So, time for an update... where to begin I'll go back to Tuesday.
A smooth morning of coordinating and packing the collective food buying program I work with. Definately one of the best values yet with each person getting about 30 pounds of choice fruit and veggies for their 10$ contribution.
Took off at lunch headed to the ferry for Vancouver. Picked up by best friend N on the mainland. N and I check in to the Hotel Vancouver (lush), have fancy dinner in the lounge and get drunk on spensive white wine. The lubricant got her disclosing some painful stuff that she's been way too good at hiding (progressive yeah). Hell we ran up a tab with all the room service, valet parking etc. that woulda cost someone off the street a good $600 dollars for one night of luxery.
So, taxi to the plaza of nations, missed the first band mostly, the second band the Bad + were this random skatty offbeat piano double bass drum trio. I dunno, I didn't get it but, maybe just didn't try hard enough, or maybe I just can't get that shit having not grown up in say Montreal or New York.
So, we're mostly lurking around in and out of the beer garden then start squashing our way up to the front before the revered PIXIES came on for their big sell out show.
They slammed through a big set, hardly breating between songs. Pretty much played all that a fan would hope for. (cept for Dig for Fire -my fave and Jefery with one F -N's hope). They really looked like they were enjoying themselves, especially Kim Deal. Sure was wierd to see Frank Black scream in person sounding just the same as recorded. I've been to a lot of rock shows but, never one where I've sung along to every single song. I didn't have any idea that I knew all the words, they just vived out of me. An all round dripping sweaty, raucous good time.
So, there's a group of 3 boys we connected with shouting dancing smoking etc... worked our way into the centre of the crowd with these boys prior to commencement. Once the show started hell...
It's my belief that in a squashed rock show situation there are a couple of given graces such as...
1. When working your way to the front, move with the crowd, not against it.
2. don't purposely hurt people. I don't mean smashing around into people, I'm talking purposeful cruelty.
So, 4 songs into the set we're one person away from the bar. Out of fucking nowhere there two huge Meatheads came barreling. (Stereotyping sets in now) These goons are about 6 feet tall and are single focused in gaining position at the front. One comes up behind me and grinds his elbow into my head for a long period. My resistance leads to the displacement of the elbow into the right side of my neck and then shoulder. I tried to resist with all my might. Smacked the big bitch in the face repeatedly with the back of my hand. I even bit him in the tender inside part of his upper arm with out him even flinching... As I'm biting him thinking "what the fuck, I don't want his filthy blood in my mouth". So, chose not to break skin. Eventually he pushed past me an secured himself in the very front. As I'm catching my breath from my resistance, I'm eyeing the 2 fucks thinking "These guys in their matching polo shirts and crew cuts were fans when they were 15 during thier 'wierd' stage when they 'experiented' with drugs, that was just before they got more interested in hockey, Now, a decade later decide to indulge in a past blast. They're not even fans, so fucking clued out." So, once I recovered from my resistance I battled the fool again, gaining with my foot, my hand gripped on the bar, my knee, hip, shoulder, then all of me, in front of dumb fuck, smashing him in the guts.
Nothing compares to the feeling after a fantastic rock show, drenched in sweat, dazed, dehydrated, floating ahhh... Well, after working some not fun festival for 20 hours straight can compares minus the bliss.
Later back to the hotel, cleaned up. Settled down, near sleep, start thinking about those nasty meatheads lead me to think about something that REALLY angers me. The provincial ministry for children and families. Good god help me deal with my anger. Nothing pisses me off more than McFamilies. But, I still won't give up on prodding the evil giant. But, Thank god I'm part of some quasi-beaurocratic systems that are effective and anti-oppressive. I should have had my notebook with me.
Yesterday afternoon hooked up with friends in Nanaimo, smoked way too much cannabis, hot tubbed to soak away the pain, dinner then home. Mi esposo has made dinner and even added mushroom (I love, he hates). Stayed up too late all wiggy, worked early today and now...
Slave to rock, I rock on down to Victoria for another rock show. Where's Veronica at Logan's tonight.
A smooth morning of coordinating and packing the collective food buying program I work with. Definately one of the best values yet with each person getting about 30 pounds of choice fruit and veggies for their 10$ contribution.
Took off at lunch headed to the ferry for Vancouver. Picked up by best friend N on the mainland. N and I check in to the Hotel Vancouver (lush), have fancy dinner in the lounge and get drunk on spensive white wine. The lubricant got her disclosing some painful stuff that she's been way too good at hiding (progressive yeah). Hell we ran up a tab with all the room service, valet parking etc. that woulda cost someone off the street a good $600 dollars for one night of luxery.
So, taxi to the plaza of nations, missed the first band mostly, the second band the Bad + were this random skatty offbeat piano double bass drum trio. I dunno, I didn't get it but, maybe just didn't try hard enough, or maybe I just can't get that shit having not grown up in say Montreal or New York.
So, we're mostly lurking around in and out of the beer garden then start squashing our way up to the front before the revered PIXIES came on for their big sell out show.
They slammed through a big set, hardly breating between songs. Pretty much played all that a fan would hope for. (cept for Dig for Fire -my fave and Jefery with one F -N's hope). They really looked like they were enjoying themselves, especially Kim Deal. Sure was wierd to see Frank Black scream in person sounding just the same as recorded. I've been to a lot of rock shows but, never one where I've sung along to every single song. I didn't have any idea that I knew all the words, they just vived out of me. An all round dripping sweaty, raucous good time.
So, there's a group of 3 boys we connected with shouting dancing smoking etc... worked our way into the centre of the crowd with these boys prior to commencement. Once the show started hell...
It's my belief that in a squashed rock show situation there are a couple of given graces such as...
1. When working your way to the front, move with the crowd, not against it.
2. don't purposely hurt people. I don't mean smashing around into people, I'm talking purposeful cruelty.
So, 4 songs into the set we're one person away from the bar. Out of fucking nowhere there two huge Meatheads came barreling. (Stereotyping sets in now) These goons are about 6 feet tall and are single focused in gaining position at the front. One comes up behind me and grinds his elbow into my head for a long period. My resistance leads to the displacement of the elbow into the right side of my neck and then shoulder. I tried to resist with all my might. Smacked the big bitch in the face repeatedly with the back of my hand. I even bit him in the tender inside part of his upper arm with out him even flinching... As I'm biting him thinking "what the fuck, I don't want his filthy blood in my mouth". So, chose not to break skin. Eventually he pushed past me an secured himself in the very front. As I'm catching my breath from my resistance, I'm eyeing the 2 fucks thinking "These guys in their matching polo shirts and crew cuts were fans when they were 15 during thier 'wierd' stage when they 'experiented' with drugs, that was just before they got more interested in hockey, Now, a decade later decide to indulge in a past blast. They're not even fans, so fucking clued out." So, once I recovered from my resistance I battled the fool again, gaining with my foot, my hand gripped on the bar, my knee, hip, shoulder, then all of me, in front of dumb fuck, smashing him in the guts.
Nothing compares to the feeling after a fantastic rock show, drenched in sweat, dazed, dehydrated, floating ahhh... Well, after working some not fun festival for 20 hours straight can compares minus the bliss.
Later back to the hotel, cleaned up. Settled down, near sleep, start thinking about those nasty meatheads lead me to think about something that REALLY angers me. The provincial ministry for children and families. Good god help me deal with my anger. Nothing pisses me off more than McFamilies. But, I still won't give up on prodding the evil giant. But, Thank god I'm part of some quasi-beaurocratic systems that are effective and anti-oppressive. I should have had my notebook with me.
Yesterday afternoon hooked up with friends in Nanaimo, smoked way too much cannabis, hot tubbed to soak away the pain, dinner then home. Mi esposo has made dinner and even added mushroom (I love, he hates). Stayed up too late all wiggy, worked early today and now...
Slave to rock, I rock on down to Victoria for another rock show. Where's Veronica at Logan's tonight.
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
rainbowelf:
Wow, that's one hell of a concert story! Right on!
elphie:
OMG that's the hottest dream ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!