks were fucking SOAKED. My shoes are new, too!! WHAT THE FIZUCK. We attempted to do a crossword puzzle but let’s face it. Those things are like damn near impossible. I don’t see how my fobby uncle Roland can complete New York Times crossword puzzles so easily. Mind boggling.

After that we walked around for a bit and then decided to check out the Portland First Thursday Art Walk. It was actually quite excellent. Had heard things about it being sub-par or too hoity-toity and what not, but I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Here’s coverage I wrote on the Museum of Contemporary Art, which had the most AWESOME exhibit ever.

Came back, did some writing, went to bed.

I’m listening to… “Just Tonight…,” “Work,” “Kill,” and “23″ by Jimmy Eat World.

Man, I really need to update my journals from Spain, Portugal, and Japan. But I’ll probably get to those when I’m in Portland, or something.

Well, on the plus side out of all of this, I’ve been having some I guess deep conversations with people lately. Why, I’m not really sure, but I’m finding out a lot of things about people that are well, random and interesting. Just read a blog Kyle, my writer, posted years and years ago when I first started talking to him… about his friend’s death, their friendship, and his friend’s struggle with her mom’s cancer and with living. I don’t know. It was touching.

I also watched “The Diving Belle And The Butterfly” with Alex tonight. Rachel, Jack, and I had rented it last night but gotten distracted by stupid shit, like MySpace, and not watched it. LOL. Rachel asked me, “When do you want to watch that movie?” and I was high and said, “In an hour,” but I was totally fucking joking. She, also high, thought I was serious! WTF! So we never watched it. Oh well, though. It was a visual and cinemographic delight. The story was captivating but primarily only because of the cinematography. I recommend highly. Just for the visuals.

Anyway, I mentioned deep conversations as a plus side but that has nothing to do with my current woes, actually.

The positive thing to come out of it all is my re-reliance and reconnection with music. I’ve been neglecting music for so so so long. I mean, I honestly haven’t really downloaded or sorted my music for YEARS. I mean YEARS. Probably three and a half years, right around the time I got a boyfriend. haha. I started doing a bit of that and it’s weird, but I feel a lot fucking better. I’ve been like, sleeping at 4AM every night and waking up at around 1PM, and the primary reasoning behind it all is that I’ve been gorging myself on music. It’s like I’m rediscovering it. A lot of things have been lost for years and I’m just starting to pay attention to it. It’s a sense of familiarity that is welcome right now.

What else am I realizing? I’m realizing my relationship with writing, that is something else that is neglected in my best moods. Writing, more than anything, has gotten me through my worst times. It’s selfish, kind of, as writing is a purely egotistical thing, I think… but from when I was a little girl… I’d say 5th grade at earliest… and I was unhappy (yes, I was unhappy at 5th grade)… writing was always the #1 outlet. The thing that would never turn its back on me no matter what type of shit I said to it. It was always there to listen, without judging. It sounds fucking stupid. But whatever. I think only people who like writing would understand.

In other news, turns out my mom’s growth on her kidney is not cancer, so that’s good. It’s muscle tissue! HOORAH!!! Too bad I already bought my plane ticket home. Oh, well.

And now for some lyrics. I saw Jimmy Eat World like… four? months ago? Or less, maybe, even? And this was one of the songs that played. I closed my eyes and lost myself in it… which is something I also haven’t done for years… I think since the second to last The Juliana Theory concert I saw. Something about this song… the lyrics, the sounds… just rubs me the right way. No matter what mood I’m in, I can listen to it. It’s like my relationship with Brand New’s Deja Entendu album, but this is a one off. It epitomizes the perfect musical emotion. It’s hard to explain.

I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me
I’m still driving away
And I’m sorry every day
I won’t always love these selfish things
I won’t always live…
Not stopping…

 

It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you

 

You’ll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I’m here I’m now I’m ready
Holding on tight
Don’t give away the end
The one thing that stays mine

 

Amazing still it seems
I’ll be 23
I won’t always love what I’ll never have
I won’t always live in my regrets

 

You’ll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I’m here I’m now I’m ready
Holding on tight
Don’t give away the end
The one thing that stays mine

 

You’ll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I’m here I’m now I’m ready
Holding on tight
Don’t give away the end
The one thing that stays mine…

 

* JIMMY EAT WORLD - 23 *

So, we stayed the night in Hiroshima at the same hostel and then checked out in the morning to head back to Tokyo. YAY! Not much time in Tokyo, so we had to make the most of it.

The shinkasen trip back was like 3 and a half hours or something. We prepared by getting a lunchbox in Kyoto, since we had to go there to pick up our luggage anyway.

SushiMonster scared of shinkasen!! Seriously, though, the first time I rode the shinkansen it definitely felt uncomfortable. The feeling went away after riding it for the second or third time, though.

My lunchbox! Lunchboxes are definitely the way to go as far as variety goes. MMM! Too much of it was sweet, though. I was a little disappointed by that.

Lenny’s lunchbox!

SushiMonster likes this fake tamago thing!

The Tokyo portion of our trip was no doubt the BEST portion simply because there was so much going on, with so much of it going on by CHANCE.

We just went to Akihabara right away and walked around. Went to an arcade where some dude was playing this CRAZY game where there’s like a million things on the screen at once and you pretty much just have to dodge the flying shit. He totally must play that game a lot, because he could maneuver past every little bead and only died once. Tons of people were entranced by him.

I also came to conclude it must suck to be a woman in Japan, because in the arcade, there was ONE other woman, and she was there with her boyfriend. It is absolutely not culturally acceptable for a woman to really play video games, other than maybe some music games (the playful kind with taiko drums or something, not even like guitar hero) or those stupid ridiculous UFO games which I STILL don’t understand the allure of. They are a trip, those UFO machines. They seem so completely and utterly pointless and have such stupid prizes you think that there couldn’t possibly be anyone stupid enough to pay money over and over again to play. But there are people who do. TONS OF THEM! WTH.

We also checked out an old videogame store, which had an old console we used to have at our house. Hollar!

There were also penguins in this window… :/

This waffle covered chocolate ice cream bar Lenny bought from one of the ice cream vending machines. DELICIOUS!!

We spent FOREVER in Don Quixote. At least Don Quixote always results in some interesting photos, even if it’s boring after floor 3.

Takoyaki hat, courtesy of Don Quixote. Actually, I think they spell it Don Quijote.

Hitler Halloween costume. I shit you not.

I also suggested we eat at Yoshinoya since Lenny hadn’t had it before and I needed to show off the cheapness that is yakiniku in Japan. I was the only woman in there, again. I also suspect that’s not fully acceptable, either. WHATEVER. They were all lonely singular men, in there by themselves. Pretty pathetic.

Then we went back to our hostel in Asakusabashi. There was this totally sketchy playground with like two of those springy horse rides or whatever and a bathroom that was open. I totally saw an old dude pissing… like TWICE. He was pissing twice, in full view of anyone passing by because that’s how the bathroom was designed. It was pretty fucking sick, I must tell you. Sick in a bad way.

Anyway, at the hostel, there was an amusing lady manning the front table when we first checked in earlier in the afternoon. Hehe. She had a funny voice. Lenny liked to impersonate her. I can’t describe what it was like, though, cept really high pitched, friendly, and scratchy. Haha.

The next morning, we got up, and it was SUNDAY!! Sunday meant the day that supposedly, one could rent bikes to bike around the Imperial Palace with. Free bikes? SIGN US UP! Turns out it wasn’t as exciting as one might think, though, and the bikes were limited to a ‘track’ that was set aside for people. The Imperial Palace is also kind of a lame place that is completely not worth going to. You can’t even go in!!!

Before we got there, though, there was this antique garage sale in Ginza we passed when we were walking along. Weird. Didn’t know Japanese people were into antiques. Yeah, yeah, I like to generalize.

Bikes for rent! Guess we totally shoulda tried a tandem bike. DAMN!

“Booya. I need a haircut.”

After riding around the lame Imperial Palace and realizing there wasn’t much to do, we went to the Global Festa, which was this festival with some foods from represented countries (mostly African), and a lot of non-profit organizations. Cute event. Very cute.

See kid in orange on the right? Kid in orange was terribly scared of man and/or woman in robot suit. How can one be scared of that? Who knows!

Well, we didn’t really know what was going on at the event since mostly everything was in Japanese and pretty much everyone was trying to promote some non-profit cause like stopping world hunger and helping education in third world countries and blahblahblah. I settled on some food from I-forget-what-African-country. It was like this beef, potato, and carrot or something stew with couscous. Pretty delicious. Lenny got some samosas from Ghana. Mmm, food. He also got some beer which he thought was disgusting but felt obligated to finish anyway since he paid $5 USD for it. It was also expired. Haha!

After that, we headed on over to Harajuku, for the most interesting part of our entire trip!! We had only planned on going to see the dressed up women, but there turned out to be SO MUCH going on in Harajuku that day that we were extremely, extremely amused.

First up, at the Shibuya stop: weird man dancing with flag. YAY!

Then as we were walking down from the train station stop to the Hibiya Park where all the stuff in Harajuku goes down, we passed a SEAFOOD festival. Needless to say, Lenny was in lorv. There was a crab grilling area but the line was super long, so we didn’t try to go there… we would go back, we said.

Then there was some kinda taichi conference or something…

And across the street from the taichi conference, we heard the bustle of music. What is it? What was it?! ROCK MUSIC? OUTDOOR CONCERTS? SIGN US UP!!

The first thing we saw… greasers!!! TOKYO ROCKABILLY CLUB? WHAT THE FUCK?!!

There they had their boomboxes and they were dancing up a fucking storm. Poses, limber moves… some of these guys were fucking old, too! But one thing’s for sure: ALL OF THEM HAD FUCKING FABULOUS HAIR.

SUPERSTAR!

SUPERSTAR!

What else? Rice Riot was an AWESOME electro pop band.

These girls um, played these drums? It was pretty… but not that entertaining.

I forget the name of this band at the moment… Primal something… will update with their name later… but they had these fucking girls in the palm of their hands!!!

“We are robots!”

Headbanging women? YES!

White girl in maid outfit? YES!!!

Have to look up the name of this band too, but their guitarists were REALLY good… very reminiscent of old Incubus like during “Hilikus!” But the vocalist was just okay, unfortunately.

TERRIBLE TERRIBLE TERRIBLE girl band with a vocalist who wasn’t even REALLY singing. I mean, check it out. They have no amps. Their guitars are not plugged in. I FELT like something was amiss when we first walked by, and I said that, but when we walked by again, it became obvious. They weren’t REALLY playing their instruments at all. PATHETIC. I mean, REALLY pathetic.

When we finally finished looking at all the music, we finally headed over to check out the famous Harajuku girls. We were met by THREE!! OR MAYBE FOUR?!! BUT LAMENESS!! There was only one that was actually posing.

Went shopping for a bit. I bought a cool scarf and a cool pair of pantyhose. Lenny bought two fitted shirts and a tie! Good shopping, but lots of people!! And it started raining a little bit.

We then decided to go back to the seafood festival, but poopingly enough, most of the booths had closed and the crab Lenny wanted to eat was gone, gone, gone :[

We decided to go back to check out some more bands. Very good band, Stereo Lynch!! The drummer was AWESOME. Reminded Lenny of Lingo, I guess.

R&B group from America. Los Angeles area, to be exact. They were just OK.

Think we went home right after that… maybe ate some meals along the way. Twas a long day, twas.

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The next morning, we thought about getting up at 4:30am to go see the Tsukiji Fish Market fish auctions, but then got lazy. That’s way too early. We woke up at like 8:00am instead and bummed around Tsukiji. It took a while to get there. It always does. More tuna than one could ever REALLY want to see…

Tank full of FUGU!!

They don’t REALLY take that kindly to tourists. Whatever, though.

I was slightly in love with these trays of blood and guts. Call me a sicko!

Check out that grain!

This guy was carving up the head of the tuna, and we saw him pick off a piece and eat it as he was cutting it. Haha!

Mmmm, bin of miscellaneous tuna parts. I’m fascinated.

More. Seriously, is there something wrong with me?

Let’s not forget that we had to try one of the dozens of sushi restaurants along the outskirts of the Tsukiji Fish Market. We didn’t want to wait, so we picked a small bar type restaurant with three old people working. It was a very small menu selection, and very very expensive for being so basic. I had wanted to take Lenny to a place like we went to last year, where there was HELLA selection, but this place catered only to tourists and ONLY had the basics. :/ Above is what I ordered… crab, scallop, and cucumber rolls.

Lenny ordered two very delicious toro, ama ebi, and salmon. Evidently the toro and ama ebi were amazing but the salmon was just okay, since that’s a Pacific Northwest thing anyway.

Knives on sale!

After that, we went back to the hostel to check out because it was still like 10:00am or something absurd. And then we were deciding between going to Asakusa to look at temples or to the Science Museum on Odaiba that I thought Lenny would REALLY like. Unfortunately, Odaiba is ass far from everything. So it took a while to get over there. It was worth it, though, and it cost only $5 to get in (it actually cost more than that to actually physically get there because we had to take the subway and then a new line that only services Odaiba).

Just some pretty ceiling decorations.

ASIMO, the famous Honda robot, happened to be there that day!

Giant cool glowing globe thing, plus walkway!

“A working model of the internet.” Kinda interesting.

Virtual videogame horseriding?!

Cool motion sensor thing, where the fish would be able to detect the pillows and would bounce offa them. COOOL.

Just another view of the globe.

An astronaut’s bedchamber.

An astronaut’s toilet.

Evidently all the components that make up the human body.

Toy that let people try performing surgery on their own. :0

Regular cup of noodle styrofoam cup versus styrofoam cup of noodle cup that has been brought into a submarine!!

Cool ass exhibit. Through the mirror, a face would appear in that blue circular thing, but when you just turned around and looked at the blue circular thing on its own, there was no face… just water. A total trip. AMAZING.

And this post is not done yet, but I’ll finish it later. Must go to bed now.

Lots to say about catching the flight back to Seattle, and about the crazy ass Chinese people on the plane. This photo is a partial note of what’s to come as far as crazy Chinese peoples go.

This guy was to Lenny’s right, and he seriously had his feet propped up on the TABLE while he was sleeping. How crazily unsanitary, man!!! And that is seriously only the beginning. CHINESE PEOPLE. THEY ARE INSANE!!!

i’m listening to… bangarang. (go dl their mp3s for free! they are buds.)

this is so old because i so don’t update this shit enough these days but um… last saturday was the biggest trip, ever. lewis invited us to go to this girl’s house and uh her house was trippy. wait, but before that……………………….. we drove to the 7-11 near our house and then drove to the trippy house… but when we got to the trippy house, we realized that… jesus, we live literally five blocks away. so we drove back home and walked back to the trippy house. got there with three cupcakes and a 12 pack of beer (both of which helped with easing us in considering we didn’t know anyone) and people were stoked on that (and actually DEVOURED the cupcakes even though they were kinda smushed).

and here goes the beginning of why this place was so fucking trippy:

1) instruments.
got to the living room and saw a couple people playing instruments like acoustic guitars and drums. look CLOSER and they have fucking every instrument known to man or something. including… A STAND-UP BASS. WTF. A WASHBOARD. A MELODICA (which i am going to buy as soon as i have money, even though it’s only like, $30). all sorts of hand drums. a mini keyboard. an electric guitar, of course. a cowbell. all sorts of fucking shit. INSANE. so i don’t even know if everyone knew each other — i don’t think so — but one person would start playing an instrument and someone else would join in and someone else would join in and before you knew it, there was a helluva jam session going on. and sometimes… it sounded fucking good. what trippy shit. everyone knew how to play an instrument. it was freaky and weird. but i didn’t know how to play an instrument (not really, anyway). and this asian girl was sitting next to me and she was weird and quiet and… weird. anyway. so that was point one where i was thinking, “fuck, i wish i was high.” AND THEY HAD A GODAMN VAPORIZOR. i wanted to use it really bad. but i didn’t know the people who lived there so i didn’t really want to ask :/

2) mouse.
meanwhile, in the kitchen, a mouse had scampered in from outside. it went under the fridge and people were trying to lure it out. evidently, hot drummer guy was trying to sing to it under the refrigerator. i didn’t see that. but that sounds funny.

3) snake.
snake… unrelated to the mouse, strange as that may seem (particularly strange since snake… who is named snakey… eats live mouse for dinner. but that one was not his meal… that one came in from outside). chelsea owned a snake. she put it in a basket. it was somehow amusing.

4) instruments.
i’m sorry, but the instruments were so trippy and cool they deserve TWO “trippiness” notices. by this point, hot drum guy who was really high i guess had gotten into a groove with the drums and wasn’t really caring what people were doing and not really caring that other people wanted to jam. he destroyethed the drums in a loud but quite impressive manner. i sat on the floor next to the loudass drums because i’m not sure why. because that’s where i had been sitting all night. went deaf. he apologized and introduced himself and thanked me for going over. lewis said he shouldn’t apologize because i had chosen to sit there. touche. and truth. nonetheless.

5) foursquare.
so…………………… i got up at some point to see what the foursquare commotion was about. in their fucking laundry room they had taped squares for foursquare. well, i never really actually played in elementary school. i sucked something awful. HAHA. but it was amusing nonetheless…

6) strobe.
… combine foursquare with strobe lights and you get the biggest clusterfuck of a foursquare game ever. good thing no one was epileptic cause that woulda been something awful. time #2 where i wished i was high. yeah, yeah. i voiced this concern. someone else agreed. immediately one of the guys who lived there hooked a sistaz up.

7) weed.
two fat bowls. four girls. one girl who did not know how to operate a pipe. fat rips. much high. but damn, i still wanted to try that vaporizor.

overstay.
considering we didn’t know the people who lived in the house it was a little strange that we were one of the last ones to leave, at like 2:30. oh well.

after work on friday, summer and i headed over to the olympic sculpture park. w00t w00t for one block walk. she’s into experimental music, so i said i’d try and get her in… under the premise that i thought i had a +1. wasn’t sure if i did. apparently i did? though? because it wasn’t a big deal at all. we just waltzed on in. no one really checked. pretty sure if you just walked in like you knew what you were doing, no one cared at all. lollercopters. they barely checked us upon walking in. some girl took a pic and gave summer a card where we could check out the pics online but i didn’t get one and i think she dropped hers T__T

ice carving of a gibson guitar!

waitress spilled some whino. made cool patterns.

free food. of the thai chicken variety. probably the best thing that was there. there were also mini veggie burgers… smoked salmon on cucumber… i would’ve liked more variety. oh well. it was free. who can complain. open bar, too, but i didn’t drink, so that is kind of a waste.

experimental orchestra with 50 local guitarists and bassists. interesting stuff. four parts. first was interesting but kinda boring and not very complicated and was more like droning with slight variations. third was the best, as it was the most experimental and had the most going on, with various sounds coming out of every nook and cranny. i thought it’d end at three but it ended on four, and by four, i don’t know if four was worse or if it just got boring by then, but four definitely did NOT hold my attention.

through all of this, though, was the awesomeness that was the conductor. totally awesome. by the way, the conductor showed up, like, ten minutes late, and everyone in the audience was sitting awkwardly, and the announcer lady who worked for SAM had no idea who he was, either… it seemed no one knew so they were kinda like, “UHHHHHHHHH… GO DRINK SOME MORE! YAY!”

FIN! to part three, i believe.

summer really liked this guy’s sweet stache and beard combo.

so during this whole one our long symphony of guitars or whatever, people were watching from up on the street because they didn’t want to pay the $175 - $250 (which is a bit ridiculous, anyhow). it’s funny, though, that they just stood the whole time, watching through the fence. good thing for most of them — as they were tall — that the fence was short!

by the time it ended, the sun had gone down. finally. initially, it was burning into the retinas. these here are food tables.

by the way they had these uber trippy “royal port-o-potties” that were pretty much just like regular toilets…… had full-blown sink with like, a plastic countertop that was made to look like granite, a mirror, a nice toilet seat, a somewhat real flusher… FREAKISH. it was driven in on a little car type thing, with two women’s rooms and one men’s room for each of them. FREAKISH.

next to the restrooms, we saw some CAKES. they had pink paper boxes full of cake but wouldn’t tell us where we could get cake. we tried to follow them briefly to the magical land of cake, but failed miserably because they would not reveal their secrets… :[

follow the pink-haired maidens…

olympic sculpture park’s new giant traffic cones. more at artandmusic.wordpress.com!!

oh by the way, dj derek mazzoni of kexp was there (i don’t know how to spell his name and i care not to look it up). probably my favorite kexp dj, as i don’t really listen to kexp much. but he’s rad.

robosapiens? who belong to…

... this guy? who bangs on drums and plays in front of a strobe :D he's one of those street musician types, with paint cans for drums. jea jea.

oo yea, night pics of ice sculpture!!

nothing like neon strings for bling, and oh yes, it is a gibson.

more to come, sucka. eventful weekend. although i must say, upon leaving the sculpture park that evening my weekend was very unpleasant. :{

today being the first truly nice day in a while (at least, during which i am not working), i’m spending a large portion of my day sitting outside on my front porch… if you can even call it a porch. it’s really more just like three stairs and a little creepy enclave. the house has burnt wood siding painted poop brown. lul.

i have some pictures from going to blvd gallery, roq la rue, and suite 100 gallery last night, but i think i will hold off on posting them til maybe tomorrow. or later. or maybe when i get a redefine art blog up.

also went midnight bowling last night. initially it was kind of fun… the first game, that is… i won with a 116, woot. but all subsequent games turned crappier and crappier, as i got more and more bored. the third was truly atrocious, though, because they had turned on the neon lights at that time and it rendered me somehow completely unable to bowl anymore. i couldn’t really see what i was doing. i dunno. it was weird because i never really thought visual cues on the ground made any kind of difference on my bowling, but evidently they made a huge difference. third game was a whopping 51 pointer. haha. last place. ftw.

at least the combination of blacklights and somewhat decent music videos (btw, i don’t care what anyone says but i freaking love THE VINES — the band) helped me to go bed last night. it was my first good night’s sleep in like……………… a week plus. and by good, i mean, i didn’t actually wake up a million times during the night. it was fooking fantastic.

that being said my soul is still in a state of self-torture. rarrr. relationship things for starters, but there is more.

lately i have been going to a lot more art shows than normal and conversing with a large amount of artists, and it just makes me want to better myself as an artist. like, really badly. it’s really hard, though, between balancing a magazine and working full-time. i mean those two things together are enough to crush the time but……………… blarhg.

allergies don’t help either ^_^

the music industry has been incredibly frustrating as of late. it’s interesting, since redefine just had an article talking about how the music industry needs to shift its practices to match up with the current technological state.

why it is so frustrating to me, though, is because of the PR contacts. i’ve been building up contacts through the years, but it is like… every time someone leaves and is replaced with someone new, it’s a bridge burned, and i need to start all over again. sometimes it’s not from scratch but it is never the same.

we’ll start with equal vision, with whom we previously had a very good relationship with. now the relationship is just mainly OK. the previous guy i worked with is still in the company, but not dealing with the same types of issues.

other people who have changed: my previous former favorite guy at vagrant left many years ago to go work for warner, so he was my favorite connection at warner. but he just left warner to get back into the indie music industry (strange, as everyone else seems to be doing the opposite).

one person from warmfuzzy publicity.
two people from vagrant left and/or are leaving.
one person from the militia group (it’s okay, i like the new guy better in this rare upgrade).

it just seems like everywhere i turn people are pulling out of the indie music industry to go into bigger and better things, and unqualified or uninterested people are replacing them. that makes things quite very difficult. :[ le sigh!!!

say hello to my newest little friend, health t-shirt. the one on the far right. i’d wanted to purchase this earlier but i wasn’t sure if i liked health enough. well, they’re not my favorite band, but i like the shirt, so there it is. $15, including shipping and handling.

and while we are on the topic of t-shirts and clothing, here’s one brand i loooove: amy and johnny whitney (formerly of the blood brothers)’s clothing line, crystal city clothing. i don’t usually much pimp out clothing brands cause i don’t really give a shit, but i like this one. a bit noisy for many people, though. i am sad, however, that i failed to get a print of this one tee i realllllly wanted, and now they’re not selling it anymore. it was the tentacle suit. i hope they start selling it again T__T

in quite a many ways, sxsw has brought about a bit of a musical and magazine-nical revival in me. i suppose part of it is that i have realized i like to meet people. i have a greater yearning to be a social person than i previously thought. when i was really young i was totally the leadership, outspoken type… but then some shit happened and since then i have been kind of more of the sidelines type of person with occasional desires to be a leader. i think this dichotomy and confusion makes it very difficult to be myself sometimes. i want to be social and outgoing, and i sometimes am, but for the most part, it feels awkward and i’m not sure quite how. and it’s quite frustrating because i would love to be the sociable, PR-friendly, outgoing type of individual who can really talk and learn to sell the hell out of shit. but, as it stands now, i am just kind of fucking confused. blawrghasg.

anyway, what does liking to meet people have to do with music revival and magazine revival? i suppose what it has to do with it is the fact that i’ve realized i want to be a part of the music industry and that i should take advantage of that desire through the magazine medium since well, i don’t play an instrument and am not suitable for PR. so how else?

anyways.

tonight i went to a hip-hop show at the high dive, and it was fucking fantastic… for the most part. here is a live show review on my own accord. first time seeing any of these bitches, other than onry of grayskul (but i haven’t seen him solo either).

PIRATE RADIO (or at least i think that’s who it was)
nice name — which carries with it a lot of weight — but these guys are precisely the type of hip-hop i dislike (i mean, not that there’s only one type). simplistic, poorly lyricized… i find nothing particularly likeable about it. a bit cruel, but some other people seemed to enjoy it, so it’s just my tastes, honestly.

ONRY OF GRAYSKUL
i was told that it was well-known in grayskul that onry is not the performer, but he is the better lyricist. i would agree with this. his songs tell a story and are just fine and his rapping is just fine and dandy when the music is blaring, but when he’s singing hooks he just seems lethargic and lacking. he needs to figure out some other kind of solution. he also doesn’t engage the crowd… barely looks them in the eye and all that. i mean, he can rap… but good lyricism and rapping skills honestly only take you so far. the performer side is quite important — if not often MORE important in this day and age.

RUDY AND THE RHETORIC
rudy makes the beats and rhetoric does the rhymes. let me just say that i think rudy is amazing — particularly his new stuff for their upcoming album, gutter brook. the beats are … oh oh oh so good. they are obviously influenced by electronica and sometimes even funk… and can i say? they are just fucking good. the only thing i’d say is that while rhetoric can throw up a good performance (better than on disc, i think), there needs to be a little bit more diversity in the delivery.

TYPE
hmm, well, his songs are interesting lyrically but are terribly, terribly juvenile. half of them are talking about his penis or shit like going to the lusty lady, and evidently, he says the same shit during every show, and around in the same order. i mean, that’s lame shit if it’s true. not down with pre-scripted shit… that being said, some of the songs are good, particularly if you like the dancey, good-feeling type of stuff

GRIEVES
i love love love… love love love grieves. he is goofy as fuck and an extremely good performer, even if he looks like he is 16 (i mean, i’m not one to talk… not at all). i actually bought his album… first hip-hop album i’ve bought in a long time. lol. years. like… four or five or six of them. quite funny moments on stage… i’ll post a video or two soon. but yeah, there’s a reason, i think, that he was the headliner.

also, there was this girl there who was a huge fan of rudy and the rhetoric and grieves — knew all of the lyrics to all of their songs. it was nuts. she was dancing like a mofo. i’ll post a video of that soon, too.