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syncope at 12:52pm on 27/06/2008
syncope at 12:52pm on 27/06/2008This is a true story:
The other day I was looking over ohmyrockness (dot com) at shows this week and I happened to be on the phone with my buddy, who needs a nickname I suppose, I shall call her Rock Goddess, so I say to RG "oh, look, at this shitty band Jenn will love, I hope she doesn't click the link!" and RG proceeds to herself click the link. "Oh, they're playing The Echo AND Spaceland? Hipster double whammy." This isn't exactly a direct quote because I was too busy laughing my ass off at the description of the band. The band is Fleet Foxes who are compared to My Morning Jacket *gag*. So yesterday RG calls Jenn and tells her about the show. Now I guess we're going. *weeps* Oh well, maybe something amusing will happen like a drug bust in the bathroom or a Patrick sighting. I already hate them based on their myspace alone. Maybe I'll protest by wearing my Cab t-shirt and RG and Jenn will shuuuuunnn me.
Oh well, every show can't be The Hold Steady, right? Because that would break the world, truly. We all know I'll go to this show and be all "now I loooove them omg, lalala!" I hate myself, don't bother doing it for me.
Big developments in going out news: RG is sick! Way to dodge that bullet, lady.
I wanted too see Metroid tonight, but it's at an all ages venue in Pomona, so that ain't gonna happen. There's this super lame-o "music festival" happening here this weekend that's a cork in the butt of decent booking for the next couple days.
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Hm. Reading Pete's blog (not the meelikey market place bazaar of consumer culture) reminds me that he's just the right flavor of coconuts. It's like looking on a knot you can conceptually unwind but as you pull it apart the knot-maker is down the thread looping it more. And I intend the ability to SEE the knot-maker in this analogy because he wants us to see him working to be obtuse. It's a whole interactive system. People say "PW is X" and Pete quotes it, picks it apart, and rebrands himself as self-avowedly X but also Q. It's fucking masterful. If only I was so clever.
Anyone interested in these Pete musings is probs on icecreamhedaches so you saw the cross posted blog entry about life direction and two people who lead him astray. The comments on that post made me laugh, because, I mean, the world is on the internet and badmouthing your baby mama to the whole world this early in the marriage really isn't Pete's style. He's probably talking about his stylist or publicist. He needs a whole cycle before he goes totally crackers and starts cutting himself and ODing in the parking lot, mkay? At least until he's tired of the MTV thing and there's some huge--crisis over the new record (which, tbh because I'm an asshole, I'm really looking forward to watching play out, maybe we'll even have a feature called "This week in Fall Out Boy Are Breaking Up News!").
Anyway, no Metroid for me!
The other day I was looking over ohmyrockness (dot com) at shows this week and I happened to be on the phone with my buddy, who needs a nickname I suppose, I shall call her Rock Goddess, so I say to RG "oh, look, at this shitty band Jenn will love, I hope she doesn't click the link!" and RG proceeds to herself click the link. "Oh, they're playing The Echo AND Spaceland? Hipster double whammy." This isn't exactly a direct quote because I was too busy laughing my ass off at the description of the band. The band is Fleet Foxes who are compared to My Morning Jacket *gag*. So yesterday RG calls Jenn and tells her about the show. Now I guess we're going. *weeps* Oh well, maybe something amusing will happen like a drug bust in the bathroom or a Patrick sighting. I already hate them based on their myspace alone. Maybe I'll protest by wearing my Cab t-shirt and RG and Jenn will shuuuuunnn me.
Oh well, every show can't be The Hold Steady, right? Because that would break the world, truly. We all know I'll go to this show and be all "now I loooove them omg, lalala!" I hate myself, don't bother doing it for me.
Big developments in going out news: RG is sick! Way to dodge that bullet, lady.
I wanted too see Metroid tonight, but it's at an all ages venue in Pomona, so that ain't gonna happen. There's this super lame-o "music festival" happening here this weekend that's a cork in the butt of decent booking for the next couple days.
*
Hm. Reading Pete's blog (not the meelikey market place bazaar of consumer culture) reminds me that he's just the right flavor of coconuts. It's like looking on a knot you can conceptually unwind but as you pull it apart the knot-maker is down the thread looping it more. And I intend the ability to SEE the knot-maker in this analogy because he wants us to see him working to be obtuse. It's a whole interactive system. People say "PW is X" and Pete quotes it, picks it apart, and rebrands himself as self-avowedly X but also Q. It's fucking masterful. If only I was so clever.
Anyone interested in these Pete musings is probs on icecreamhedaches so you saw the cross posted blog entry about life direction and two people who lead him astray. The comments on that post made me laugh, because, I mean, the world is on the internet and badmouthing your baby mama to the whole world this early in the marriage really isn't Pete's style. He's probably talking about his stylist or publicist. He needs a whole cycle before he goes totally crackers and starts cutting himself and ODing in the parking lot, mkay? At least until he's tired of the MTV thing and there's some huge--crisis over the new record (which, tbh because I'm an asshole, I'm really looking forward to watching play out, maybe we'll even have a feature called "This week in Fall Out Boy Are Breaking Up News!").
Anyway, no Metroid for me!
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