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syncope at 02:50pm on 14/08/2008
syncope at 02:50pm on 14/08/2008Sunday is Warped. That means, of course, I have approx. 87 hours of work between now and then. I also completely spaced on the Smoking Popes show at the Knitting Factory tomorrow night. That show's bound to be epic. I wonder if this weekend is going to finish me...
Last night I told my boss "dude, am cracking, must go out, you'll get your work tomorrow, ok, skippy?" and I went out for drinks w/ Jenn and some her old work buddies. Nothing of great interest to report there other than I really love Venice.
So after we did the face time over bourbon and ridic finger foods, we went to this showcase deal for singer songwriters back in town. This is where it gets good.
The event was at a place that looks like a movie set for a cheesy Mexican restaurant--red lights, a grotto, fountains, the whole shebang. Fine, I love cheesy things, that part was awesome. The set up for the singers was in a room where the management had lined up a bunch of chairs in the middle of the room a la a school assembly. On one side of the chairs were booths that were hemmed in by the "stage" and the assembly seating. The people we were meeting were in one of these booths. Because of this, we were pinned RIGHT BY THE ARTIST singing and we couldn't even make faces.
I had to sit through the most excruciating set I've witnessed (perhaps in my entire life because I normally bail when this situation is this dire) AND I COULDN'T EVEN MAKE JOKES. Picture this: a 4'10" blonde surf chick with wavy hair to her waist in a spaghetti strapped blouse, jeans with the knees out, and black (the blouse was off white and gold, so not matching) flip-flops playing "heartfelt" ballads about wanting to make love, idk, and loving people. I think it went on for six years? And we were trapped. We didn't even have drinks! I guess I buried the lead on this. Jenn was all hot to say hi to her friends so we by-passed the bar to sit down. Arg.
In this episode of my reality show: a preview of my own special section of hell.
At one point I sort of squirmed--JUST SQUIRMED--because my soul was shredding and Jenn poked me under the table. WOES!
There is no way to actually convey how bad this music was. I wish I'd written her name down so I could link you to her myspace so you could get a sample.
The person we were there to see was very talented and very personable and her music was great. But then Jenn told me she's Christian, so forget it. Yeah, I'm prejudiced against Christians, deal with it. (When I mentioned my annoyance w/ the religiousness of this woman--who has a bible tattoo, ok, so we're not talking about a Easter and Christmas Christian here--N said "I bet Gerard Way is a Christian" to taunt me. hahahaha I lolled, will not lie--ITT who's more ridic, me or Gerard? Honestly, I think it might be a toss up.)
(Motion City Soundtrack, Dashboard Confessional, and Lucero have the same publicists as Stars...that seems pretty. odd.)
I'm STILL listening to "Feelin' It" on loop. I think I might have to bust out a whole Blink album soon.
SMOKING POPES, dude! hahahaa oh god, I hope we don't end up in jail tomorrow. Or if we do, we have to be out by Saturday night because we have some serious bullshit to get up to on Sunday.
It's only Thursday? Jesus.
Last night I told my boss "dude, am cracking, must go out, you'll get your work tomorrow, ok, skippy?" and I went out for drinks w/ Jenn and some her old work buddies. Nothing of great interest to report there other than I really love Venice.
So after we did the face time over bourbon and ridic finger foods, we went to this showcase deal for singer songwriters back in town. This is where it gets good.
The event was at a place that looks like a movie set for a cheesy Mexican restaurant--red lights, a grotto, fountains, the whole shebang. Fine, I love cheesy things, that part was awesome. The set up for the singers was in a room where the management had lined up a bunch of chairs in the middle of the room a la a school assembly. On one side of the chairs were booths that were hemmed in by the "stage" and the assembly seating. The people we were meeting were in one of these booths. Because of this, we were pinned RIGHT BY THE ARTIST singing and we couldn't even make faces.
I had to sit through the most excruciating set I've witnessed (perhaps in my entire life because I normally bail when this situation is this dire) AND I COULDN'T EVEN MAKE JOKES. Picture this: a 4'10" blonde surf chick with wavy hair to her waist in a spaghetti strapped blouse, jeans with the knees out, and black (the blouse was off white and gold, so not matching) flip-flops playing "heartfelt" ballads about wanting to make love, idk, and loving people. I think it went on for six years? And we were trapped. We didn't even have drinks! I guess I buried the lead on this. Jenn was all hot to say hi to her friends so we by-passed the bar to sit down. Arg.
In this episode of my reality show: a preview of my own special section of hell.
At one point I sort of squirmed--JUST SQUIRMED--because my soul was shredding and Jenn poked me under the table. WOES!
There is no way to actually convey how bad this music was. I wish I'd written her name down so I could link you to her myspace so you could get a sample.
The person we were there to see was very talented and very personable and her music was great. But then Jenn told me she's Christian, so forget it. Yeah, I'm prejudiced against Christians, deal with it. (When I mentioned my annoyance w/ the religiousness of this woman--who has a bible tattoo, ok, so we're not talking about a Easter and Christmas Christian here--N said "I bet Gerard Way is a Christian" to taunt me. hahahaha I lolled, will not lie--ITT who's more ridic, me or Gerard? Honestly, I think it might be a toss up.)
(Motion City Soundtrack, Dashboard Confessional, and Lucero have the same publicists as Stars...that seems pretty. odd.)
I'm STILL listening to "Feelin' It" on loop. I think I might have to bust out a whole Blink album soon.
SMOKING POPES, dude! hahahaa oh god, I hope we don't end up in jail tomorrow. Or if we do, we have to be out by Saturday night because we have some serious bullshit to get up to on Sunday.
It's only Thursday? Jesus.
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