IPOD
RADIO
Mark Knophler
I love working with British crews....
Years ago way back in 88, when I was fresh out of college. I was working for a sad little lighting rental company ( Which will remain unnamed ) And we were hired to empty our shop of every piece of aluminum trussing available and send it down to B.C. Place Stadium. As the huge monster WHO tour needed more... for a huge black backdrop to hide the seating backstage.
Keener that I was, I went down there with with the 5 tonne, volunteering to see if they needed help unloading. Hoping to see a bit of the big rock show, and maybe get some real work. But, at the loading bay of the venue I was told, rather rudely and in no uncertain terms that I was a scab. And not to help unload the truck by the shows union crew. ( Ironically I now work with alot of the local guys who gave me that attitude back then. ) Which as a young kid, I guess that kind reception, must have noticeably upset me.
Beside where they were all laying out the box truss. The Who's Stage crew chief was prepping band gear. And as I stood there stupidly wondering how to disappear into space. He sort of comforted me, and told me in his odd english brogue. Not to listen to those old local farts, who were nobodies anyway. But, I got such a cold shoulder from them that I took myself out of there. And went to see my my GF instead of hanging out. I couldn't for the life of me remember his name from all those years ago... but I remember the tool case he was using as his traveling guitar shop, that he let me push closer to his tech world
Since that moment... I've been backstage with members of the Who twice. ( once on a T.V. shoot and once with a band I was working with that opened for them...) But, I never saw that Stage guy again until today. Him and his tool box case are still being pushed around the world for other bands and... well, that's it, above.
And he's still a total road pirate...Not that he remembers me. But , I got to help unload his current bands gear. And while we were loading in to the venue. A bunch of his old road friends came over from The Centre, where The Holy Grail is playing. And they just stopped the setup dead when they all got caught up. And our head carp was staring bullets at us ( like he does when ever we are at a stand still...) while we waited for them to give us further instructions.
And all I could do was shrug....
I love working with British crews....
Years ago way back in 88, when I was fresh out of college. I was working for a sad little lighting rental company ( Which will remain unnamed ) And we were hired to empty our shop of every piece of aluminum trussing available and send it down to B.C. Place Stadium. As the huge monster WHO tour needed more... for a huge black backdrop to hide the seating backstage.
Keener that I was, I went down there with with the 5 tonne, volunteering to see if they needed help unloading. Hoping to see a bit of the big rock show, and maybe get some real work. But, at the loading bay of the venue I was told, rather rudely and in no uncertain terms that I was a scab. And not to help unload the truck by the shows union crew. ( Ironically I now work with alot of the local guys who gave me that attitude back then. ) Which as a young kid, I guess that kind reception, must have noticeably upset me.
Beside where they were all laying out the box truss. The Who's Stage crew chief was prepping band gear. And as I stood there stupidly wondering how to disappear into space. He sort of comforted me, and told me in his odd english brogue. Not to listen to those old local farts, who were nobodies anyway. But, I got such a cold shoulder from them that I took myself out of there. And went to see my my GF instead of hanging out. I couldn't for the life of me remember his name from all those years ago... but I remember the tool case he was using as his traveling guitar shop, that he let me push closer to his tech world
Since that moment... I've been backstage with members of the Who twice. ( once on a T.V. shoot and once with a band I was working with that opened for them...) But, I never saw that Stage guy again until today. Him and his tool box case are still being pushed around the world for other bands and... well, that's it, above.
And he's still a total road pirate...Not that he remembers me. But , I got to help unload his current bands gear. And while we were loading in to the venue. A bunch of his old road friends came over from The Centre, where The Holy Grail is playing. And they just stopped the setup dead when they all got caught up. And our head carp was staring bullets at us ( like he does when ever we are at a stand still...) while we waited for them to give us further instructions.
And all I could do was shrug....
Dom-inion Day
I've never been in America on the fourth as an adult....I was thinking of going down south for it. But, the chance of work when it's slow that weekend has arisen. Of course, the bulk of the work is on the weekend. ( Mark Knophler, a rave and Kid Rock Show ) So I have a feeling that my last weekend for summer happened on our holiday.
It was weird not working on Canada Day / weekend. Thats usually a big show weekend for me. So, I convinced a friend ( who was an old GF ) M., to come to Sin City with me and dance the saturday night away with some pervy people. She's always said she wanted to come, and even bought some rather expensive rubber gear to play along. She's wanted to go previously, but her BF is not interested. And each time I've asked before, to go solo with me he vetoes her night. But, he was out on a guy weekend, mountain biking. So she came along.
I've noticed at thease events that, if you go with a woman who's all perved up. The "Strict Fetish Clothing" policing door guy doesn't even give me, a guy, the once over. Where as if I'm a single guy, on my own. I have to really dress up in the accepted attire, to cross the threshold . - In fact, everything is better outside the club. People smile more. - "Aw, look at the cute hetro-pervy couple, honey..." Drunken crowds of guys whistle. Taxi drivers chat with us.
Venturing to Sin City on my own. I automatically feel like I was when I was some geeky, teen, punker kid in suburbia. Laughed at, suspiciously oppressed by jocks, and avoided by Taxi drivers. It's times like this that I really feel for the guys in the gay community here. And I understand why they collect as a mini society in the west end. That omnipresent hetero-jock oppression in the western world against any guy dressing glam, or any costume that might border on hinting or questioning a persons sexuality. Meanwhile, the jocks all gather at the sports bar, on the Canada Day weekend. To watch pay per view, UFC fighting championships where beefy guys wrestle, punch and grope each other bare chested.
The only bad thing about bringing a new person to Sin City is having to possibly entertain them. Which gets in the way of me entertaining myself. Even in all the rubber dress and corset. M, was really kind of uptight or not into it. Nervous about being there without her guy. Always worried that she might run into a student from her college. Or somebody she knew out in the real world. ( Which is why I always suggested that she dress up as the hot SM teacher... you know, laugh and have fun with her chosen profession. Look the normals in the eye with what they weird out over. ) I thought we were friends long enough that she'd relax and loosen up. But, she danced like she was at a high school sock hop. So, we spent most of the time talking about kinky relationships. ( Or, rather my lack of one. ) And we tried to figure out who in the crowd was the most kinky. Who was the most Dom or Sub Guy or Girl. Or who like us was just being a kinky tourist.
( Why do most of the women I know see BDSM in such strict relationships? M, was going on about a friend who was into being a REAL sub. but couldn't find a 100 % Dom guy. - The kind who is dominant all the time and provides 24/7 ( materially and otherwise ) for the woman's gift of submission. Personally, I think this is impossible in this day and age. Back in the 1950's when one man's job provided for a family. Sure. But, now with the expectations of equality, and the fact that it takes two or more incomes to buy a place and have a relationship. Now, it only works as bedroom fantasy. Plus, most normal guys don't want to always be the Dom. I know I don't. Sex, when I get it.... is so much better 50 / 50 between two confident people who can express and play with fantasy. Which is why I like to go to Sin City when I can. Maybe I can get more confident about my own fantasies or more confident about approaching kinky women.)
I guess she was expecting it would be more wild, or more of an event. But, like anything you make it what it is....
I mean it's really just an adult halloween party. A quick Bi - weekly thrill for the hetero Artsy community that likes wearing leather PVC or fun costumes. The best parts for me is, I get to voyeur for the evening. And the women seem far more open to compliments about their kinky attire. ( Compliment the shoes... thats the best place to start. ) I guess, it's because I'm a like person. Enjoying the feel of leather and rubber as well. because I'm playing along.
So, I got her back on her way home, and went back to the club, for the last hour of dancing....
I've never been in America on the fourth as an adult....I was thinking of going down south for it. But, the chance of work when it's slow that weekend has arisen. Of course, the bulk of the work is on the weekend. ( Mark Knophler, a rave and Kid Rock Show ) So I have a feeling that my last weekend for summer happened on our holiday.
It was weird not working on Canada Day / weekend. Thats usually a big show weekend for me. So, I convinced a friend ( who was an old GF ) M., to come to Sin City with me and dance the saturday night away with some pervy people. She's always said she wanted to come, and even bought some rather expensive rubber gear to play along. She's wanted to go previously, but her BF is not interested. And each time I've asked before, to go solo with me he vetoes her night. But, he was out on a guy weekend, mountain biking. So she came along.
I've noticed at thease events that, if you go with a woman who's all perved up. The "Strict Fetish Clothing" policing door guy doesn't even give me, a guy, the once over. Where as if I'm a single guy, on my own. I have to really dress up in the accepted attire, to cross the threshold . - In fact, everything is better outside the club. People smile more. - "Aw, look at the cute hetro-pervy couple, honey..." Drunken crowds of guys whistle. Taxi drivers chat with us.
Venturing to Sin City on my own. I automatically feel like I was when I was some geeky, teen, punker kid in suburbia. Laughed at, suspiciously oppressed by jocks, and avoided by Taxi drivers. It's times like this that I really feel for the guys in the gay community here. And I understand why they collect as a mini society in the west end. That omnipresent hetero-jock oppression in the western world against any guy dressing glam, or any costume that might border on hinting or questioning a persons sexuality. Meanwhile, the jocks all gather at the sports bar, on the Canada Day weekend. To watch pay per view, UFC fighting championships where beefy guys wrestle, punch and grope each other bare chested.
The only bad thing about bringing a new person to Sin City is having to possibly entertain them. Which gets in the way of me entertaining myself. Even in all the rubber dress and corset. M, was really kind of uptight or not into it. Nervous about being there without her guy. Always worried that she might run into a student from her college. Or somebody she knew out in the real world. ( Which is why I always suggested that she dress up as the hot SM teacher... you know, laugh and have fun with her chosen profession. Look the normals in the eye with what they weird out over. ) I thought we were friends long enough that she'd relax and loosen up. But, she danced like she was at a high school sock hop. So, we spent most of the time talking about kinky relationships. ( Or, rather my lack of one. ) And we tried to figure out who in the crowd was the most kinky. Who was the most Dom or Sub Guy or Girl. Or who like us was just being a kinky tourist.
( Why do most of the women I know see BDSM in such strict relationships? M, was going on about a friend who was into being a REAL sub. but couldn't find a 100 % Dom guy. - The kind who is dominant all the time and provides 24/7 ( materially and otherwise ) for the woman's gift of submission. Personally, I think this is impossible in this day and age. Back in the 1950's when one man's job provided for a family. Sure. But, now with the expectations of equality, and the fact that it takes two or more incomes to buy a place and have a relationship. Now, it only works as bedroom fantasy. Plus, most normal guys don't want to always be the Dom. I know I don't. Sex, when I get it.... is so much better 50 / 50 between two confident people who can express and play with fantasy. Which is why I like to go to Sin City when I can. Maybe I can get more confident about my own fantasies or more confident about approaching kinky women.)
I guess she was expecting it would be more wild, or more of an event. But, like anything you make it what it is....
I mean it's really just an adult halloween party. A quick Bi - weekly thrill for the hetero Artsy community that likes wearing leather PVC or fun costumes. The best parts for me is, I get to voyeur for the evening. And the women seem far more open to compliments about their kinky attire. ( Compliment the shoes... thats the best place to start. ) I guess, it's because I'm a like person. Enjoying the feel of leather and rubber as well. because I'm playing along.
So, I got her back on her way home, and went back to the club, for the last hour of dancing....
Agents Of Change
I've been bouncing around from gig to gig. A bunch of Islamic and Indian pop shows at the Agrodome. A Franco force tour promoting Quebec's 300'th birthday. Complete with a geodesic dome that took a whole evening to set up and rig.
The best gig was a world habitat and information display I got to rig and light for the Amir Kahn society. The group was promoting their new University that they'd produced and funded in Kazakhstan. And other ventures in third world Asia. I used to think it odd that we get alot of religious groups asking for the locals services when they want to put on shows or do events. But, I think it has alot to do with the fact that we set them up on the civic community centres. And the groups understand us as well, being a union that we are a non profit society of workers. We're on their plane, so to speak.
It's just fun to help build multi-media displays that don't promote the newest " Must have Gadget" or some corporate bullshit diatribe. Constructing information kiosks that show real things happening for amputee adults who need to learn new skills, in some far off war torn country, to help feed their children. Or the building of displays that show a old village that the people who have been apart of this organization, have rebuilt with their money and time.
When it's setting up a huge video wall for somebody like Sun micro system. Who have more money than god. I want to be the lazy union guy. But, gigs like this I put my heart into it and so does the others. Because our employers really give, in reality. And we are on the easy receiving end of their largest.
I've been bouncing around from gig to gig. A bunch of Islamic and Indian pop shows at the Agrodome. A Franco force tour promoting Quebec's 300'th birthday. Complete with a geodesic dome that took a whole evening to set up and rig.
The best gig was a world habitat and information display I got to rig and light for the Amir Kahn society. The group was promoting their new University that they'd produced and funded in Kazakhstan. And other ventures in third world Asia. I used to think it odd that we get alot of religious groups asking for the locals services when they want to put on shows or do events. But, I think it has alot to do with the fact that we set them up on the civic community centres. And the groups understand us as well, being a union that we are a non profit society of workers. We're on their plane, so to speak.
It's just fun to help build multi-media displays that don't promote the newest " Must have Gadget" or some corporate bullshit diatribe. Constructing information kiosks that show real things happening for amputee adults who need to learn new skills, in some far off war torn country, to help feed their children. Or the building of displays that show a old village that the people who have been apart of this organization, have rebuilt with their money and time.
When it's setting up a huge video wall for somebody like Sun micro system. Who have more money than god. I want to be the lazy union guy. But, gigs like this I put my heart into it and so does the others. Because our employers really give, in reality. And we are on the easy receiving end of their largest.
Panic At The Disco
One of the oddly fun things about working rock shows is seeing events I normally wouldn't buy tickets for. As I'm a total geezer now, and my niece is about to graduate from H.S. But, I'm complete idiot about the most of the more cultish bands that make the girls of Generation Y scream.
Way back during my time as a teen ( think 1984 - Breakfast Club ) it was Depeche Mode, who were totally mainstream pop idols in Europe. But here in backwaters of Canada, they were the shy, romantic, nerdy teen girls band of choice. And that was really the reason we, the dorky guys in school liked the band as well. Because one of their shows would collect piles of Vancouver's shy, romantic, nerdy girls in the forum. And more importantly they'd all be really excited and possibly even drunk on bootlegged Vodka Coolers. ( Event Security in the 80's was paltry in comparison to the phalanx of steroid filled Nazi body builders that propagate todays concerts )
Where we would go and hope and pray to meet one and maybe hook up - Honestly I don't think we used that word - I don't remember having a word that described meeting a girl, getting slightly drunk on watered down stolen booze, and making out in some teen disco or rusty green VW Bug. We just hoped with blind faith. that we'd finally meet, "Her"
Setting up Panic At The Disco yesterday I had no clue as to who they were. And more importantly, what type of fans they would have. The gear was all top notch. Custom risers and gear. drapes and backdrops that made the show look all romantic and gauzy. The cool multiple Video projection, VL's 2500's and sponsored by Honda Civic. I should have know it was a screaming teen idol rock band.
But, walking through the backstage entrance past security and into the venue to check in for the strike. I could feel it. The pile of drunk exhausted suburban teen girls, all ashamed and embarrassed for being caught stumbling drunk. While being looked after by the female first aid attendants, told me everything I needed to know.
That their would be excited nerdy, dorky and romantic teen girls and guys here. Maybe even some at their first rock show. And also in attendance would be slightly embarrassed, overprotective, parents hoping it would soon be over. All while secretly wishing they were the ones breaking free and getting drunk on the fun and excitement.
One of the oddly fun things about working rock shows is seeing events I normally wouldn't buy tickets for. As I'm a total geezer now, and my niece is about to graduate from H.S. But, I'm complete idiot about the most of the more cultish bands that make the girls of Generation Y scream.
Way back during my time as a teen ( think 1984 - Breakfast Club ) it was Depeche Mode, who were totally mainstream pop idols in Europe. But here in backwaters of Canada, they were the shy, romantic, nerdy teen girls band of choice. And that was really the reason we, the dorky guys in school liked the band as well. Because one of their shows would collect piles of Vancouver's shy, romantic, nerdy girls in the forum. And more importantly they'd all be really excited and possibly even drunk on bootlegged Vodka Coolers. ( Event Security in the 80's was paltry in comparison to the phalanx of steroid filled Nazi body builders that propagate todays concerts )
Where we would go and hope and pray to meet one and maybe hook up - Honestly I don't think we used that word - I don't remember having a word that described meeting a girl, getting slightly drunk on watered down stolen booze, and making out in some teen disco or rusty green VW Bug. We just hoped with blind faith. that we'd finally meet, "Her"
Setting up Panic At The Disco yesterday I had no clue as to who they were. And more importantly, what type of fans they would have. The gear was all top notch. Custom risers and gear. drapes and backdrops that made the show look all romantic and gauzy. The cool multiple Video projection, VL's 2500's and sponsored by Honda Civic. I should have know it was a screaming teen idol rock band.
But, walking through the backstage entrance past security and into the venue to check in for the strike. I could feel it. The pile of drunk exhausted suburban teen girls, all ashamed and embarrassed for being caught stumbling drunk. While being looked after by the female first aid attendants, told me everything I needed to know.
That their would be excited nerdy, dorky and romantic teen girls and guys here. Maybe even some at their first rock show. And also in attendance would be slightly embarrassed, overprotective, parents hoping it would soon be over. All while secretly wishing they were the ones breaking free and getting drunk on the fun and excitement.
RUN TO THE HILLS!!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!
Thank the gods of the earth I'm back at work....
And it was a huge show... 7 trucks + hanging lights, video and P.A. for Iron Maiden. I'm not a fan but I have to admit they are awesome. No half measures. Full on, Fcuk you ROCK AND ROLL The show took me back to 1985. My brother was a huge fan for a few years. Due to all his cool friends being into it, and the great pop horror record albums that appeal to teens. Before we all got into highbrow horror industrial music like Skinny Puppy.
56 points articulated trussing. Tonnes of Fog, smoke and Pyro, Huge Articulated Eddie creatures. Backdrops and Bruce Dickenson's costume changes that could rival any large opera production. This Is IRON MAIDEN
Of course the show is only as extreme as the audience and they were animals. As I warmed up the spotlight and sat down to wait for the main event. I couldn't help note how fanatical the audience was. Streams of tight jeaned, white sneakered IRON MAIDEN fans in all manner of Cut off sleeved IRON MAIDEN Shirts and baseball caps filled the coliseum. And as the main event came closer the MAIDEN fans got ever restless. Sporadically chanting MAIDEN! MAIDEN!! MAIDEN!!! While a few IRON MAIDEN Bizerker fans. ( probably drunk on High Test Malt liquor ) Tested the resolve of Security to throw them out of the mosh pit even before the bands arrival....
Dennis hit the coliseum house lights... and a huge cheer of the faithful reached ear piercing levels. As the video played stock footage of the IRON MAIDEN Air Force One landing at some airports and the show loading in. While the LD in the headset I was wearing was screaming out our standbys over all the fans cheering every tiny movement on the darkened stage. The video ended with explosions and visions of Eddie.....While the band members stormed on stage like long haired warriors invading and looting some nighmarish Egyptian Palace.
My home position on the stage was the Bassist. And I was close enough up in the ceiling to see not just my target, but the huge video screen which showed the show live. So every now and then I got to see up close, the bassist posing and gesturing out into the crowd. Like his Fender Precision bass was a Squad Automatic weapon. While the singer led the faithful in this evil dark communion. Running along ramparts around the band and getting the crowd to do huge crowd waves. Sing the songs of the faithful and chant again MAIDEN!!!! MAIDEN!!!! MAIDEN!!!! til they were all sweaty and hourse.
The strike was huge crew of almost 80 Who swarmed the stage the minute the show was over. We were loaded out without issue before the bars closed. So I got to have last call downtown with a few drunken MAIDEN fans who, when they found out I was working the show that night. Did the, "WE're NOT Worthy!!!!" routine and filled my glass with their High Test Malt Liquor....
I love my Job.....
Thank the gods of the earth I'm back at work....
And it was a huge show... 7 trucks + hanging lights, video and P.A. for Iron Maiden. I'm not a fan but I have to admit they are awesome. No half measures. Full on, Fcuk you ROCK AND ROLL The show took me back to 1985. My brother was a huge fan for a few years. Due to all his cool friends being into it, and the great pop horror record albums that appeal to teens. Before we all got into highbrow horror industrial music like Skinny Puppy.
56 points articulated trussing. Tonnes of Fog, smoke and Pyro, Huge Articulated Eddie creatures. Backdrops and Bruce Dickenson's costume changes that could rival any large opera production. This Is IRON MAIDEN
Of course the show is only as extreme as the audience and they were animals. As I warmed up the spotlight and sat down to wait for the main event. I couldn't help note how fanatical the audience was. Streams of tight jeaned, white sneakered IRON MAIDEN fans in all manner of Cut off sleeved IRON MAIDEN Shirts and baseball caps filled the coliseum. And as the main event came closer the MAIDEN fans got ever restless. Sporadically chanting MAIDEN! MAIDEN!! MAIDEN!!! While a few IRON MAIDEN Bizerker fans. ( probably drunk on High Test Malt liquor ) Tested the resolve of Security to throw them out of the mosh pit even before the bands arrival....
Dennis hit the coliseum house lights... and a huge cheer of the faithful reached ear piercing levels. As the video played stock footage of the IRON MAIDEN Air Force One landing at some airports and the show loading in. While the LD in the headset I was wearing was screaming out our standbys over all the fans cheering every tiny movement on the darkened stage. The video ended with explosions and visions of Eddie.....While the band members stormed on stage like long haired warriors invading and looting some nighmarish Egyptian Palace.
My home position on the stage was the Bassist. And I was close enough up in the ceiling to see not just my target, but the huge video screen which showed the show live. So every now and then I got to see up close, the bassist posing and gesturing out into the crowd. Like his Fender Precision bass was a Squad Automatic weapon. While the singer led the faithful in this evil dark communion. Running along ramparts around the band and getting the crowd to do huge crowd waves. Sing the songs of the faithful and chant again MAIDEN!!!! MAIDEN!!!! MAIDEN!!!! til they were all sweaty and hourse.
The strike was huge crew of almost 80 Who swarmed the stage the minute the show was over. We were loaded out without issue before the bars closed. So I got to have last call downtown with a few drunken MAIDEN fans who, when they found out I was working the show that night. Did the, "WE're NOT Worthy!!!!" routine and filled my glass with their High Test Malt Liquor....
I love my Job.....
A Journal Entry Almost Entirely Concerned About Sex
The worse thing about being a workaholic and being on Workers Comp is:
I'm bored out of my mind......
As I'm male, single, and bored my thoughts are of course for the most part governed by sex. In fact this past week, the thoughts of sex are kind of overbearing. Or rather the thoughts.... coupled with the fact that I'm perpetually single without a job that I can use to hide thoughts of the thoughts of sex in, is kind of overbearing.
When I was seeing a woman and I wasn't busy. I had the ability to focus those thoughts on a particular woman. I miss that. Finishing work at a late hour and going over to the GF's place. Sliding into bed, after a night of loading out some Heavy rock show. Feeling all male, pumped and work dirty. Waking her up for some randy, late night /early morning sex. It was a win/win situation really.
I'd get some fantastic shut eye after a round of sex. While she'd get up in the morning. All glowing and beautiful after several 3am to 6am orgasms. To find I written " I love you" on the bathroom mirror, in her lipstick, before falling back to sleep.
I Miss eating late night pussy.... really that's my real fantasy. Going down on a beautiful woman for about half and hour or so. Looking up at them from between their thighs, as they writhe away. Pursing their lips and moan so quietly in warm, wet, ecstasy. As I'm licking away.
Sliding my hand up her body to breasts. Placing my hand on her chest and pushing down firmly enough that I can feel the pounding of her heart. And try to lick in time as she comes.... Thats the best moment during sex for me. I'm a giver I admit.
The later pneumatic thrusting part is actually kind of boring and requires alot of work on my part. taking a woman, as the ones I've been with for the most part are so passive. And I have to be super aroused by the moment to be the dominate " throw her over like a grill cake and do her again" kind of guy. I think that's why I find the dominant girls at sincity so interesting.
Not because I want to be whipped as a kink. I just like the idea of a woman who likes to actively participate in sex. At least in some way. As opposed to the women I know, who talk to me about it all the time as my friends. But, put up the " We're just friends" shields when I think it's a indicator of interest in my possible participation.
That's one of the huge pluses of working in the field I do. I get to be around Beautiful women ( actresses,singers, dancers, the like ) But, be focused on working, The busy worker guy. Right in the exact place and way that girls like to watch guys. But, be a tech monk. Especially on rock shows.
It tends to put me in a wonderful place. There but not desperate. That one step above audience voyeurs in the pecking order. I get to enjoy thease beautiful women 's loveliness on a higher plain. And those thoughts of sex don't stray into my head.
Unless I'm alone...Like I am... when I'm not working..... And wondering how much my car is going to set me back.
The worse thing about being a workaholic and being on Workers Comp is:
I'm bored out of my mind......
As I'm male, single, and bored my thoughts are of course for the most part governed by sex. In fact this past week, the thoughts of sex are kind of overbearing. Or rather the thoughts.... coupled with the fact that I'm perpetually single without a job that I can use to hide thoughts of the thoughts of sex in, is kind of overbearing.
When I was seeing a woman and I wasn't busy. I had the ability to focus those thoughts on a particular woman. I miss that. Finishing work at a late hour and going over to the GF's place. Sliding into bed, after a night of loading out some Heavy rock show. Feeling all male, pumped and work dirty. Waking her up for some randy, late night /early morning sex. It was a win/win situation really.
I'd get some fantastic shut eye after a round of sex. While she'd get up in the morning. All glowing and beautiful after several 3am to 6am orgasms. To find I written " I love you" on the bathroom mirror, in her lipstick, before falling back to sleep.
I Miss eating late night pussy.... really that's my real fantasy. Going down on a beautiful woman for about half and hour or so. Looking up at them from between their thighs, as they writhe away. Pursing their lips and moan so quietly in warm, wet, ecstasy. As I'm licking away.
Sliding my hand up her body to breasts. Placing my hand on her chest and pushing down firmly enough that I can feel the pounding of her heart. And try to lick in time as she comes.... Thats the best moment during sex for me. I'm a giver I admit.
The later pneumatic thrusting part is actually kind of boring and requires alot of work on my part. taking a woman, as the ones I've been with for the most part are so passive. And I have to be super aroused by the moment to be the dominate " throw her over like a grill cake and do her again" kind of guy. I think that's why I find the dominant girls at sincity so interesting.
Not because I want to be whipped as a kink. I just like the idea of a woman who likes to actively participate in sex. At least in some way. As opposed to the women I know, who talk to me about it all the time as my friends. But, put up the " We're just friends" shields when I think it's a indicator of interest in my possible participation.
That's one of the huge pluses of working in the field I do. I get to be around Beautiful women ( actresses,singers, dancers, the like ) But, be focused on working, The busy worker guy. Right in the exact place and way that girls like to watch guys. But, be a tech monk. Especially on rock shows.
It tends to put me in a wonderful place. There but not desperate. That one step above audience voyeurs in the pecking order. I get to enjoy thease beautiful women 's loveliness on a higher plain. And those thoughts of sex don't stray into my head.
Unless I'm alone...Like I am... when I'm not working..... And wondering how much my car is going to set me back.
I Can feel It Coming In The Air.....
Well, the tattoos on hold.....
My sweet mistress ( see above ) needs some TLC. I thought the first day back on Saturday would be OK. A quick 4 hour set up of Mars Volta. But she's sprung a leak all over the parking lot. And Kino need brakes. That I knew. And as they did that, they realized she needs a new gas tank too. Which that's all in total setting me back a nice, clean, German Autohaus bill of 1500.00 bucks.
If I don't have crazy ass girlfriends.....I have a High Maintenance Auto mobile.
Plus I went to the docs... and my regular doctor is like, "The calf's still swollen....You can't work." Putting me back on WCB til the end of the week. And he's like what are those moles. Lets get those while we're at it. So I'm back on the meds, and trying to do dispatching.
Meanwhile the show I could have worked next week is now going to be huge and the Company hasn't fixed it's lift. ( the one I've been sending emails about for a year since Negotiations. Not that that's my problem. But, calling guys I feel like the Captain on the landing crafts in, "Saving Private Ryan" yelling at guys to jump out of the boat and into the charnel house. I'm the roster Rep. So I have to be the big bad Communist union guy. And call Worksafe if the company asks the guys to use the lift.
OK I'm over dramatizing. But, when I work.... I work in Theatre.
I'm damned and determined to still go on a in vacation This summer. But that means dipping into the real get my Mortgage savings. I'm so tired of waiting for that one other special girl. With who I can travel with. So, come hell or high water I'm making a date for NYC when I'm all healed up. Even if all I do is sit at a bar on Broadway, alone, and pretend I work in real theatre.
After all this shit, I deserve it.
Well, the tattoos on hold.....
My sweet mistress ( see above ) needs some TLC. I thought the first day back on Saturday would be OK. A quick 4 hour set up of Mars Volta. But she's sprung a leak all over the parking lot. And Kino need brakes. That I knew. And as they did that, they realized she needs a new gas tank too. Which that's all in total setting me back a nice, clean, German Autohaus bill of 1500.00 bucks.
If I don't have crazy ass girlfriends.....I have a High Maintenance Auto mobile.
Plus I went to the docs... and my regular doctor is like, "The calf's still swollen....You can't work." Putting me back on WCB til the end of the week. And he's like what are those moles. Lets get those while we're at it. So I'm back on the meds, and trying to do dispatching.
Meanwhile the show I could have worked next week is now going to be huge and the Company hasn't fixed it's lift. ( the one I've been sending emails about for a year since Negotiations. Not that that's my problem. But, calling guys I feel like the Captain on the landing crafts in, "Saving Private Ryan" yelling at guys to jump out of the boat and into the charnel house. I'm the roster Rep. So I have to be the big bad Communist union guy. And call Worksafe if the company asks the guys to use the lift.
OK I'm over dramatizing. But, when I work.... I work in Theatre.
I'm damned and determined to still go on a in vacation This summer. But that means dipping into the real get my Mortgage savings. I'm so tired of waiting for that one other special girl. With who I can travel with. So, come hell or high water I'm making a date for NYC when I'm all healed up. Even if all I do is sit at a bar on Broadway, alone, and pretend I work in real theatre.
After all this shit, I deserve it.
The Grass Is ALWAYS Greener...
Well, I'm off the cane.. walking straight. Working the hills around the city. I still carry it with me just in case though.
Made my tattoo consultation appointment. ( I really don't get Tattoo places. They have thease cute receptionists. no problem there, most of them have had ink done. But I book my consultation through them. Not the artist, which seems strange. As I hand over all my artwork ideas. I find myself wondering if I haven't communicated enough. ) It looks like I won't get this tattoo before my birthday. But, I want the guy to do a good job so I'm willing to wait.
The cane thing has prompted some weird responses, from people I know. Some people don't like injuries, alot. A few kind of seem to avoid the issue. And also me as a result. I still like the fact that it stops pan-handers from asking my for money. And it also prompts conversations as well.
I was at a local MLA candidate announcement when I ran into a GF of a work friend of mine. He's always out on the road with some real touring monsters. So, except for the slow Xmas season, I on most days run into her more often than him.
She's a very lovely ex-groupie type girl who's found her touring guy and is all settled down. She had her spat of dating musicians and being burnt. And found that roadies are more manogamistic by nature. As we crew tend to be hucking the gear after the show. While the musos are fucking the local girls.
Megan was a model when we first met at some club or bar. And once, years ago when we were both in our 20's ( my late / her early) I got the opportunity to see her photos. We went for coffee that day, while she was in between picking up stray couch surfing Guitarists. And my GF was strangely off with a " Movie Friend"
I remember that day very clearly. Checking out her portfolio, full of nude shots while she sat beside me at a coffee shop. And told me of never wanting to be in love again. Later that day, I was still looking at her photos and telling her how lovely she was. And to not worry about finding love. While she'd just finished pouring her heart out to me about another asshole Gibson player. And was at that moment, resting her head right on my lap.
As I was sadly still with my evil, slutty X at the time and I was doing my very best, pointless, Dumb Nice Boyfriend routine. The one I'm usually far too good at. I was continuing to look at the portfolio, full of artsy B&W nude photos of her. Trying really hard not indicate to the back of this pretty girls head. How much I wanted at the moment to ravish her lovely, slim, big boobed body right there on the sofa. ( knowing later how proliferate my X was at sleeping around on me, with her "Movie Friend" I should have, damned the torpedos, given into my one chance, hot slinky model lying on my sofa moment.) And sleeping with her has been a bit of a fantasy ever since.
Not that this happened when we ran into each other the other day. Even though she still looks in her early thirties, like a young, dark haired Laura Dern. Only with big hazel brown eyes that make always makes me think of night swiming in summer.
Once again we sat at a coffee shop and we updated each other. Megan wants kids, and my friend the roadie is complaining about the having to perform on cue, when she's primed, for this particular demand. I know him. He wants to still tour. But, the idea of a wife with kids means the end of all that. Right when he's starting to regularly get out of bad Canadian tours. And on all the big shows, with the big paychecks and world touring possibilities.
But, still looking at her. All I can remember is that one summer day long ago when she laid her head on my lap and thanked me for listening. And what I really wanted then was exactly the same thing I want now. Some lovely girl who wants stuff like that with me. My friend has the best of both worlds. He's touring the world. With a dutiful, and beautiful lady at home, and all he has to do is help her have a baby. What's so hard about that....
He gets several things every day that I will never have. To make love to this woman. And know what sex without condoms with her is like.
I'm terribly envious......
Well, I'm off the cane.. walking straight. Working the hills around the city. I still carry it with me just in case though.
Made my tattoo consultation appointment. ( I really don't get Tattoo places. They have thease cute receptionists. no problem there, most of them have had ink done. But I book my consultation through them. Not the artist, which seems strange. As I hand over all my artwork ideas. I find myself wondering if I haven't communicated enough. ) It looks like I won't get this tattoo before my birthday. But, I want the guy to do a good job so I'm willing to wait.
The cane thing has prompted some weird responses, from people I know. Some people don't like injuries, alot. A few kind of seem to avoid the issue. And also me as a result. I still like the fact that it stops pan-handers from asking my for money. And it also prompts conversations as well.
I was at a local MLA candidate announcement when I ran into a GF of a work friend of mine. He's always out on the road with some real touring monsters. So, except for the slow Xmas season, I on most days run into her more often than him.
She's a very lovely ex-groupie type girl who's found her touring guy and is all settled down. She had her spat of dating musicians and being burnt. And found that roadies are more manogamistic by nature. As we crew tend to be hucking the gear after the show. While the musos are fucking the local girls.
Megan was a model when we first met at some club or bar. And once, years ago when we were both in our 20's ( my late / her early) I got the opportunity to see her photos. We went for coffee that day, while she was in between picking up stray couch surfing Guitarists. And my GF was strangely off with a " Movie Friend"
I remember that day very clearly. Checking out her portfolio, full of nude shots while she sat beside me at a coffee shop. And told me of never wanting to be in love again. Later that day, I was still looking at her photos and telling her how lovely she was. And to not worry about finding love. While she'd just finished pouring her heart out to me about another asshole Gibson player. And was at that moment, resting her head right on my lap.
As I was sadly still with my evil, slutty X at the time and I was doing my very best, pointless, Dumb Nice Boyfriend routine. The one I'm usually far too good at. I was continuing to look at the portfolio, full of artsy B&W nude photos of her. Trying really hard not indicate to the back of this pretty girls head. How much I wanted at the moment to ravish her lovely, slim, big boobed body right there on the sofa. ( knowing later how proliferate my X was at sleeping around on me, with her "Movie Friend" I should have, damned the torpedos, given into my one chance, hot slinky model lying on my sofa moment.) And sleeping with her has been a bit of a fantasy ever since.
Not that this happened when we ran into each other the other day. Even though she still looks in her early thirties, like a young, dark haired Laura Dern. Only with big hazel brown eyes that make always makes me think of night swiming in summer.
Once again we sat at a coffee shop and we updated each other. Megan wants kids, and my friend the roadie is complaining about the having to perform on cue, when she's primed, for this particular demand. I know him. He wants to still tour. But, the idea of a wife with kids means the end of all that. Right when he's starting to regularly get out of bad Canadian tours. And on all the big shows, with the big paychecks and world touring possibilities.
But, still looking at her. All I can remember is that one summer day long ago when she laid her head on my lap and thanked me for listening. And what I really wanted then was exactly the same thing I want now. Some lovely girl who wants stuff like that with me. My friend has the best of both worlds. He's touring the world. With a dutiful, and beautiful lady at home, and all he has to do is help her have a baby. What's so hard about that....
He gets several things every day that I will never have. To make love to this woman. And know what sex without condoms with her is like.
I'm terribly envious......
The Idea....
I like tattoos.....I love them on women..... A girl with ink is so much more interesting than one without. Plus, it's a chatting possibility. As I have never smoked I can't do the, " Have you got a light " routine.
So I told a lot of people this last year I was going to get a tattoo. It 's sort of a 40th birthday present. And for a whole year I looked and thought of all thease designs. Celtic ones ( which are kind of overdone... And I'm not really celtic. - my brother has one -of his many tattoos - is a celtic knot. It's terrible. And he had it covered up. )
I looked at japanese style... and the japanese stuff I like is really intricate and big. I think you need a real handle on the art form to ask for it right, and get a result your happy with, as a patron. Then I looked at really bold Germanic style runes for inspiration. That's the family background and I've always like the gothic darkness of german runes. Plus, I don't see it alot. So it would be different.
But, all the casual exploration of that imagery led me to site upon site of Neo - nazi Skin head web sites and Jewish anti- defamation league, watch dog sites. Damn those Nazi's!!!! Why did they have to have such a sexy imagery catalog. I mean, when a guy gets a tattoo there's this wish to have something strong and edgy. Show off part of that tough guy persona. But, I don't want to come across as some crazy, genocidal, hill billy, race monger.
So right now I'm looking at the above image and taking the gemini symbol with the stars. And then finding an artist who can render it in that raised, wild, cubist graffiti art style. with an electrical hazard symbol ( which is a gemini connected symbol for communication and power ) through the centre of it.
I assume most people have good reasons for why they want something inked forever on their bodies. At least I would hope they do. Something sacred to them. Me, I'm a gemini. I was born when this particular symbol was being used as a beacon of science and technology doing something bold and positive. After the end of the last word war. The romance of space exploration was pushing boundaries and making man think of the earth as a whole being. Fragile and blue. And as I was a little kid. right before Star Wars ruined the idea of space as a human adventure. ( and made it a toy market...) We all dreamed innocent dreams of escaping the bonds of earth. And exploring the heavens.
So now I need to search thru graffiti images to give the artist an idea of how I want to manipulate the greek symbol. The alley of vancouver are festooned with images. And I have all the time right now to explore.
I like tattoos.....I love them on women..... A girl with ink is so much more interesting than one without. Plus, it's a chatting possibility. As I have never smoked I can't do the, " Have you got a light " routine.
So I told a lot of people this last year I was going to get a tattoo. It 's sort of a 40th birthday present. And for a whole year I looked and thought of all thease designs. Celtic ones ( which are kind of overdone... And I'm not really celtic. - my brother has one -of his many tattoos - is a celtic knot. It's terrible. And he had it covered up. )
I looked at japanese style... and the japanese stuff I like is really intricate and big. I think you need a real handle on the art form to ask for it right, and get a result your happy with, as a patron. Then I looked at really bold Germanic style runes for inspiration. That's the family background and I've always like the gothic darkness of german runes. Plus, I don't see it alot. So it would be different.
But, all the casual exploration of that imagery led me to site upon site of Neo - nazi Skin head web sites and Jewish anti- defamation league, watch dog sites. Damn those Nazi's!!!! Why did they have to have such a sexy imagery catalog. I mean, when a guy gets a tattoo there's this wish to have something strong and edgy. Show off part of that tough guy persona. But, I don't want to come across as some crazy, genocidal, hill billy, race monger.
So right now I'm looking at the above image and taking the gemini symbol with the stars. And then finding an artist who can render it in that raised, wild, cubist graffiti art style. with an electrical hazard symbol ( which is a gemini connected symbol for communication and power ) through the centre of it.
I assume most people have good reasons for why they want something inked forever on their bodies. At least I would hope they do. Something sacred to them. Me, I'm a gemini. I was born when this particular symbol was being used as a beacon of science and technology doing something bold and positive. After the end of the last word war. The romance of space exploration was pushing boundaries and making man think of the earth as a whole being. Fragile and blue. And as I was a little kid. right before Star Wars ruined the idea of space as a human adventure. ( and made it a toy market...) We all dreamed innocent dreams of escaping the bonds of earth. And exploring the heavens.
So now I need to search thru graffiti images to give the artist an idea of how I want to manipulate the greek symbol. The alley of vancouver are festooned with images. And I have all the time right now to explore.
