| Jun. 9th, 2009 @ 08:23 pm the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be |
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I have 100 unplayed voicemails. so i cant get anymore. i didnt realize this online service had a limit. deal with it!
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What a crazy however many days its been!
On a Friday I went to see The Slackers at Slims. I never got a bracelet for backstage or anything, but faked like I was supposed to be there pretty well and hung out with my friends just fine. One of the security guys asked what I did since he had seen me around at various shows so we had a friendly chat about my label and merch stuff, and I mentioned that I did some merch for The Slackers. I didn't take the time to explain that I meant designing merch rather than literally working the table (though I've helped with that on occasion as well, just not tonight), so then later as I stood in the audience watching the show, he came inside from the parkinglot he was guarding and motioned that I had to come with him as he kicked me out and explained that he asked around and I'm not the merch guy and I shouldn’t have lied to him and he had gone soft but next time he would search me twice as hard (whatever that means). He went back to guarding his post and I walked back inside. Now I know why he is the parking lot guard...
Marcus from The Slackers made me drink half a bottle of Crown so he could sweet talk me into doing pillowcases and records for them. Hardly necessary!
Friends came in from Sacramento and Idaho to visit SF, I showed them a really shitty time on Friday and felt really bad about it, but they didn’t really show up to my place until 11:30 or so anyway, got to this art show thing past midnight, to late to get anything going. Back at my place, beers on the roof with the crazy international house neighbors, toy airplanes off the roof and burning man fire hippy spinny things, Whatever, Angel and Noah went over all the science of making a mobile sound system to make people shit their pants.
OK Angel's idea was to get a wireless broadcasting rig and go to a big Christian concert like in a stadium, wearing diapers, and then pirate a signal onto whatever frequency the concert was using for the wireless gear that would be the 7-megahertz or 7-whateverhertz that is the frequency that makes people shit their pants, and then everyone would think it was a miracle from god and wonder what it meant and how awesome that would be, but actually that means a sound wave that is 7 beats per second, more a rumbly vibration than a traditional "sound", a rhythm, and even the most expensive fancy speakers will tare themselves apart going any slower than the 20-whateveritscalledpersecond, so getting that frequency is a lot harder than you'd expect, but there are ways -- ANYWAY -- I had fun but felt bad since these folks came from so far and I coudln't show them much fun, but fuck it, the next night I'd make up for it. Saturday night had epic plans in place of hacked x-box rock band karaoke, bar hopping, lots of fun folks hanging out. But INSTEAD, well after finding the best super cheap vegan place in SF a short bus ride away run by ancient kosher chinese jews, I instigated a dance party at Bang On thanks to my hitting the "genius" button on Wallpaper while wearing all the crazy shit on the shelves, I fell asleep at 7:30pm and didn't wake up proper until 10:30am, slept through all phone calls and texts, epic fail. Grr..WTFML
On Sunday I skipped out on kickball, just wasn't feeling good, I think I texted Andrew that an Elephant had eaten a dumpster then puked inside of me.
Then before I had a chance to sulk at all about anything a gaggle of lesbians came and kidnapped me (ok, Kim and Cari), we went to some sort of dyke lesbian vagina art show that was pretty awesome with people in crazy costumes and neat fabric things, then to Pops, got drunk really quick off just two drinks since we are all so tiny, photobooth!!, played in the park next door on all the little kids stuff, found Kiri's house to use her bathroom, burritos, accidentally talked hella shit to an old friend from LA about someone that ended up actually being her close friend, super fun free show at this bar with some really good bands whose names I forgot,
Kiri came out, one girl tried to steel her beer koozie and asked if she liked The Distillers (p.s. Brody is wearing my fucking glasses in this picture what the fuck), oh there were googley eyes everywhere,
then um, oh yea Delerium, holy crap that bar is terrible I hated that place!
Ran into another friend outside and once again accidentally talked hella shit and was a jerk by accident in hindsight oh well some people are just very very 19 years old or 22 going on 17 and that's fine. Are You Afraid Of The Dark on DVD, Soylent Green is people!
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p.s. a thing I made:
and the Hard Girls made the best music video ever, as a PowerPoint presentation:
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