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It ain't no easy life but it pays pretty good, keeps her out of the cold/it ain't no easy life, but it's silver and gold.
61. Bivouac--Tuber
62. Bivouac--Full Size Boy***1***
This band is named after a Jawbreaker song. I never really got into Jawbreaker, but I like Bivouac. Decent early 90's rock. The little acoustic number "Deadend Friend" will continue to make the cut for mixtapes for quite some time. That's all I have to say about that.
Ryan Adams was incredible last night. Downright scarily good. Drunk as shit, dressed in the same outfit (and I mean the exact same) he wore on Lettermen last week. His band is top notch--they turned the softness ***2*** of Gold into this rollicking rock stuff. Aside from a three minute section where he started to think he might be Van Morrison incarnate***3***, and a terribly bad song called "Desire" that he dedicated to "the most beautiful Canadian woman on the planet" aka Alanis Morrisette***4***his new girlfriend. After the finale of "New York, New York", he came out for the encore and said "Hey, is it cool with you if I play some stuff by myself?" and everyone was like "Aw Fuck yeah!" and he played three songs during which not one fucking peep came from the audience. Elliott Smith never shut up a crowd with such ease. Ryan Adams has the kind of voice that all men wish they could have. Part Jagger part Springsteen part Elton John part Alex Chilton. He knocked me out, seriously. Played for about 2 hours, only stuff from his albums except for the aforementioned new song and a Hank Williams cover. So great, hope to see him again soon.
Six things that happened at or around the time of the Ryan Adams Concert at Park West in Chicago aka the best place to see live music since Straightleggedkick stopped practicing in Marcie's bedroom above Shanigans: a list:
1. Ryan and I went to the Art Institute. Aside from a little problem of finding a place to park which was solved easily and quickly, and the fact that it was raining and Ryan just colored her hair***5***, this was a complete success. One sidenote: art students are fucking pretentious boobs, for the most part. There was the one girl that was touring with her professor, and she kept saying these completely asinine things like "The way the painting is spaced makes me think the artist might have had familial issues" and wore the outfit of all pretentious boob art students***6*** including high heels and an oddly fitting skirt/sweater combo, her hair bobbed in the fashion of Bobs***7***. Ryan caught her in mid-thought looking at this exhibit of African art, her hand on her chin like she was a fucking Roman statue and shit.
2. The Park West is one hell of a venue. Sitting down and having a perfect view and perfect sound and no drunks around you trying to push your legs out of the way so they can see...it's nice for once.
3. There were four men in the audience dressed exactly like, and having the exact same hair color and style of, Ryan Adams. Why they came to one of his shows dressed like this is beyond me. Maybe they wanted people to think they were him.
4. Ryan fell asleep at the bar down the street from Park West. They had dollar bottles, and we were way early, so I sat and watched the God Damn cardinals. She slept. It was kinda funny, actually, after I got used to it. I imagined the bartender thinking we were speed freaks who just wanted a warm, dry, well lit place to wait out our pusher, and got a laugh.
5. The Ben and Jerry's next door had a sign that said "CLOSED DUE TO A FIRE".
6. Ryan Adams knows how to handle a crowd. At one point he asked "Hey, how many of you have eaten dinner?" and when half the crowd cheered he responded "the rest of us are getting fucking drunk!". A bunch of drunken thirty somethings held together by a drunken 25 year old from north carolina. Only in america.
All in all, a day to remember. A day for the ages. A day to live in infamy.
Next five: "Ice Cube" by clem snide; "styrofoam plates" by death cab for cutie; "We laugh indoors" by death cab for cutie****8**; "goodnight hollywood boulevard" by ryan adams; and "I miss 19 cos that was the last time Marcie got some" by lois lane featuring Nate Dogg and Dustin Diamond.
In the stereo: clem snide.
***1***This link will get you to a site on G.I.Joes. Funny stuff.
***2***As Ryan would say, the "sissyness".
***3***Van Morrison would eat him alive, with uncooked potatoes and a pint of Guinness.
***4***At that point, Ryan turned to me and said, "I'm not Canadian!". She was joking.
***5***This really great looking dark color, nearer to black than brown, but not quite either.
***6***From here on out, PBAS.
***7***But not Bob's.
***8***As Ryan said "they sure do like saying Gwenovier"..
It ain't no easy life but it pays pretty good, keeps her out of the cold/it ain't no easy life, but it's silver and gold.
61. Bivouac--Tuber
62. Bivouac--Full Size Boy***1***
This band is named after a Jawbreaker song. I never really got into Jawbreaker, but I like Bivouac. Decent early 90's rock. The little acoustic number "Deadend Friend" will continue to make the cut for mixtapes for quite some time. That's all I have to say about that.
Ryan Adams was incredible last night. Downright scarily good. Drunk as shit, dressed in the same outfit (and I mean the exact same) he wore on Lettermen last week. His band is top notch--they turned the softness ***2*** of Gold into this rollicking rock stuff. Aside from a three minute section where he started to think he might be Van Morrison incarnate***3***, and a terribly bad song called "Desire" that he dedicated to "the most beautiful Canadian woman on the planet" aka Alanis Morrisette***4***his new girlfriend. After the finale of "New York, New York", he came out for the encore and said "Hey, is it cool with you if I play some stuff by myself?" and everyone was like "Aw Fuck yeah!" and he played three songs during which not one fucking peep came from the audience. Elliott Smith never shut up a crowd with such ease. Ryan Adams has the kind of voice that all men wish they could have. Part Jagger part Springsteen part Elton John part Alex Chilton. He knocked me out, seriously. Played for about 2 hours, only stuff from his albums except for the aforementioned new song and a Hank Williams cover. So great, hope to see him again soon.
Six things that happened at or around the time of the Ryan Adams Concert at Park West in Chicago aka the best place to see live music since Straightleggedkick stopped practicing in Marcie's bedroom above Shanigans: a list:
1. Ryan and I went to the Art Institute. Aside from a little problem of finding a place to park which was solved easily and quickly, and the fact that it was raining and Ryan just colored her hair***5***, this was a complete success. One sidenote: art students are fucking pretentious boobs, for the most part. There was the one girl that was touring with her professor, and she kept saying these completely asinine things like "The way the painting is spaced makes me think the artist might have had familial issues" and wore the outfit of all pretentious boob art students***6*** including high heels and an oddly fitting skirt/sweater combo, her hair bobbed in the fashion of Bobs***7***. Ryan caught her in mid-thought looking at this exhibit of African art, her hand on her chin like she was a fucking Roman statue and shit.
2. The Park West is one hell of a venue. Sitting down and having a perfect view and perfect sound and no drunks around you trying to push your legs out of the way so they can see...it's nice for once.
3. There were four men in the audience dressed exactly like, and having the exact same hair color and style of, Ryan Adams. Why they came to one of his shows dressed like this is beyond me. Maybe they wanted people to think they were him.
4. Ryan fell asleep at the bar down the street from Park West. They had dollar bottles, and we were way early, so I sat and watched the God Damn cardinals. She slept. It was kinda funny, actually, after I got used to it. I imagined the bartender thinking we were speed freaks who just wanted a warm, dry, well lit place to wait out our pusher, and got a laugh.
5. The Ben and Jerry's next door had a sign that said "CLOSED DUE TO A FIRE".
6. Ryan Adams knows how to handle a crowd. At one point he asked "Hey, how many of you have eaten dinner?" and when half the crowd cheered he responded "the rest of us are getting fucking drunk!". A bunch of drunken thirty somethings held together by a drunken 25 year old from north carolina. Only in america.
All in all, a day to remember. A day for the ages. A day to live in infamy.
Next five: "Ice Cube" by clem snide; "styrofoam plates" by death cab for cutie; "We laugh indoors" by death cab for cutie****8**; "goodnight hollywood boulevard" by ryan adams; and "I miss 19 cos that was the last time Marcie got some" by lois lane featuring Nate Dogg and Dustin Diamond.
In the stereo: clem snide.
***1***This link will get you to a site on G.I.Joes. Funny stuff.
***2***As Ryan would say, the "sissyness".
***3***Van Morrison would eat him alive, with uncooked potatoes and a pint of Guinness.
***4***At that point, Ryan turned to me and said, "I'm not Canadian!". She was joking.
***5***This really great looking dark color, nearer to black than brown, but not quite either.
***6***From here on out, PBAS.
***7***But not Bob's.
***8***As Ryan said "they sure do like saying Gwenovier"..
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