Marc
Today's going _____. You fill in the blank. It doesn't much matter to me. Today is today. It started off well, I think. I was walking to my first class, at noon, when I was stopped by someone that gave me a compliment on the last Straight Legged Kick performance. That was nice. It was almost two months ago, but still, it was a very thoughtful thing to do. I think I've seen the guy around before, but I've never talked to him. He asked me when we were playing again, and I had to regretfully inform him that it would be when 'never' rolled around. Too bad.
We talked for a few seconds about the bands in this town, and how mostly it all goes under the radar. The kids love First Grade Crush, just as they should, but much beyond that its a mystery to me as to how you're supposed to get people to recognize you. This high school band, Halogen Blue, played the show held at ISU on Friday, and I'm guessing that they pulled in a majority of the crowd (ie - all the people that looked like they were fifteen years old). It makes you feel older than you should sometimes. Mostly, people around here, just like almost everywhere else, ignored us. Whatev. It's alright. You get used to it after a while.
Besides that, not much else to report. Ghostworld was fucking godawful. We actually shut it off a bit past the halfway point. It was one of those silly, slow moving, indie films that I was so used to watching about two or three years ago when I worked at the video store, but now I think they're mostly fucked. Thora Birch was so fucking unbearable to watch in it, and I thought I was under the impression that she was good, for some reason. I know I've been wrong before, I just can't remember when.
I'm still all about Pootie Tang. Could it be that the less I watch movies, the more banal I want them to be? No? Yes? I don't get it. I actually laughed during parts of The Princess Diaries when I watched it with the family in Hawaii. What the fuck? That's not right, is it?
I'm off to begin work on my argumentative essay on the "Never Do Anything Theory", conceived and used by my pal Luke. This is for a class. This is for credit. I begin by roaming through articles and novels to find support. And ---- I'm out.
Today's going _____. You fill in the blank. It doesn't much matter to me. Today is today. It started off well, I think. I was walking to my first class, at noon, when I was stopped by someone that gave me a compliment on the last Straight Legged Kick performance. That was nice. It was almost two months ago, but still, it was a very thoughtful thing to do. I think I've seen the guy around before, but I've never talked to him. He asked me when we were playing again, and I had to regretfully inform him that it would be when 'never' rolled around. Too bad.
We talked for a few seconds about the bands in this town, and how mostly it all goes under the radar. The kids love First Grade Crush, just as they should, but much beyond that its a mystery to me as to how you're supposed to get people to recognize you. This high school band, Halogen Blue, played the show held at ISU on Friday, and I'm guessing that they pulled in a majority of the crowd (ie - all the people that looked like they were fifteen years old). It makes you feel older than you should sometimes. Mostly, people around here, just like almost everywhere else, ignored us. Whatev. It's alright. You get used to it after a while.
Besides that, not much else to report. Ghostworld was fucking godawful. We actually shut it off a bit past the halfway point. It was one of those silly, slow moving, indie films that I was so used to watching about two or three years ago when I worked at the video store, but now I think they're mostly fucked. Thora Birch was so fucking unbearable to watch in it, and I thought I was under the impression that she was good, for some reason. I know I've been wrong before, I just can't remember when.
I'm still all about Pootie Tang. Could it be that the less I watch movies, the more banal I want them to be? No? Yes? I don't get it. I actually laughed during parts of The Princess Diaries when I watched it with the family in Hawaii. What the fuck? That's not right, is it?
I'm off to begin work on my argumentative essay on the "Never Do Anything Theory", conceived and used by my pal Luke. This is for a class. This is for credit. I begin by roaming through articles and novels to find support. And ---- I'm out.
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