[ Friday, April 04, 2003 ]
uff. foo.zuoble. the roughness is starting to kick in... this seems bad, as it is only 9 22 a.m.... argle! not enough sleeps ... too many beerz! arf.
so.
Punk rock BINGO... didn't win anything tho. damnit! i really wanted that cobalt t-shirt. or else the S.T.R.E.E.T.S. vinyl of "Bo Bo Gnar Gnar". fuckles. arg. f.
the first band was okay, i guess. i think they would've been a damn sight better with a differnt singer, i'm not that down with the gruff incoherencies barked out... like, what were any of the words to any of the songs? who knows? ! dag. and plus, i think those guys wax their chests or something.
ya.
many beers drunken. many. many beer in the eye. more on that in a minute here.
nardwuar was there, that was a treat. good ol nard. i'd like to see what footage of it makes it onto his show on much music, but seeing as i don't have cable that doesn't seem very likely at all. whatever, its not like i'm going to cry about it.
so some american band was s'posed to play, but they didn't make it for some reason, so Cüm Söc played, which was pretty good. pretty damn fucking good. jason leblanc wore a bicycle helmet, which was classy. they all had like, sparkler screecher firework things duct taped to the ends of their guitars, and they lit them all during one song... .the singer, he had a beard like zz top, anyways, he had the sparkler things duct taped to his boots... it was pretty good. and they had their punk chick back up singers, the "söc-ettes", and they were pouring beer from jugs... i guess the advantage of running a bar and having a band is that you can just snag three jugs of beer and pour them down the throats of punkers... or in the eyes of punkers... fuck. that stung . the last swill i tried to take, pouring down from above, rained down, up my nose and in my eyes... arghle! shit. it burned. and it gave me a nasty taste/smell in my sinuses for ages. almost made me puke! yarp. but i was strong.
so, yeah, they're like, whoever comes up here moshes gets free beer,so me n' brent went up there, shirtless (so the beer could work into the skin and facilitate the tanning process) , and then we were joined by canteloni and ben, and i think marissa was up there for a while, plus some crustyish punk types, ... arrr, good times,. it was good to slam around with the mike... he's punk still after all! that hippy. good times. and then i almost got in a fight, which was kinda weird... this guy, skinny squatterpunk type, i think he was having some kinda weird/aggro night anyways, cuz some chick who seemed to be known to him tried to clobber him over the head with a beer bottle at the end of the night. anyways... mosh thing, he'd been in there, and i kinda flew across at him and knocked him pretty hard, but i reached out and caught him so that he didn't fall... anways, he just starts shoving me, like, y'know, that two handed "i'm going to start a fight with you" shove... i just kinda rolled with it, which is probably good, i think, best not to cause bar brawls to erupt :) or to get my head smacked :)... it was kinda funny almost, i was kinda saying to him like, "what? what's up buddy?"... strangeness. good times :) nice to know my friends got my back too, there was a bunch folks up 'n around pretty quick. yarp.le. feeling better now, half an hour after i started this, than i did at the start... hopefully the day goes okay... i'd be pretty stoked for a nap tho.
worked out yesterday, too, which, coupled with the slamdance and the muchos beers, would explain the numb achyness all over my body. feels kinda good tho. just enough of a beating to feel good.
Escaper [4/04/2003 01:16:00 PM]
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