I dont feel like writing about how pissed off I am about this whole Coldplay buzz show nonsense at the Fillmore and how despite timing my internet ticketmaster request with a fucking atomic clock so that I was logged in to buy tickets milliseconds after they went on sale but still came up empty because all the goddam tickets were earmarked for industry insiders and fuckers-in-the-loop so that an erstwhile fan like myself who forced himself up early (along with several friends, laptops-in hand) Sunday morning for the express purpose of getting into the freaking show was still nose-to-screen-to-no fucking way-on-a-sold out-screen embarrassingly empty-handed. Im not going to write about it.
I dont even like Coldplay that much.
Ill tell you what I do like. Kung Fu Hustle. Made all the better because I slept through half of that shitty Hitchhikers Guide movie two days earlier. And Snow Patrol. Theyre not bad either. Theyre one of those bands that you dont actually consider until youre actually listening to them and then youre all, Oh yeah. These guys are a bit of alright. They played some new songs at a show at The Empire (which puts new bite in the pretentious atmosphere of a town that was and should stay beer-soaked and old school; God bless Old Ironsides) and they were, you know, a bit of alright.
I also really, really like buttery croissants filled with turkey and melted cheese at Java Beach with my morning coffee on a sunny Sunday morning. This past Sunday, however, we didnt get down to Judah and the Ocean until almost eleven, and the croissants all gone. This was never an issue when Atsukan and I met for a pre-run breakfast in the wee hours of a weekend morning. This time I was oh thats right waiting online to buy Coldplay tickets. That were never really on sale. I dont even like them that much. But fuck them anyway.
One more thing in the like column: getting uncomfortably close to people in coffee shops with my camera lens.
My girlfriend really, really hates ants. Which is, I think, a little curious. Ants are annoying, sure, but she gets really freaked out by them. Something to do with how numerous and persistent they can be. During a recent ant sighting and subsequent man-to-the-rescue quick-draw Raid routine, two things popped into my mind. The first, the late great Mitch Hedbergs ant farm (those lil fuckers didnt grow shit.) and one of my favorite books from my earlier days:
Im going to find a copy and reminisce. But I wont leave it around where others might see it. That would just be cruel. Kind of like offering up tickets for a show that would have been a lot of fun to see, but you never really intended to sell in the first place.
I dont really even like Coldplay that much. But it sure would have been cool to see them at The Fillmore.
I dont even like Coldplay that much.
Ill tell you what I do like. Kung Fu Hustle. Made all the better because I slept through half of that shitty Hitchhikers Guide movie two days earlier. And Snow Patrol. Theyre not bad either. Theyre one of those bands that you dont actually consider until youre actually listening to them and then youre all, Oh yeah. These guys are a bit of alright. They played some new songs at a show at The Empire (which puts new bite in the pretentious atmosphere of a town that was and should stay beer-soaked and old school; God bless Old Ironsides) and they were, you know, a bit of alright.
I also really, really like buttery croissants filled with turkey and melted cheese at Java Beach with my morning coffee on a sunny Sunday morning. This past Sunday, however, we didnt get down to Judah and the Ocean until almost eleven, and the croissants all gone. This was never an issue when Atsukan and I met for a pre-run breakfast in the wee hours of a weekend morning. This time I was oh thats right waiting online to buy Coldplay tickets. That were never really on sale. I dont even like them that much. But fuck them anyway.
One more thing in the like column: getting uncomfortably close to people in coffee shops with my camera lens.
My girlfriend really, really hates ants. Which is, I think, a little curious. Ants are annoying, sure, but she gets really freaked out by them. Something to do with how numerous and persistent they can be. During a recent ant sighting and subsequent man-to-the-rescue quick-draw Raid routine, two things popped into my mind. The first, the late great Mitch Hedbergs ant farm (those lil fuckers didnt grow shit.) and one of my favorite books from my earlier days:
Im going to find a copy and reminisce. But I wont leave it around where others might see it. That would just be cruel. Kind of like offering up tickets for a show that would have been a lot of fun to see, but you never really intended to sell in the first place.
I dont really even like Coldplay that much. But it sure would have been cool to see them at The Fillmore.
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stitchy:
i missed the bus today by 1 minute, saw it driving off. the next pacifica bus is not for a 1/2 hr later. so i decide to go across the street and sit in the bakery instead of inhaling fumes for breakfast. against my better judgement, i pick up the newspaper. right there staring me in the face, "Coldplays Intimate Fillmore Show - Worth Whatever Price You Whored Yourself Out For." my morning just worsened after reading that review. i cursed then felt yay big when i felt the rath of scowling mothers with children picking up birthday cake. i shoulda answered one of those craiglist ads, "have an extra coldplay tix, i need a date." I coulda just dissed the creep as soon as i got in, right? next. next time, i will pimp myself out. 
malloreigh:
I like that a lot. Taking pictures of everything you remember as a child... that's lovely!