ebb low... complicated day.
dude, on a high note, Motorhead with Corrosion of Conformity, April 08, 2005 - 8:00 PM, Main floor general admission tickets are $27.50, On Sale February 27, 2005 - 10:00AM, all ages? as an aside i guess they are offering reserrved balcony seats? i have never heard of that at the warfield? seating is so transient up there. the pit will be fragged. when i saw tricky there in '98 i sat up there in a soldout show. the sound kicked ass. his system fucked with your head. pretty colors too.
mm'k back to our reguarly scheduled moping, kvetching and rambling stream of semi conscious...
oj's last night.
there is a fabulous cover of cameo's word up. dreamy soul sistah version w/ a little island delivery. i love kusf... the group was called willis. number ten on their countdown on friday.
so anyways. marty the cook/chef/beligerant fire tender holds up my porterhouse across the restaurant and looks at me in askance. i love good times. i love when they know you and htey hook you up with the real from what is set aside from the others. my friend got one as well but for some reason his was a third smaller than mine.
i think he's got forty pouds on me without the tape worm. we had good times hanging out on the stoop, drinking beer and catching up. saw my old neighbor. she drove me batty being a psycho bitch and all but... all and all she is a hundred and ten percent sweety. hard to live next to but easy to hang out with. so well meaning and cute just prone to the deep end when the mood strikes.
we caught up and had a few laughs. she looks good which is better than before because the world was weighing her shoulders too much.
spaghetti and raviolis is the way to go. especially with porterhouse swimming in butter. as he held up my raw steak he shouted, are you gonna have salad??" with a nod he set my slab aside to marinade. marty takes care of me.
so the talk of making me a foreman is solidfying. we have a lot to discuss. it has been more abstract as the topic has come up by my boss but it seems to be gelling mor e and more. i don't know how much i like it but it means i will work more than others thru the year... i think. i have worked more this year than any other since joining the carpenters. what it really comes down to is not the responsibillity but the money. when the money shows up on my check then i will care. i have had the responsibility since the last ten months off and on.
but the bosser you get the dumber you are seen.
boss is a four letter word.
they promote the stupid because they don't know what else they can do with you.
too dumb to work too experienced to let go.
at least when i run work and handle it myself i have no one to blame but myself.
when i work behind myself it is really nice when it all works out. i know it is done right.
when i am surprised it is so fucked up i just can't imagine what i was thinking. the basic fact is i probably was not thinking.
the most important thing is to realize there is only one line on the tape that is 36 inches. there is no other line that is exactly like that one.
blah blah v blah....
tired. it is early. bed soon. long shower. work tomorrow, it is saturday.
aloha,
j
more about bars...
i love the juke box @ lucky thirteen but the crowd has gone ghetto gap, brads and old gravy. maybe just the days/nights that i have gone. it used to be a lot more ragged.
i have had a little more fun at the expansion down the way. both are far to me tho. it is almost as if to go that far i would prefer to go to zeitgeist.
i have always been a neighborhood bar kid. when i lived in the mission it started out as the 500 club, the latin american club, the chameleon then to the uptown and the i moved to jack's on 16th. i still go back to the uptown and the 500 club always has a good dark place in my heart. i miss the albion on rainy days.
when i lived in the filmore there was don's different ducks which was WAY RAD old neighborhood filmore on haight bar, it is a irish/ira bar now. i used to go the top when it was punk, had one bathroom with a door of warped plywood with ragged graffitti everywhere in sharpie. there was the corncob on divis which was chances and is now something else. i mostly hung out at the noc noc most weeknights for a couple of years then they was a major staff turn over and all my friends stopped working there. back before it was molotovs i used to go to the midtown but by the time it was molotovs we would just run across the street for shots from noc noc. they would save our stools and we would return to the place where there is no crowd. the front.
club charlston now the arrow was right there. a block and a half away. down the way was pow which has changed but i stopped going there years ago. it really is a shame that the canned the old man oh well.
i go to some bars every once and a while nowadays. dave's down on third has been my poison for years. it seems to be one of those places where i have been getting thrashed since '93... i spent ten months working in a building right around the corner where we started at 5am and got off at twelve thirty. off to dave's we would go and park for another eight hours and get our buzz on.
it don't get that far gone anymore tho nowadays. there is firm rebellion in work ethics of late it keeps me working for the same company instead of getting layed off like so many of my friends in other companies in the trade... the guy i used to go to dave's with all the time has been layed off more than four times from my company so he stopped coming back.
dude, on a high note, Motorhead with Corrosion of Conformity, April 08, 2005 - 8:00 PM, Main floor general admission tickets are $27.50, On Sale February 27, 2005 - 10:00AM, all ages? as an aside i guess they are offering reserrved balcony seats? i have never heard of that at the warfield? seating is so transient up there. the pit will be fragged. when i saw tricky there in '98 i sat up there in a soldout show. the sound kicked ass. his system fucked with your head. pretty colors too.
mm'k back to our reguarly scheduled moping, kvetching and rambling stream of semi conscious...
oj's last night.
there is a fabulous cover of cameo's word up. dreamy soul sistah version w/ a little island delivery. i love kusf... the group was called willis. number ten on their countdown on friday.
so anyways. marty the cook/chef/beligerant fire tender holds up my porterhouse across the restaurant and looks at me in askance. i love good times. i love when they know you and htey hook you up with the real from what is set aside from the others. my friend got one as well but for some reason his was a third smaller than mine.
i think he's got forty pouds on me without the tape worm. we had good times hanging out on the stoop, drinking beer and catching up. saw my old neighbor. she drove me batty being a psycho bitch and all but... all and all she is a hundred and ten percent sweety. hard to live next to but easy to hang out with. so well meaning and cute just prone to the deep end when the mood strikes.
we caught up and had a few laughs. she looks good which is better than before because the world was weighing her shoulders too much.
spaghetti and raviolis is the way to go. especially with porterhouse swimming in butter. as he held up my raw steak he shouted, are you gonna have salad??" with a nod he set my slab aside to marinade. marty takes care of me.
so the talk of making me a foreman is solidfying. we have a lot to discuss. it has been more abstract as the topic has come up by my boss but it seems to be gelling mor e and more. i don't know how much i like it but it means i will work more than others thru the year... i think. i have worked more this year than any other since joining the carpenters. what it really comes down to is not the responsibillity but the money. when the money shows up on my check then i will care. i have had the responsibility since the last ten months off and on.
but the bosser you get the dumber you are seen.
boss is a four letter word.
they promote the stupid because they don't know what else they can do with you.
too dumb to work too experienced to let go.
at least when i run work and handle it myself i have no one to blame but myself.
when i work behind myself it is really nice when it all works out. i know it is done right.
when i am surprised it is so fucked up i just can't imagine what i was thinking. the basic fact is i probably was not thinking.
the most important thing is to realize there is only one line on the tape that is 36 inches. there is no other line that is exactly like that one.
blah blah v blah....
tired. it is early. bed soon. long shower. work tomorrow, it is saturday.
aloha,
j
more about bars...
i love the juke box @ lucky thirteen but the crowd has gone ghetto gap, brads and old gravy. maybe just the days/nights that i have gone. it used to be a lot more ragged.
i have had a little more fun at the expansion down the way. both are far to me tho. it is almost as if to go that far i would prefer to go to zeitgeist.
i have always been a neighborhood bar kid. when i lived in the mission it started out as the 500 club, the latin american club, the chameleon then to the uptown and the i moved to jack's on 16th. i still go back to the uptown and the 500 club always has a good dark place in my heart. i miss the albion on rainy days.
when i lived in the filmore there was don's different ducks which was WAY RAD old neighborhood filmore on haight bar, it is a irish/ira bar now. i used to go the top when it was punk, had one bathroom with a door of warped plywood with ragged graffitti everywhere in sharpie. there was the corncob on divis which was chances and is now something else. i mostly hung out at the noc noc most weeknights for a couple of years then they was a major staff turn over and all my friends stopped working there. back before it was molotovs i used to go to the midtown but by the time it was molotovs we would just run across the street for shots from noc noc. they would save our stools and we would return to the place where there is no crowd. the front.
club charlston now the arrow was right there. a block and a half away. down the way was pow which has changed but i stopped going there years ago. it really is a shame that the canned the old man oh well.
i go to some bars every once and a while nowadays. dave's down on third has been my poison for years. it seems to be one of those places where i have been getting thrashed since '93... i spent ten months working in a building right around the corner where we started at 5am and got off at twelve thirty. off to dave's we would go and park for another eight hours and get our buzz on.
it don't get that far gone anymore tho nowadays. there is firm rebellion in work ethics of late it keeps me working for the same company instead of getting layed off like so many of my friends in other companies in the trade... the guy i used to go to dave's with all the time has been layed off more than four times from my company so he stopped coming back.
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dixxxon:
your so correct. the lucky 13 is getting increasingly lame. i used to go there all the time. last time i want, even the bartenders were complaining to us about all the jack-asses that go there now. i now live on the same block as 13 for the last 4 months and ive inly been there once. i now find my self at the 500 club more and more. i work 2 blocks from there. and there have PBR on tap! oh yeah, doesnt take much to make me happy.
jonnytrrrash7:
at a Voivod show i got to talk to Snake for a minute and at the end the drummer nodded at me as he went to the tourbus after the show......