'thelemic gestures all planned and hatched in seasons of dissolute pain
cried afflicted and infected
oblige the system's perfect dream.'
fuck.
holy fuck.
my feet hurt from dancing, my thighs hurt from standing, my ass hurts from sitting, my ears hurt from ringing, and my brain hurts from pure sensory overload. fuck yeah!
holy fuckin' hell, that was a show. i love me some skinny puppy. thank you, sir, may i have another?
and tweaker was unexpectedly spectacular! what i don't know is who was singing, though, so if anybody else does, please tell me? i'll do something nice for you 
it's hard (read: impossible) to accurately represent the sp show in text - suffice it to say i've rarely, if ever, seen such intentional artistry in performance. i was absolutely captivated. there were moments where the floor was shaking and i could feel my heartbeat trying desperately to sync with the bass. there were moments where i had to turn away because the images were so strong, so stirring, so intense. there were moments i thought if i took a deep enough breath i just might come. there were moments i think i did.
i started listening to skinny puppy in jr high - so i've been waiting for this show for a good 13 years, if not more. i was satisfied. it was worth the wait.
another band in that same category, though, is ministry, so kids - when you get any info about the tour for the new album, somebody damn well better tell!!!
ran into a couple of the ex's friends at the show last night, but it was fun instead of being a problem. funny 'cause one of 'em that we used to party with a fair amount didn't even recognize me all gothed up tee hee.
'course, since i was @ the show, i didn't get much time to talk to my honey last night, so i called him at work this morning for a couple of minutes to get my fix. okay, to harrass him. 'cause you know, that's how we gems show our love, right? we chat for a couple (pretty much, i just run my mouth off about the show, lol) - and i hear someone else come in. he tells me to hang on a sec and i hear a woman's voice on the phone.
her: and who might this be? (smiling sounding - nice!)
me: oh just some girl. he's always talking to some girl, you know how it is. (also smiling - i like people,lol)
we continue chatting about my vaca and whathaveyou, a nice, polite conversation where i poke the appropriate amount of fun at the man i love. she says she has to get back to work, i tell her it was fun chatting. she says she looks forward to meeting me.
assuming i've just shared a noncommital chat with a co-worker whose name i've prob heard and not committed to memory, i ask this man o'mine who that was. once he's done cackling at me, i find out.
his mom.
right, so, the other time i talked to her on the phone was about 10 mins after iron and i finally met and it was noisy and i couldn't hear well and my head was spinning and i sure wasn't gonna recognize her voice. well, hell. i would've been more than simply polite, dammit. shit.
maybe i should send her some more cookies...
((updated briefly 'cause i have seen the light that Nixon is just about the coolest fucking thing ever. read her current journal entry - and listen! and then look:
and then tell her how much she fucking rocks when you see her at the burlesque, k?))
cried afflicted and infected
oblige the system's perfect dream.'
fuck.
holy fuck.
my feet hurt from dancing, my thighs hurt from standing, my ass hurts from sitting, my ears hurt from ringing, and my brain hurts from pure sensory overload. fuck yeah!
holy fuckin' hell, that was a show. i love me some skinny puppy. thank you, sir, may i have another?
and tweaker was unexpectedly spectacular! what i don't know is who was singing, though, so if anybody else does, please tell me? i'll do something nice for you
it's hard (read: impossible) to accurately represent the sp show in text - suffice it to say i've rarely, if ever, seen such intentional artistry in performance. i was absolutely captivated. there were moments where the floor was shaking and i could feel my heartbeat trying desperately to sync with the bass. there were moments where i had to turn away because the images were so strong, so stirring, so intense. there were moments i thought if i took a deep enough breath i just might come. there were moments i think i did.
i started listening to skinny puppy in jr high - so i've been waiting for this show for a good 13 years, if not more. i was satisfied. it was worth the wait.
another band in that same category, though, is ministry, so kids - when you get any info about the tour for the new album, somebody damn well better tell!!!
ran into a couple of the ex's friends at the show last night, but it was fun instead of being a problem. funny 'cause one of 'em that we used to party with a fair amount didn't even recognize me all gothed up
tee hee.
'course, since i was @ the show, i didn't get much time to talk to my honey last night, so i called him at work this morning for a couple of minutes to get my fix. okay, to harrass him. 'cause you know, that's how we gems show our love, right?
we chat for a couple (pretty much, i just run my mouth off about the show, lol) - and i hear someone else come in. he tells me to hang on a sec and i hear a woman's voice on the phone.
her: and who might this be? (smiling sounding - nice!)
me: oh just some girl. he's always talking to some girl, you know how it is. (also smiling - i like people,lol)
we continue chatting about my vaca and whathaveyou, a nice, polite conversation where i poke the appropriate amount of fun at the man i love. she says she has to get back to work, i tell her it was fun chatting. she says she looks forward to meeting me.
assuming i've just shared a noncommital chat with a co-worker whose name i've prob heard and not committed to memory, i ask this man o'mine who that was. once he's done cackling at me, i find out.
his mom.
right, so, the other time i talked to her on the phone was about 10 mins after iron and i finally met and it was noisy and i couldn't hear well and my head was spinning and i sure wasn't gonna recognize her voice. well, hell. i would've been more than simply polite, dammit. shit.
maybe i should send her some more cookies...
((updated briefly 'cause i have seen the light that Nixon is just about the coolest fucking thing ever. read her current journal entry - and listen! and then look:
and then tell her how much she fucking rocks when you see her at the burlesque, k?))
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toneski:
no idea!...but my curiousity is peaked, i will have to drive around there this weekend.
steveneurotic:
No word from your friend yet about the room. 