So sad to wake up this time...it's hours later and I have to get this down before I forget. My dream:
You guys know how I'm homeless in a few days and just going to crash around until I go on tour and so be it right? I just had my first dream about it and of course, somehow I'm in Portland (oh yeah, some reason I open my eyebook and Siren's page is up, guess it makes sense). So I'm in Portland and somehow I meet someone that lives w/Siren. She doesn't go by her real name, which is odd to me but I think it's cool. So basically I find myself taking a class at a school where, don'tcha know it, everyone from the house goes. It's weird, nerveracking to be the "old guy on campus" or whatever, the sound of school, of hyperactivitity unchecked (go world) rattles my brain and I cut out, check out the place w/my new friends. I share a room w/a dude, who I can't remember but is probably played by some face from around here. Wearing a riding cap that's in vogue around here for about 2 more miliseconds. I hang out at the place a lot, there's a lot of drinking. SGs come in and out that look familiar, but I don't know anyone's SG name in person, though some eventually start to say, oh, "so and so on SG". I get a not from someone who looks like Frenchie mixed with someone else...it's got her SG name (which actually doesn't exist on SG, I'm sure) in parenthsis. Everyone's flirty with everyone, Siren is super fucking cool to me, which for some reason I'm surprised. Not that I think she wouldn't be, but she's looking out...is this dream boring you? Sorry, I'm just gettig it down. Snow is around, which of course is a wonderful thing, but I see her rarely. The people I spend the most time with are combintaions of people I've seen on the site and people I see in the scene around here. It's weird, I feel really respected and taken care of in this situation. we go do fun things, there's a sort of historic fort down the way that's unused, but my crafty fictional SG compadres have gained access to where all the fun and mayhem happen. we're drinking lot's of safety orange drinks (it's my dream!) and obviously they've been drinking them before, little plastic cups...in a raised sort of domed off area people are dancing in a circle and jumping up and down. it looks fun, everyone is happy. I walk down a ramp towards this artist space and that's where the Donnas are supposed to play. I walk right in and the fella w/the riding cap has a clipboard and says to the door guy, "can we let in a man of distinction in the art world," they smile at each other and I go in...then the fucking mail whoosh goes off and I wake up. Never sleep next to an iBook.
best memory, other than doing weird made-up drugs and watching Snow go into this cartoon jitter blurr was falling asleep on the floor watching a movie in Siren's arms (awwwwww!!!!) yeah, whatever, I woke up. off to coffee.
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my dorky amiga, you inadvertantly woke me up @ like 9:30 by the doorslam sound on AIM. Of course I got up to turn the volume off to prevent further sleep interruption (I'm WIDE awake, though) and saw you faaaaading away....
some random shit:
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sticky spacebar (future snack)
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so glad the holiday is almost REALLY over. There's a saturday here, so I guess technically our bucket o'outta town revellers will be out in force tonight. there are parties, great and people that "want to see you" and... I don't think I can handle it.
I can't believe you answered the phone. I was floating a million miles a-drunken-way the whole time and really bummed I wasn't coherent -- I was ready to start conceptualizing on our
exquisite corpse project and getting all worked up but it seemed my body was a million zillion miles away. my mouth definitely was. did I say anything at all? whatever I said I meant.
I really like hanging out w/Memoryboy. Whenever he comes back to DC it's so funny -- we always go to cool places in NYC -- there actually are like 2 left. In DC we always go to fucking Black Cat, which is a great watering hole w/the cheapest stumble home jronk in town, but I always wish there's something better to do on a Friday. Like I know Sandra Bullock's folks live in Arlington, VA somewhere and remember hearing the guy at the Italian Store (her pic is up there) saying she comes home a lot and gets a Starbucks and a slice -- I feel like we always get a Starbucks and a slice (incidentally Memoryboy's folks know her folks, too...just a coincidence, carry on). I'm convinced there is so little of interest in this town going on that it's made me very adamant (yeah, Adam Ant!) about supporting the few good things that do happen. Mostly DJ stuff because DC bands are starting to fade again. (the punker-than-thou me of the past is making SUCH a stink-face at me right now...[spoken back thru time to myself, I do that a lot] whatever dicknose, at least I'm gettin' some!). At least fading from my view. But DJ's, even ones like me that are more like record flippers and party rockers are better than bands.
*we finished out the drunken night in the subterranean ass-shake of blackness called Mantis here in Adams Morgan. It was totally BANGIN' (except the worst thing about DJs -- generic House music. Soooooo generica!!!) but I was drunk and everyone was having a good time and....never mind.
Here's why:
If you've been following at all, b/w going to shows and doing sound on tour I probably see about 600 sets of bands a year. Widdle that number down a bit cause I probably don't watch all the opening bands, esp. on tour (too fucking much night aft. night, I try though). Besides the bands I do sound for, if I see a band and they don't have it together, even if it's having it together in the most fucked up broke-ass way, then I can't hang. It's not even about sounding GOOD it's about sounding RIGHT. People don't get that. It's never about fidelity it's about appropriateness. Thee Headcoats would sound shit recorded all pristinely at a nice studio. Mudhoney would sound awful playing Guitar Center bullshit boxes, but Broadcast and Spiritualized (before they went "bar rock" recently) are meant to sound good and together.
That's why DJ's are so fucking important. They raise the bar for bands. People like DJ's they like their favorite songs and they always sound good. What band can compete w/ACDC played at top volume at a club? Or Slayer? or Danzig or Kylie or Ludacris? Or techno or whatever. It's all mastered and perfect sounding and doens't feed back (usually).
Bands have gotten really shit. All aspects of them. I guess it's why I like the ones I like, and I'm really glad I like the ones I work with. Otherwise that nature photography career better start kicking in.
okay, love ya's I'm gonna TRY to go back to sleep.
xoxo
You guys know how I'm homeless in a few days and just going to crash around until I go on tour and so be it right? I just had my first dream about it and of course, somehow I'm in Portland (oh yeah, some reason I open my eyebook and Siren's page is up, guess it makes sense). So I'm in Portland and somehow I meet someone that lives w/Siren. She doesn't go by her real name, which is odd to me but I think it's cool. So basically I find myself taking a class at a school where, don'tcha know it, everyone from the house goes. It's weird, nerveracking to be the "old guy on campus" or whatever, the sound of school, of hyperactivitity unchecked (go world) rattles my brain and I cut out, check out the place w/my new friends. I share a room w/a dude, who I can't remember but is probably played by some face from around here. Wearing a riding cap that's in vogue around here for about 2 more miliseconds. I hang out at the place a lot, there's a lot of drinking. SGs come in and out that look familiar, but I don't know anyone's SG name in person, though some eventually start to say, oh, "so and so on SG". I get a not from someone who looks like Frenchie mixed with someone else...it's got her SG name (which actually doesn't exist on SG, I'm sure) in parenthsis. Everyone's flirty with everyone, Siren is super fucking cool to me, which for some reason I'm surprised. Not that I think she wouldn't be, but she's looking out...is this dream boring you? Sorry, I'm just gettig it down. Snow is around, which of course is a wonderful thing, but I see her rarely. The people I spend the most time with are combintaions of people I've seen on the site and people I see in the scene around here. It's weird, I feel really respected and taken care of in this situation. we go do fun things, there's a sort of historic fort down the way that's unused, but my crafty fictional SG compadres have gained access to where all the fun and mayhem happen. we're drinking lot's of safety orange drinks (it's my dream!) and obviously they've been drinking them before, little plastic cups...in a raised sort of domed off area people are dancing in a circle and jumping up and down. it looks fun, everyone is happy. I walk down a ramp towards this artist space and that's where the Donnas are supposed to play. I walk right in and the fella w/the riding cap has a clipboard and says to the door guy, "can we let in a man of distinction in the art world," they smile at each other and I go in...then the fucking mail whoosh goes off and I wake up. Never sleep next to an iBook.
best memory, other than doing weird made-up drugs and watching Snow go into this cartoon jitter blurr was falling asleep on the floor watching a movie in Siren's arms (awwwwww!!!!) yeah, whatever, I woke up. off to coffee.
---------------------------------------------------
my dorky amiga, you inadvertantly woke me up @ like 9:30 by the doorslam sound on AIM. Of course I got up to turn the volume off to prevent further sleep interruption (I'm WIDE awake, though) and saw you faaaaading away....
some random shit:
printer friendly
sticky spacebar (future snack)
that's all.
so glad the holiday is almost REALLY over. There's a saturday here, so I guess technically our bucket o'outta town revellers will be out in force tonight. there are parties, great and people that "want to see you" and... I don't think I can handle it.
I can't believe you answered the phone. I was floating a million miles a-drunken-way the whole time and really bummed I wasn't coherent -- I was ready to start conceptualizing on our
exquisite corpse project and getting all worked up but it seemed my body was a million zillion miles away. my mouth definitely was. did I say anything at all? whatever I said I meant.
I really like hanging out w/Memoryboy. Whenever he comes back to DC it's so funny -- we always go to cool places in NYC -- there actually are like 2 left. In DC we always go to fucking Black Cat, which is a great watering hole w/the cheapest stumble home jronk in town, but I always wish there's something better to do on a Friday. Like I know Sandra Bullock's folks live in Arlington, VA somewhere and remember hearing the guy at the Italian Store (her pic is up there) saying she comes home a lot and gets a Starbucks and a slice -- I feel like we always get a Starbucks and a slice (incidentally Memoryboy's folks know her folks, too...just a coincidence, carry on). I'm convinced there is so little of interest in this town going on that it's made me very adamant (yeah, Adam Ant!) about supporting the few good things that do happen. Mostly DJ stuff because DC bands are starting to fade again. (the punker-than-thou me of the past is making SUCH a stink-face at me right now...[spoken back thru time to myself, I do that a lot] whatever dicknose, at least I'm gettin' some!). At least fading from my view. But DJ's, even ones like me that are more like record flippers and party rockers are better than bands.
*we finished out the drunken night in the subterranean ass-shake of blackness called Mantis here in Adams Morgan. It was totally BANGIN' (except the worst thing about DJs -- generic House music. Soooooo generica!!!) but I was drunk and everyone was having a good time and....never mind.
Here's why:
If you've been following at all, b/w going to shows and doing sound on tour I probably see about 600 sets of bands a year. Widdle that number down a bit cause I probably don't watch all the opening bands, esp. on tour (too fucking much night aft. night, I try though). Besides the bands I do sound for, if I see a band and they don't have it together, even if it's having it together in the most fucked up broke-ass way, then I can't hang. It's not even about sounding GOOD it's about sounding RIGHT. People don't get that. It's never about fidelity it's about appropriateness. Thee Headcoats would sound shit recorded all pristinely at a nice studio. Mudhoney would sound awful playing Guitar Center bullshit boxes, but Broadcast and Spiritualized (before they went "bar rock" recently) are meant to sound good and together.
That's why DJ's are so fucking important. They raise the bar for bands. People like DJ's they like their favorite songs and they always sound good. What band can compete w/ACDC played at top volume at a club? Or Slayer? or Danzig or Kylie or Ludacris? Or techno or whatever. It's all mastered and perfect sounding and doens't feed back (usually).
Bands have gotten really shit. All aspects of them. I guess it's why I like the ones I like, and I'm really glad I like the ones I work with. Otherwise that nature photography career better start kicking in.
okay, love ya's I'm gonna TRY to go back to sleep.
xoxo
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jnthn:
who is Kathleen? who are you? whaa? 
fhubig:
its kathleen cohen from black cat black cat-tag I got y aon freakster too. Im checkin out this site on my friends account-im thinking about posting....know any good photographers??? (wink, wink)