evan dando was mediocre. but thats why i like him so much. pissghetti and i met some cool girl who was also a good conversationalist and hot, and i think she liked him so i was content to smoke my kools. they were out of lucky strikes. if you own a bar, and are going to sell kools, you should be required to sell 40oz of OE.
got to bed around 2.30. woke up already 30 minutes late for work. (i dont remember turning my alarm off.) get to work, and have more work to do than usual. proceed to work 9 hours with no break because i was behind all day. didn't mind it at all. don't know why.
chose straws with pissghetti and boyfucker last night. i win. i get the big room with access to the back porch and a shower room for much sexin and etc etc. can't wait to move in. need to remember to purchase a medallion and extra chest hair.
i think i am becoming a buddhist, but i don't want to read all those stupid books. i think i'll just watch alot of asian porn and watch the girls forget. porn seems to be the only real connection between the two cultures, anyways. maybe there is another, but i don't wanna draw long lines that zig zag. thats complicated and shit.
fuck i am tired. and tommorow i get to work in the rain. and the next day, i get to go to a friend's wedding in the rain. and stay sober. and drive back the same day. because i really don't want to be around those people anymore. except for my friend the marrying guy. he's ok because: 1) he isn't totally fucking loaded 2) he has no trust fund and 3) he can hammer a nail in a board in 2 hits (which is actually pretty impressive).
i'm thinking of going to the fake tan place 10 times until i am orange. then i'm gonna wear plain white t-shirts with the sleeves halfassed rolled up. my medallion will give me powers over blonde chicks with fake boobs in buckhead.
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(review:
mediocre.
this is the only time I will use that word in a good way.
the show was mediocre. mediocre crowd, mediocre opening acts, and mediocre cigarettes (they only had Kools at the bar).
Evan played approximately 300 songs in 1 hour and 15 minutes. It was very similar to a Ramones show, except that there were really really hot girls there with clunky glasses, and no electric guitars. He stood alone on the stage doing his best Willie Nelson impression with an old beat up mid-sized guitar made for a teenage girl in Wisconson and played many songs quite fast. After every song, he looked down at the set list duct-taped to the top of said guitar. Sometimes he stomped on the ground with his forefoot in a tribute to Neil Young. At one point he turned around and talked to a nonexistent drummer and told him to "pick it up." Then he jammed out with the nonexistent rhythm guitar player.
He finished around the time I found a space on the wall to lean on. Then he returned to play a rather rockin' version of Hannah and Gabi and inform us that he "has a theory about rock shows...rock shows shouldn't last more than an hour and fifteen minutes....sorry guys. but I like money, so buy my shit." Then he showed us pictures of his wife and sister, and we all heckled him and told him how much we wanted to fuck them for 10 bucks, etc etc. Evan is really cool. I wish I was him.
(and he played Stove. I love that song.)
got to bed around 2.30. woke up already 30 minutes late for work. (i dont remember turning my alarm off.) get to work, and have more work to do than usual. proceed to work 9 hours with no break because i was behind all day. didn't mind it at all. don't know why.
chose straws with pissghetti and boyfucker last night. i win. i get the big room with access to the back porch and a shower room for much sexin and etc etc. can't wait to move in. need to remember to purchase a medallion and extra chest hair.
i think i am becoming a buddhist, but i don't want to read all those stupid books. i think i'll just watch alot of asian porn and watch the girls forget. porn seems to be the only real connection between the two cultures, anyways. maybe there is another, but i don't wanna draw long lines that zig zag. thats complicated and shit.
fuck i am tired. and tommorow i get to work in the rain. and the next day, i get to go to a friend's wedding in the rain. and stay sober. and drive back the same day. because i really don't want to be around those people anymore. except for my friend the marrying guy. he's ok because: 1) he isn't totally fucking loaded 2) he has no trust fund and 3) he can hammer a nail in a board in 2 hits (which is actually pretty impressive).
i'm thinking of going to the fake tan place 10 times until i am orange. then i'm gonna wear plain white t-shirts with the sleeves halfassed rolled up. my medallion will give me powers over blonde chicks with fake boobs in buckhead.
end transmission.
(review:
mediocre.
this is the only time I will use that word in a good way.
the show was mediocre. mediocre crowd, mediocre opening acts, and mediocre cigarettes (they only had Kools at the bar).
Evan played approximately 300 songs in 1 hour and 15 minutes. It was very similar to a Ramones show, except that there were really really hot girls there with clunky glasses, and no electric guitars. He stood alone on the stage doing his best Willie Nelson impression with an old beat up mid-sized guitar made for a teenage girl in Wisconson and played many songs quite fast. After every song, he looked down at the set list duct-taped to the top of said guitar. Sometimes he stomped on the ground with his forefoot in a tribute to Neil Young. At one point he turned around and talked to a nonexistent drummer and told him to "pick it up." Then he jammed out with the nonexistent rhythm guitar player.
He finished around the time I found a space on the wall to lean on. Then he returned to play a rather rockin' version of Hannah and Gabi and inform us that he "has a theory about rock shows...rock shows shouldn't last more than an hour and fifteen minutes....sorry guys. but I like money, so buy my shit." Then he showed us pictures of his wife and sister, and we all heckled him and told him how much we wanted to fuck them for 10 bucks, etc etc. Evan is really cool. I wish I was him.
(and he played Stove. I love that song.)
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I think you need to start getting all oranged-up for the tubing trip.