[ Monday, February 24, 2003 ]
This whole business of being alive makes me feel a little sick sometimes. I like turning into a trucker till i had to walk up the stairs. i have to do something to take care of this fragile body of mine, before i turn into brian wilson... the aesthetic of putting on hundreds of pounds i don't mind so much, but the reality is kindof a drag. maybe its a good thing i walked up those stairs when i did.the weekend was a bit of a mind fuck. it started innocently enough, went to the "digitalis 2 : the spiritual in digital art" opening. the show was curated by my bear friend's dad, and it was interesting, some of the art was pretty cool. so then back downtown, at the meatball, i was trying to hook up with demon mike and his demon friends, and rather than going out, they dropped by the space... well, that seemed fine enough, although i kinda wanted to get out, but its not a bad place to hang out....
anyways, so outside the gate the demons met b and j dawg, so those crazy fuckers came in too, j dawg was just back from a crazy trip down to georgia, eating grits... how did he describe it? "eating pills, drinking forties, and driving an old truck, that's all i did"
crazy guy.
and he and b dawg had just had a bit of a weird day... b's landlord was trying to evict him, bogus situation, the slum lord.. anyways, so they went to arbitration and won, which i guess is more than the psyche of the landowner could take... so the slum lord's boyfriend was pummeling on the door, screaming shit "i'm going to kill you, i will not be held responsible for my actions!!" crazy shit... they got some incrimination against him on minidisc, which was kinda funny to listen to. Anyways,... cut to a few hours later, three a.m.
I think that mike and most of the demons had left at this point, but some of them might still have been there, its kindof a blur...
so b dawg... i think ever since that night where we tagged the engineering trailer and he sprayed blood all over it has had a seed in his mind about "painting" with his blood... anyways, so he's fucking around with his knife, and he's sketching out this guy mat (?i think it was mat) and his girlfriend, and so b sticks his knife in the table, and the guy tries to take it, and then b like, grabs for it or something... i'm not sure, i wasn't really paying attention the man's antics, it was kinda annoying me, so i just had a half a drunk eye on things, just in case shit got weird. so anyways, b grabs his knife basically by the blade, slices deep deep into his pinky, and the blobs of red sticky are just flooding out. later i found out that he'd cut through his tendon... maybe that's a good thing, i mean, the pinky isn't super useful, so its limited movement won't screw with him too much, but hopefully it'll be like, an mnemonic device... anyways... fuck... i won't go into too much more of the details... but i think he learned his lesson, he sounded pretty ashamed at his behaviour the next day on the phone... he put johnny cash playing "hurt" by NiN on my answering machine, and i pressed the wrong button, so i had to listen to it twice, and by the end of the second time i was crying.
and then i got to clean up the millions of blood drops... that was great. yah. fuck...
it was interesting, in some ways... in the room where the original blood spilling happened (it was spread out over a few rooms) the floor was like, dark wood, so you couldn't really see where the blood was, cuz the floor was pretty dirty, but once you ran a mop over it, got it wet, it all showed up, like one of those invisible pens that you draw another pen over to make them show up. fark.
what else? that was the most action packed event of the weekend. i was stuck at the meatball from friday till sunday, slept there two nights, and man oh man was i a goat boy by the time i finally made it into the shower this morning...sick! i was offending myself.
saturday the arizona jazz farm jammed again, although arc didn't make it down... he left this incredibly cryptic message on the answering machine, like "i'm going down for a long time, i may never see the sun again" or something... i thought maybe he'd been arrested for desecrating his precious ballet. but apparently he'd tried to drop by, when we were in full flight of rock... hm.
it was pretty good, we didn't really work on any of the old stuff, we just freestyled for a couple of hours.. .there were some damn fine moments though. some kinda cheesy 'heavy rock'... it wan't really heavy rock, at least, it was filtered through the smashed audio kaleidascope of the jazz farm. i think we're starting to figure ourselves out... our ambition is to tour iceland, i think we can be huge there. ryan is talking about hooking up all sorts of like, those colored light rope things, syncing them up to some midi devices... what i really want to do is to hook up strobe lights to my delay fx, possibly using these servos that ryan has, and calibrate it so that the strobe pulses in time with the delay pulse. that'd be cool... blow peoples freeking minds!!!
sunday was weird... ended up missing the bus saturday night, so we slept there, zuzu and myself, getting goaty together :)ahh, love. we had... not a fight, but a heavy kinda conversation... it was good though, if hard. i think it cleared the air of a lot of shit, hopefully.
anyways, we were freeking tired, shpaced out. the meatball kids were making an art film :) but it took a long time to get it all going, but i guess that is always the case with these things, it was with our film... the film i think'll be pretty interesting, i even got to be in it for a bit,as a rabbit... i had clothespegs all attached to my moustache. good fun.
so yeah, ben and i sat around for a long time, read "darklon the mystic", a crazy comic... ben got a little obsessed with it. played some rock, had a nice moment of "garage stereolab" with tom on the drums.
farkls.
and now here i am back in the cage... late today... later than acceptible, i think. got a stern email, i got to get my shit together and be on time for a while, get to sleep earlier. fark. don't want to get fired before i pay off my axe!
Escaper [2/24/2003 01:18:00 PM]
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