jonathan wants to get drunk. i want to hang out and see what happens. we meet up with tony at the wreck room. we hang and listen to the featured artist for this fwac acoustic monday. she has a great voice and does an amazing cover of "with or without you". to me it sounds like a perfect backdrop to a breakup scene where the boy tries to find answers at the local dive.
we decide to go to the blackdog to check out some "punk rock" bands. i am picturing some emo kids with their breakdowns and stars.
we enter the black dog, tony first, me, than jonathan, to a wall of noise being created by three white boys. no bass, all treble. jc would have loved. maybe not, i never can tell anymore. they didn't have a singer and constantly changed instruments. i didn't get it. it all soundeds like noise to me. i can appreciate the fact that they wrote this and are getting it out there. i am just more into songs these days. i enjoy well written songs.
another band set up as the other was playing. these folks were from boston. the singer was a skinny spastic kid sporting a mavs t-shirt. he reminded me of my friend matt from chicago. matts nickname was eff. he got this nickname from the kids in his neighborhood after his dog was run over by a city bus. his dogs name was eff. i guess the asshole kids from his neighborhood thought it was funny to name him after his dead dog. i sure as hell did. anyway, the only thing i really liked about this band was the drummer. he played dogs like a horse running from a rattlesnake.
the scene was ok. lots of skinny, white kids with no ass standing around drinking cheap beer and looking unimpressed by anything. i was hoping a fight might break out. to my dissapointment there was not even a pit.
there were girls. there are always girls. my roomate was there. she introduced me to a friend of hers that looked like a punk rock version of johnny depps girlfriend in " nightmare on elm street". you know the one that gets dragged all over the cieling? nice. there was a girl there but i don't want to talk about/to her. to qoute rhett, " it gets so complicated.". most of the girls were there to see their boyfriends play. the others headed next door.
the only thing i want to say about the last band is this: their drummer made the greatest faces. he would get these gigantic smiles on his face that would melt to a confused state then to orgasmic back to a huge smile. it made me think about losing my virginity.
after saying bye to bsides jonathan and i took off for fuzzys. we had fish tacos on the brain. after taking the longest way possible we came to a closed fuzzys. so we went to old south. old south never dissapoints. well, one dissapointment, they don't have hashbrowns.
on the way in i held the door for some young kids. one kid said to me," nice plugs.". i said,"thanks dude.". the looked, and acted, like they were in their teens. skinny kids, no ass.
our hostess was a crosseyed lady with a crooked smile. of course she was pregnant. she was a sweetheart though. she talked dylan and i loved her for the rest of the night. and she was quik as well. snappy as hell. a character you never seem to meet in the daylight.
the real action was in the corner of the smoking section which, of course, we were seated in. a skinny, white trash type girl sporting a mid riff bearing shirt and tight shortd. a hippy type with dirty ish hair and sandals. my guess is he hasn't done alot of drugs and had a few different collections. there was a heavy set woman that was in her mid-late 30s sitting around in her sweatsuit. a longhair with a neatly trimmed goatee, a black, button up shirt, and sandals. you know the type, "i won't cut my hair for anyone!" and, finally, their ring leader. a bald dude, about 50-70 pounds overwieght, wearins some kind of grey shirt. it looked like a button up but there were no buttons. he looked like a cult figure. he had a sloppy grin smeared on his face. we couldn't hear anything they talked about. we could only guess. of course one of them had their crutches proped againt a table. i predicted a lifetime of accidents for these kids.
it only took jonathan about 5 minutes to explain how he wanted his food to sarah,our waitress.and then he started swearing in front of her. i can't remember why. it was some joke that she was in on as well.
the heat, loud music, smoke, alcohol (smell), and lingering wet paint smell of the black dog got to me. i got a headache. and a tummy ache. i think i got the tummy ache from too much popcorn from the dollar theater.
snowcones anyone?
daddy loves you.
clean and sober.
we decide to go to the blackdog to check out some "punk rock" bands. i am picturing some emo kids with their breakdowns and stars.
we enter the black dog, tony first, me, than jonathan, to a wall of noise being created by three white boys. no bass, all treble. jc would have loved. maybe not, i never can tell anymore. they didn't have a singer and constantly changed instruments. i didn't get it. it all soundeds like noise to me. i can appreciate the fact that they wrote this and are getting it out there. i am just more into songs these days. i enjoy well written songs.
another band set up as the other was playing. these folks were from boston. the singer was a skinny spastic kid sporting a mavs t-shirt. he reminded me of my friend matt from chicago. matts nickname was eff. he got this nickname from the kids in his neighborhood after his dog was run over by a city bus. his dogs name was eff. i guess the asshole kids from his neighborhood thought it was funny to name him after his dead dog. i sure as hell did. anyway, the only thing i really liked about this band was the drummer. he played dogs like a horse running from a rattlesnake.
the scene was ok. lots of skinny, white kids with no ass standing around drinking cheap beer and looking unimpressed by anything. i was hoping a fight might break out. to my dissapointment there was not even a pit.
there were girls. there are always girls. my roomate was there. she introduced me to a friend of hers that looked like a punk rock version of johnny depps girlfriend in " nightmare on elm street". you know the one that gets dragged all over the cieling? nice. there was a girl there but i don't want to talk about/to her. to qoute rhett, " it gets so complicated.". most of the girls were there to see their boyfriends play. the others headed next door.
the only thing i want to say about the last band is this: their drummer made the greatest faces. he would get these gigantic smiles on his face that would melt to a confused state then to orgasmic back to a huge smile. it made me think about losing my virginity.
after saying bye to bsides jonathan and i took off for fuzzys. we had fish tacos on the brain. after taking the longest way possible we came to a closed fuzzys. so we went to old south. old south never dissapoints. well, one dissapointment, they don't have hashbrowns.
on the way in i held the door for some young kids. one kid said to me," nice plugs.". i said,"thanks dude.". the looked, and acted, like they were in their teens. skinny kids, no ass.
our hostess was a crosseyed lady with a crooked smile. of course she was pregnant. she was a sweetheart though. she talked dylan and i loved her for the rest of the night. and she was quik as well. snappy as hell. a character you never seem to meet in the daylight.
the real action was in the corner of the smoking section which, of course, we were seated in. a skinny, white trash type girl sporting a mid riff bearing shirt and tight shortd. a hippy type with dirty ish hair and sandals. my guess is he hasn't done alot of drugs and had a few different collections. there was a heavy set woman that was in her mid-late 30s sitting around in her sweatsuit. a longhair with a neatly trimmed goatee, a black, button up shirt, and sandals. you know the type, "i won't cut my hair for anyone!" and, finally, their ring leader. a bald dude, about 50-70 pounds overwieght, wearins some kind of grey shirt. it looked like a button up but there were no buttons. he looked like a cult figure. he had a sloppy grin smeared on his face. we couldn't hear anything they talked about. we could only guess. of course one of them had their crutches proped againt a table. i predicted a lifetime of accidents for these kids.
it only took jonathan about 5 minutes to explain how he wanted his food to sarah,our waitress.and then he started swearing in front of her. i can't remember why. it was some joke that she was in on as well.
the heat, loud music, smoke, alcohol (smell), and lingering wet paint smell of the black dog got to me. i got a headache. and a tummy ache. i think i got the tummy ache from too much popcorn from the dollar theater.
snowcones anyone?
daddy loves you.
clean and sober.
i love you
that was entertaining.