Last night, I decided to take most of the old punk show flyers that I have amassed over the last 15 years down from my walls and ceiling . I kept a handful of album promo posters up, a few high quality flyers for the Cramps, The Amazing Royal Crowns, and the Specials, my collection of Adam Swinbourne drawn flyers, and my blacksploitation film posters up, and put the rest away. The posters are all rolled up and will be put in a tube once I find one thick enough, while the 8.5x11 and smaller flyers are going in a scrap book.
Im kind of amazed at some of the stuff I have. Theres a LES Stitches poster that I stole from the late, legendary Elvis Rooms bathroom advertising what may have been the last major punk show the club hosted, a flyer from the H2O show where I got my nose broken and eyeball scratched, the flyer for the first American Nightmare show ever, and the Ducky Boys/Unseen/Global Threat show in my friends backyard where the neighbors called the cops on us before the bands even started playing because we couldnt have been up to any good.
Its funny how easy it is to forget how much you hate your wall paper when you never see it. At some point this summer, I should really consider painting stripping the walls and repainting them. Its all but required when I move out of here anyway.
On a completely unrelated note, I just figured out the secret to instant miso soup. The instructions say combine soup mix with 8oz. boiling water and stir. If you put the mix into the bowl then add boiling water and stir it, you get a concoction that tastes like dirt and tofu soup. The secret (besides investing in a bucket of fermented bean curd and taking the time to make the real thing) is to put the miso soup mix on top of the boiling water so that it settles properly and tastes like cheap, watery miso. Fascinating.
Sunday I am seeing the Disasters, the Horrorpops, The Nekromantix, and The Business in Boston. Monday morning I am vanishing into the North Woods to hunt for Shoggoths and fly fish.
Can you tell Im having a bout of insomnia, bored and feeling chatty?
Im kind of amazed at some of the stuff I have. Theres a LES Stitches poster that I stole from the late, legendary Elvis Rooms bathroom advertising what may have been the last major punk show the club hosted, a flyer from the H2O show where I got my nose broken and eyeball scratched, the flyer for the first American Nightmare show ever, and the Ducky Boys/Unseen/Global Threat show in my friends backyard where the neighbors called the cops on us before the bands even started playing because we couldnt have been up to any good.
Its funny how easy it is to forget how much you hate your wall paper when you never see it. At some point this summer, I should really consider painting stripping the walls and repainting them. Its all but required when I move out of here anyway.
On a completely unrelated note, I just figured out the secret to instant miso soup. The instructions say combine soup mix with 8oz. boiling water and stir. If you put the mix into the bowl then add boiling water and stir it, you get a concoction that tastes like dirt and tofu soup. The secret (besides investing in a bucket of fermented bean curd and taking the time to make the real thing) is to put the miso soup mix on top of the boiling water so that it settles properly and tastes like cheap, watery miso. Fascinating.
Sunday I am seeing the Disasters, the Horrorpops, The Nekromantix, and The Business in Boston. Monday morning I am vanishing into the North Woods to hunt for Shoggoths and fly fish.
Can you tell Im having a bout of insomnia, bored and feeling chatty?