Culture Shock...ahem, I mean Vulture Cock (no seriously, that's the name of it).....where do I begin in talking about my 3 day weekend.
Pratt Institute:
We take the Path to the A train to the G train to wait for 45 minutes before finally leaving Pratt, since we got there late and it was full and Liz wandered off to talk to friends and Alex's friend John wandered off to buy 40's with some punk rock kids. But we sang stupid songs the entire time as a huge crowd, lotta one hit wonders and mid 90s pop/rock songs, which was cool. Wasn't a total bust, I mean they locked the doors on us after silly drunk kids tried to bum rush the doorway to get in, but we all hung out and talked...
and we sang along to the entire Postal Service album on the ride to Hoboken. Alex's friend is a jerk, which is why I got along with him.
Oh yeah, I'm starting a band with Al, Lauren, Joe from home (gentleman I saw the burlesque show with)....Chinese Stars meets Mariachi band with hardcore breakdowns. I shall sing and play any easy funny ass instrument. Perhaps a Jew's Harp. Took us all weekend to decide on a name...ready?
Stefanie Does Ace of Base.
Ok, the premise is an episode of Full House, where Stefanie gets a girl band together to do an Ace of Base cover ("I Saw the Sign") at a talent show being put on by Uncle Jesse. They do not practice like they should and sound like terrible noise at the show. If they had played for the right crowd, however, they would have been considered "avant garde" and had nods of approval. The life lesson learned here? Don't practice!
We get back to school rather late, but we still stay up, go to a party at an apartment on campus, walk into the woods and smoke a nice big bowl together, Lauren, Alex and I. John and Liz stayed at the party. Then Lauren and I did a little mess around.
Well, everyone skipped class the next day, it being a Friday, and so we drive off to Hoboken in my car to pick up Joe, and the car starts to overheat. I pull over, pour some water in the coolant container and away we go no problem. ]
We got lost like woah on the way to SUNY Purchase....
But when we got there, goddamn it was a good time. Carnival food galore, we sat on the grass near the stage, went through packs of cigarettes and water like crazy, along with zeppoles, cotton candy, candy apple, you name it. Saturday came the deep fried Oreos....
But back to Friday.
Saw Daniel Johnston, Thurston Moore, some underground hip hop, a salsa group, all kinds of crazy shit. Joe wasn't very happy, it seemed, because he wanted to get fucked up and none of us did. And he wasn't very social either with any of my school friends.... But no matter, saw tons of great music, munched a lot. Then Pandemonium showed up and the fun ensued. Went to the diner afterwards, ate some real food. Went to bed at 5, due to the fact that since Joe was not inebriated, all he wanted to do was talk...and talk...and talk... especially about the awkward conversation with this kid we all rag on. Finally, Joseph gets in on the inside jokes.
Saturday was better, we get there early (noon) bring a blanket this time and cash, along with food with us...but we still gorge on carnival food there. Saw Pig Destroyer and of course fucking CHINESE STARS! who are now one of my favorite bands ever, took mad pictures. Extreme Elvis was hilarious, imagine a very overweight Elvis impersonator doing whippets, drinking whiskey, singing "Suspicious Eyes" while naked, and then urinating on himself while lying on the ground. I'm serious.
After that I got tired and bored, but Blonde Redhead were great as usual and Mates of State were pretty good. Oh wait, I can't be forgetting Robotnicka, some fucking awesome French electric indie band.
Bought a sleeveless T from their merch which I don't have right now because it's in my car...which is in Jersey City...in the parking lot of a service station...after the car overheated again at 12:30 at night in Hoboken...where when Al and I go to walk to the gas station to try and get coolant, they come and ignore the girls' pleas to call AAA to get it towed and instead call a tow truck themselves...who tows me...for $160 dollars. As we're waiting for big bro to pick us up, Lauren and I are holding each other standing next to Liz and AL when some yuppie creep passing by goes "What, are you posing for a picture?" At this point my face has been red with anger for the past hour, so as he passes I yell back "Yeah we are, get in it real quick!" and he gets scared and walks faster. Tame? By most standards yes, but that was my lashing out to a stranger.
So my older bro gives us a ride home, and everyone in the car is scared of him, mainly because he's 38.
We get back alright, and smoke a bowl. I figure I needed it after that. Then watch Tron while stoned and I record it all on a microcassette recorder. It's even funnier today than last night. I can't put it down.
Work dragged like a mofo today.
Left the radio show early.
5:30 am and i'm one page into my 4-5 page paper due this afternoon. Hooray!
Crossed paths with Iggy at Vulture Cock and everyone on the blanket, including Lauren, all agreed....hot damn! Unfortunately she ran off before in depth conversation.
End Notes: The tow truck guy looked like the guy from the Goonies only he blasted classic rock radio and spoke with a heavy ass accent, I think Eastern European. I couldnt understand shit.
Next time I see Chinese Stars, I have to hit on the lead singer, a flamboyant gay man in his 30s as part of an agreement.
Girls with red tail boas rock.
Scored a 187 on a scene point tabulation test. Liz got 246.
Lotta cute kids at Purchase, I must say. the Karen O haircuts were abundant on Friday, but it's so overdone now. Sheesh...
Then again, I rocked the aviators.
*End of transmission*
Pratt Institute:
We take the Path to the A train to the G train to wait for 45 minutes before finally leaving Pratt, since we got there late and it was full and Liz wandered off to talk to friends and Alex's friend John wandered off to buy 40's with some punk rock kids. But we sang stupid songs the entire time as a huge crowd, lotta one hit wonders and mid 90s pop/rock songs, which was cool. Wasn't a total bust, I mean they locked the doors on us after silly drunk kids tried to bum rush the doorway to get in, but we all hung out and talked...
and we sang along to the entire Postal Service album on the ride to Hoboken. Alex's friend is a jerk, which is why I got along with him.
Oh yeah, I'm starting a band with Al, Lauren, Joe from home (gentleman I saw the burlesque show with)....Chinese Stars meets Mariachi band with hardcore breakdowns. I shall sing and play any easy funny ass instrument. Perhaps a Jew's Harp. Took us all weekend to decide on a name...ready?
Stefanie Does Ace of Base.
Ok, the premise is an episode of Full House, where Stefanie gets a girl band together to do an Ace of Base cover ("I Saw the Sign") at a talent show being put on by Uncle Jesse. They do not practice like they should and sound like terrible noise at the show. If they had played for the right crowd, however, they would have been considered "avant garde" and had nods of approval. The life lesson learned here? Don't practice!
We get back to school rather late, but we still stay up, go to a party at an apartment on campus, walk into the woods and smoke a nice big bowl together, Lauren, Alex and I. John and Liz stayed at the party. Then Lauren and I did a little mess around.
Well, everyone skipped class the next day, it being a Friday, and so we drive off to Hoboken in my car to pick up Joe, and the car starts to overheat. I pull over, pour some water in the coolant container and away we go no problem. ]
We got lost like woah on the way to SUNY Purchase....
But when we got there, goddamn it was a good time. Carnival food galore, we sat on the grass near the stage, went through packs of cigarettes and water like crazy, along with zeppoles, cotton candy, candy apple, you name it. Saturday came the deep fried Oreos....
But back to Friday.
Saw Daniel Johnston, Thurston Moore, some underground hip hop, a salsa group, all kinds of crazy shit. Joe wasn't very happy, it seemed, because he wanted to get fucked up and none of us did. And he wasn't very social either with any of my school friends.... But no matter, saw tons of great music, munched a lot. Then Pandemonium showed up and the fun ensued. Went to the diner afterwards, ate some real food. Went to bed at 5, due to the fact that since Joe was not inebriated, all he wanted to do was talk...and talk...and talk... especially about the awkward conversation with this kid we all rag on. Finally, Joseph gets in on the inside jokes.
Saturday was better, we get there early (noon) bring a blanket this time and cash, along with food with us...but we still gorge on carnival food there. Saw Pig Destroyer and of course fucking CHINESE STARS! who are now one of my favorite bands ever, took mad pictures. Extreme Elvis was hilarious, imagine a very overweight Elvis impersonator doing whippets, drinking whiskey, singing "Suspicious Eyes" while naked, and then urinating on himself while lying on the ground. I'm serious.
After that I got tired and bored, but Blonde Redhead were great as usual and Mates of State were pretty good. Oh wait, I can't be forgetting Robotnicka, some fucking awesome French electric indie band.
Bought a sleeveless T from their merch which I don't have right now because it's in my car...which is in Jersey City...in the parking lot of a service station...after the car overheated again at 12:30 at night in Hoboken...where when Al and I go to walk to the gas station to try and get coolant, they come and ignore the girls' pleas to call AAA to get it towed and instead call a tow truck themselves...who tows me...for $160 dollars. As we're waiting for big bro to pick us up, Lauren and I are holding each other standing next to Liz and AL when some yuppie creep passing by goes "What, are you posing for a picture?" At this point my face has been red with anger for the past hour, so as he passes I yell back "Yeah we are, get in it real quick!" and he gets scared and walks faster. Tame? By most standards yes, but that was my lashing out to a stranger.
So my older bro gives us a ride home, and everyone in the car is scared of him, mainly because he's 38.
We get back alright, and smoke a bowl. I figure I needed it after that. Then watch Tron while stoned and I record it all on a microcassette recorder. It's even funnier today than last night. I can't put it down.
Work dragged like a mofo today.
Left the radio show early.
5:30 am and i'm one page into my 4-5 page paper due this afternoon. Hooray!
Crossed paths with Iggy at Vulture Cock and everyone on the blanket, including Lauren, all agreed....hot damn! Unfortunately she ran off before in depth conversation.
End Notes: The tow truck guy looked like the guy from the Goonies only he blasted classic rock radio and spoke with a heavy ass accent, I think Eastern European. I couldnt understand shit.
Next time I see Chinese Stars, I have to hit on the lead singer, a flamboyant gay man in his 30s as part of an agreement.
Girls with red tail boas rock.
Scored a 187 on a scene point tabulation test. Liz got 246.
Lotta cute kids at Purchase, I must say. the Karen O haircuts were abundant on Friday, but it's so overdone now. Sheesh...
Then again, I rocked the aviators.
*End of transmission*
nyghtwish:
wow, I am MUCH too lazy to read all that. But I did skim over something about 5:30 am and papers due...that's pretty much how I feel right now. Except it's still 11:00 pm but, well, I like sleep. So I might pick that over writing a paper. Hmm.