You know, I should just devote journal entries to this site, instead of livejournal because livejournal doesn't supply enough eye candy.
Anyway, I'm in a very hip hop slammin' kind of mood. Listening to "It Ain't Hard To Tell" by Nas. I forgot how much I loved this song. Reminds me when I ran into Common at Bed Bath and Beyond in Studio City. Weird place to see him.
If any of you who made a comment in my last journal entry, I did place a comment in there...in case anyone gives a fizuck.
Onto my night last night. I get to The Wiltern with Sarah at about 6:00pm. These people who are so psycho to sit in these hot temperatures in line since early morning are...um...psycho. But I'm not much of a fan of standing in a tight crowd of sweaty people pushing their way on top of me. Yeah. Call it agoraphobia or my distain for strangers pushing into me...whatever...can't stand it.
I run into my friend Peter in line. I got my ticket from him so he received payment. I then run into my fucking ex roommate in line! For those of you who don't know, I moved out of there two months ago. He was the type of guy who smoked pot too much and was inconsiderate in the fact that the smell makes me nauseous and that he would eat my food and drink my alcyhol. So it was a little weird seeing him. Of course, Sarah had no problem in making conversation with him.
We didn't get in until about 7:30pm. The really did improve the Wiltern since the last time I was there. We headed to the second platform and stood there, holding our spot. After a drink, this godawful excuse for a band called "The Killers" hit the stage. I stood there, wondering why oh why has there suddenly been all these Strokes and White Stripes ripoffs and how the fuck did they get record contracts? Talk about capitalizing on the present trend. This lead singer was wearing these tight jeans and a blazer and walked around with this attitude that he was god's gift to everything. What's worse, he sang with a British accent and wasn't fucking british! After a half hour, they were done...thank god!
Then Jed The Fish came out. I have never seen him that close up and boy is he a dork! Not like that's a bad thing. I do think he needs to get a hair cut. He said a few things and then the curtains closed. We stood for another 30 minutes and waited. I looked around at all the people who could pull off the rockabilly look and the many others who failed miserably at it.
At 8:55, the curtains opened and the stage was dark for about five minutes while this weird recording, intro to the show was playing. Morrissey then came out with the band, wearing a red blazer with those flowers sticking out of his crotch. I have never seen Morrissey live. I like the music alot, but some of these fans are FREAKS! I saw my friend Peter crowd surf several times and he ate shit every time. He went down head first during the encore. It was funny. What's more funny is the amount of fights that broke out between these greasers. I just find it amusing how fights break out at a concert playing such mellow music.
So here's the playlist, for anyone who cares....
1. The First of The Gang To Die
2. Hairdresser On Fire
3. The Headmaster Ritual
4. Jack The Ripper (one of my favorites)
5. Don;t Make Fun Of Daddy's Voice
6. How Could Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel?
7. The World Is Full Of Crashing Bores
8. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
9. Such A Little Thing Makes Such a Big Difference
10. I Know It's Gonna Happen Someday
11. No One Can Hold A Candle To You
12. I'm Not Sorry
13. Subway Train (intro...) into Everyday Is Like Sunday
At this point, I saw this scary guy who was practically walking on people's heads over the crowd and leaped onto the stage and proceeded to tackle Morrissey. I was surprised by his stamina and agility! He was removed quickly.
14. All The Lazy Dykes
15. Irish Blood, English Heart
They then left the stage and after a brief period of ear bleeding screaming and stomping, they return.
Encore: Shoplifters of The World Unite and Take Over. (another favorite of mine)
This was when I saw Peter go down from crowd surfing head first. These people were going nuts!
It was a good show. I saw some stripper looking type sitting on someone's shoulders, flashing morrissey her tits and he wasn't phased by it. Just another sign that the man isn't a fan of the ladies!
Ok...that's about it. Not much has been going on today. Being unemployed is kind of depressing. I don't know if my commercial is still airing. I hope it is. I need to keep receiving this thing called MONEY!
I'm going to go try and write.
Aaron OUT!
Anyway, I'm in a very hip hop slammin' kind of mood. Listening to "It Ain't Hard To Tell" by Nas. I forgot how much I loved this song. Reminds me when I ran into Common at Bed Bath and Beyond in Studio City. Weird place to see him.
If any of you who made a comment in my last journal entry, I did place a comment in there...in case anyone gives a fizuck.
Onto my night last night. I get to The Wiltern with Sarah at about 6:00pm. These people who are so psycho to sit in these hot temperatures in line since early morning are...um...psycho. But I'm not much of a fan of standing in a tight crowd of sweaty people pushing their way on top of me. Yeah. Call it agoraphobia or my distain for strangers pushing into me...whatever...can't stand it.
I run into my friend Peter in line. I got my ticket from him so he received payment. I then run into my fucking ex roommate in line! For those of you who don't know, I moved out of there two months ago. He was the type of guy who smoked pot too much and was inconsiderate in the fact that the smell makes me nauseous and that he would eat my food and drink my alcyhol. So it was a little weird seeing him. Of course, Sarah had no problem in making conversation with him.
We didn't get in until about 7:30pm. The really did improve the Wiltern since the last time I was there. We headed to the second platform and stood there, holding our spot. After a drink, this godawful excuse for a band called "The Killers" hit the stage. I stood there, wondering why oh why has there suddenly been all these Strokes and White Stripes ripoffs and how the fuck did they get record contracts? Talk about capitalizing on the present trend. This lead singer was wearing these tight jeans and a blazer and walked around with this attitude that he was god's gift to everything. What's worse, he sang with a British accent and wasn't fucking british! After a half hour, they were done...thank god!
Then Jed The Fish came out. I have never seen him that close up and boy is he a dork! Not like that's a bad thing. I do think he needs to get a hair cut. He said a few things and then the curtains closed. We stood for another 30 minutes and waited. I looked around at all the people who could pull off the rockabilly look and the many others who failed miserably at it.
At 8:55, the curtains opened and the stage was dark for about five minutes while this weird recording, intro to the show was playing. Morrissey then came out with the band, wearing a red blazer with those flowers sticking out of his crotch. I have never seen Morrissey live. I like the music alot, but some of these fans are FREAKS! I saw my friend Peter crowd surf several times and he ate shit every time. He went down head first during the encore. It was funny. What's more funny is the amount of fights that broke out between these greasers. I just find it amusing how fights break out at a concert playing such mellow music.
So here's the playlist, for anyone who cares....
1. The First of The Gang To Die
2. Hairdresser On Fire
3. The Headmaster Ritual
4. Jack The Ripper (one of my favorites)
5. Don;t Make Fun Of Daddy's Voice
6. How Could Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel?
7. The World Is Full Of Crashing Bores
8. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
9. Such A Little Thing Makes Such a Big Difference
10. I Know It's Gonna Happen Someday
11. No One Can Hold A Candle To You
12. I'm Not Sorry
13. Subway Train (intro...) into Everyday Is Like Sunday
At this point, I saw this scary guy who was practically walking on people's heads over the crowd and leaped onto the stage and proceeded to tackle Morrissey. I was surprised by his stamina and agility! He was removed quickly.
14. All The Lazy Dykes
15. Irish Blood, English Heart
They then left the stage and after a brief period of ear bleeding screaming and stomping, they return.
Encore: Shoplifters of The World Unite and Take Over. (another favorite of mine)
This was when I saw Peter go down from crowd surfing head first. These people were going nuts!
It was a good show. I saw some stripper looking type sitting on someone's shoulders, flashing morrissey her tits and he wasn't phased by it. Just another sign that the man isn't a fan of the ladies!
Ok...that's about it. Not much has been going on today. Being unemployed is kind of depressing. I don't know if my commercial is still airing. I hope it is. I need to keep receiving this thing called MONEY!
I'm going to go try and write.
Aaron OUT!
"shut the fuck up bitch, eat a dick bitch, eat a bowl of shit bitch."
in the same song the girl was acting as if she was talking to Kurupt, and she all like, No way, you aint stick that thing up my ass... that shit looks Ferocious.
Man sometimes that shit is good. WE were listening to Roots, then some bubble gum punk band and then Biggy at work today. So I got my black on.
Anyways I'll see you tomorrow?
And I don't know yet, fucker!