My cunning plan worked better this time than last time. The quality is still sub-par, but at least the result can be recognised, and that is a big improvement.
Got to see Mogwai for the second time in two nights-this time with Stephanie. The bands switched, so this time, Mogwai went on earlier, which was a blessing. Nothing against Trail of Dead (except their singer is a twat who is extremely proud of Being In a Band and he was therefore entitled to talk through the entire Mogwai show while his bass player was getting a blowjob in the bus), but I was really there to see Mogwai. The set list was as follows:
1. I Know You Are But What Am I?
2. Hunted By A Freak
3. Mogwai Fear Satan
4. You Don't Know Jesus
5. Take Me Somewhere Nice
6. Ratts of the Capitol
7. New Paths to Hellicon pt. 1
8. Christmas Steps
In a lot of ways, they're a one-trick band. Lush arpeggios, repeated over and over, building to a massive climax, and then a soft outro. But, damn, it's so gorgeous, you just can help be mesmerised by it. There was no pretention to their stage show, and when they fucked up, they just laughed instead of throwing a tantrum (although they were a little tired of broken guitar strings and giant insects by the end of the set). Fucking wonderful show.
The opening "act" was a couple of guys sitting in front of laptops, moving their mice occassionally, and mostly just sitting back, arms folded. Oh, and some guy tried to break dance on stage with them. I don't know if it was proper break dancing, but something was surely broken. Their attempt to start a mosh pit was one of the saddest things I have ever witnessed. The less said the better.
For the second night in a row, dinner and beers at Casino El Camino prior to the show. The burgers are a religious experience. Stephanie pointed out that, if I were to receive 100 compliments and one criticism, I'd be quick to take the criticism to heart and would try to duck the compliments (see this previous entry for a quote a plucked to express a similar sentiment). I can't argue that it isn't true, but the question is "why?" Insecurity, sure, there's some of that, but in part, it goes back to Mr. Ford in 6th grade. He may not have meant to, but he really knocked all the cockiness right out of me, or, at least, the outward signs of it. The cynical part of me thinks that, while people may say nice things, what they do carries much more weight, and I've been thoroughly conditioned to believe that compliments are often the result of insincerity at best, or guilt for having fucked me over at the worst. Dunno-I dont' think that subject is exhausted yet, but I won't get to the bottom of it tonight.
When doing the cheapie lunchies, tortillas have it all over ramen noodles. I can eat my tortillas with butter and salt and sriracha for months, but a week or too of ramen will just kill me. I'll literally get to the point where I can't eat anymore-I'll go without rather than have another packet-o-sodium.
Had a nasty shock this morning when I found that my rent check had gone bouncy on me. Dumb dumb dumb. I tried to be cute and count on them not depositing the check immediately. I even know how to ensure that it won't happen, but I wasn't thinking. Grrrrr-that's so embarrassing.
I woke up considering cancelling my therapy session this weekend. I've got a lot of options as to how to play the coming weekend, and I'm not sure I can block off an hour on Saturday for it. Gonna have to play this one by ear.
Got to see Mogwai for the second time in two nights-this time with Stephanie. The bands switched, so this time, Mogwai went on earlier, which was a blessing. Nothing against Trail of Dead (except their singer is a twat who is extremely proud of Being In a Band and he was therefore entitled to talk through the entire Mogwai show while his bass player was getting a blowjob in the bus), but I was really there to see Mogwai. The set list was as follows:
1. I Know You Are But What Am I?
2. Hunted By A Freak
3. Mogwai Fear Satan
4. You Don't Know Jesus
5. Take Me Somewhere Nice
6. Ratts of the Capitol
7. New Paths to Hellicon pt. 1
8. Christmas Steps
In a lot of ways, they're a one-trick band. Lush arpeggios, repeated over and over, building to a massive climax, and then a soft outro. But, damn, it's so gorgeous, you just can help be mesmerised by it. There was no pretention to their stage show, and when they fucked up, they just laughed instead of throwing a tantrum (although they were a little tired of broken guitar strings and giant insects by the end of the set). Fucking wonderful show.
The opening "act" was a couple of guys sitting in front of laptops, moving their mice occassionally, and mostly just sitting back, arms folded. Oh, and some guy tried to break dance on stage with them. I don't know if it was proper break dancing, but something was surely broken. Their attempt to start a mosh pit was one of the saddest things I have ever witnessed. The less said the better.
For the second night in a row, dinner and beers at Casino El Camino prior to the show. The burgers are a religious experience. Stephanie pointed out that, if I were to receive 100 compliments and one criticism, I'd be quick to take the criticism to heart and would try to duck the compliments (see this previous entry for a quote a plucked to express a similar sentiment). I can't argue that it isn't true, but the question is "why?" Insecurity, sure, there's some of that, but in part, it goes back to Mr. Ford in 6th grade. He may not have meant to, but he really knocked all the cockiness right out of me, or, at least, the outward signs of it. The cynical part of me thinks that, while people may say nice things, what they do carries much more weight, and I've been thoroughly conditioned to believe that compliments are often the result of insincerity at best, or guilt for having fucked me over at the worst. Dunno-I dont' think that subject is exhausted yet, but I won't get to the bottom of it tonight.
When doing the cheapie lunchies, tortillas have it all over ramen noodles. I can eat my tortillas with butter and salt and sriracha for months, but a week or too of ramen will just kill me. I'll literally get to the point where I can't eat anymore-I'll go without rather than have another packet-o-sodium.
Had a nasty shock this morning when I found that my rent check had gone bouncy on me. Dumb dumb dumb. I tried to be cute and count on them not depositing the check immediately. I even know how to ensure that it won't happen, but I wasn't thinking. Grrrrr-that's so embarrassing.
I woke up considering cancelling my therapy session this weekend. I've got a lot of options as to how to play the coming weekend, and I'm not sure I can block off an hour on Saturday for it. Gonna have to play this one by ear.