Marc
Summer Un-Employment Tour '02
I've been extremely active for a guy who just lost his job. No skulking over here, kiddies. Lots of hanging, and driving, and pretending like everything's going to be fine within the next few months. Reign of Fire exceeded my "shitty" movie limits. Omigod! It was terrible. Just ... absolutely horrificily bad. Imagine a dumb action movie with dragons, and no one's talking in a regular voice. They all sound like Clint Eastwood minus the wrinkles and the forcefullness. The action movie fans won't like it cause there's dragons and no real action movie hero/star. The fantasy geeks (ie - myself, kind of) won't like it cause they hardly show the stupid looking dragons (who had holes in their wings, by the way, which doesn't make any sense) and they'll hate the fact that everyone's talking so stupidly. It was, quite literally, the worst of both worlds. The only thing that saved that movie was the fact that I had really bad gas and was able to fart alot, and I sat next to Zook who hates! it when I fart, and he always gets upset when I do. But, I'm sure he'll hate that I'm going to write this, he farted later that night right next to my head, and I felt honored. Yeah.
The next night was recovery-time. No shit. Too much driving and drinking alone in Kansas. I stayed up until midnight on Monday and watched The Shining for the first time ever with my friend Lee Anne, who actually was the one that said we should watch it, but kept crawling underneath the pillows and cushions in the couch. It couldn't have been that scary. I fell asleep right before the end. I'm a tool.
Last night was The Hey Mercedes Machine, Inc. and Piebald at the Metro in Chicago. Hooked up with a shitload of people to go - including Scooter, Sean, and our old pal Jon - and it was a friggin' blast. We completely missed Koufax. Instead we opted for stomachaches at the hot dog stand across the street. Mmm ... stomachaches. Then we had the terrible misfortune of having to stand and watch Audio Learning Center. My god. Unbelievably fucking terrible. Rick called them "the musical equivalent of watching old people eat". He was so right.
Piebald fucking rocked. They looked like they were having a blast, which I've heard about them before. It's nice to see a band walk up on stage with no pretentiousness about them, and just go to town because it looks like they enjoy going to town. Hey May were fucking balls out. Absolutely incredible, and they even fucking played "Quit" live, which was a fucking killer move. It's got that killer ending on the album, but now that they've got a third guy on the mic for backups it just clicked. Unbelievable how awesome that song sounded last night.
That's why I can't wait to go to St. Louis tonight for the final installment of Summer Unemployment Tour '02. Matt somehow got us on the guest list for the Hey Mercedes/Piebald show at the Creepy Crawl. That's right. Two dudes. Two bands. No parents. I think I smell a two person party at Matt's parents' house later tonight. Break out the vodka. Bust out the rock. Let's break it down, babies. I'll let you know, hopefully tomorrow, how everything goes.
Summer Un-Employment Tour '02
I've been extremely active for a guy who just lost his job. No skulking over here, kiddies. Lots of hanging, and driving, and pretending like everything's going to be fine within the next few months. Reign of Fire exceeded my "shitty" movie limits. Omigod! It was terrible. Just ... absolutely horrificily bad. Imagine a dumb action movie with dragons, and no one's talking in a regular voice. They all sound like Clint Eastwood minus the wrinkles and the forcefullness. The action movie fans won't like it cause there's dragons and no real action movie hero/star. The fantasy geeks (ie - myself, kind of) won't like it cause they hardly show the stupid looking dragons (who had holes in their wings, by the way, which doesn't make any sense) and they'll hate the fact that everyone's talking so stupidly. It was, quite literally, the worst of both worlds. The only thing that saved that movie was the fact that I had really bad gas and was able to fart alot, and I sat next to Zook who hates! it when I fart, and he always gets upset when I do. But, I'm sure he'll hate that I'm going to write this, he farted later that night right next to my head, and I felt honored. Yeah.
The next night was recovery-time. No shit. Too much driving and drinking alone in Kansas. I stayed up until midnight on Monday and watched The Shining for the first time ever with my friend Lee Anne, who actually was the one that said we should watch it, but kept crawling underneath the pillows and cushions in the couch. It couldn't have been that scary. I fell asleep right before the end. I'm a tool.
Last night was The Hey Mercedes Machine, Inc. and Piebald at the Metro in Chicago. Hooked up with a shitload of people to go - including Scooter, Sean, and our old pal Jon - and it was a friggin' blast. We completely missed Koufax. Instead we opted for stomachaches at the hot dog stand across the street. Mmm ... stomachaches. Then we had the terrible misfortune of having to stand and watch Audio Learning Center. My god. Unbelievably fucking terrible. Rick called them "the musical equivalent of watching old people eat". He was so right.
Piebald fucking rocked. They looked like they were having a blast, which I've heard about them before. It's nice to see a band walk up on stage with no pretentiousness about them, and just go to town because it looks like they enjoy going to town. Hey May were fucking balls out. Absolutely incredible, and they even fucking played "Quit" live, which was a fucking killer move. It's got that killer ending on the album, but now that they've got a third guy on the mic for backups it just clicked. Unbelievable how awesome that song sounded last night.
That's why I can't wait to go to St. Louis tonight for the final installment of Summer Unemployment Tour '02. Matt somehow got us on the guest list for the Hey Mercedes/Piebald show at the Creepy Crawl. That's right. Two dudes. Two bands. No parents. I think I smell a two person party at Matt's parents' house later tonight. Break out the vodka. Bust out the rock. Let's break it down, babies. I'll let you know, hopefully tomorrow, how everything goes.
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