just got a whiff of breakfast sausage, so let’s start with that.
i seriously fucking hate sausage in all and every form except for breakfast sausage form. which is funny cause why is it called a breakfast sausage anyway, and why do all breakfast sausages taste the same? can’t any sausage be a breakfast sausage? this is just ridiculous! that being said, breakfast sausage is the freaking bees’ knees and the only type of sausage i will ever love. i mean, i went to germany and practically starved to death i hate sausage and meat so much (this being pre any attempts to be seriously vegetarian). sick!
this goes without needing elaboration, really. fried chicken is just hella good. in… any… form…
my mom’s pork chops (this is not them, but it kinda looks like them) have been something i’ve loved ever since i was teeny tiny. i dunno, they might be a good reason to occasionally break from being vegetarian… i mean, i only get to eat them once a year, that’s not bad, right?!
I wear the customary clothes of my time,
Like Jesus did, with no reason not to die,
Facing history, with little to no irony,
Like I’m some forgotten southern city, Sherman razed,
Still hid under thick smoke after all these years.
These hands, are my father’s hands but smaller,
Soaked in paint thinner,
Until they’re so dry coming together,
They make the sound of resisting each other
A shrill squeal like two moving rubber, tires touching,
Hide nothing, hide nothing.
WHY? – THESE HANDS.
—
I’ve been habitually rubbing the sleep from my eyes,
I see the rain does not respect state lines, why should you?
And I’ve seen dirt dry fires arise by pissing boy fountain statues…
And they say electricity, can travel up your piss stream.
Oh, am I too concerned with the burn of scrutiny?
Cold chased on run and covered like a horse before the race.
Will I gain weight in later life?
And when will someone swing a scythe against me?
Out of every woman on earth, who will I mate with?
Or will I spit empty threats, until all that’s left, is a million zeros printed on a roll of ticker-tape?
And one last echo of the final tiny wave in my wake?
Will all my unused seed collect like mercury, in some kind of afterlife for halves?
Should I offer up my lats and pecs as stakes in death?
Whatever the will of the people shall be, Ohio and me.
Oh I’d rest in peace on a freshly cleaned and steamed plush carpet for sure,
In the vacant third floor of a department store,
Or be hung with four nails on the projection wall,
In an empty convention center banquet hall.
That’s right, I’m like everybody else is –
Ashamed of sleep, I lie when a phone call wakes me.
Oh am I too concerned with the burn of scrutiny?
Cold chased on run and covered like a horse before the race
Will I gain weight in later life?
And when will someone swing a scythe against me?
wednesday, september 30th, 2009
headed over to new orleans from washington dc, with a stopover in new york. arrived around dinner time and overheard a hilarious conversation (see here). then got picked up by my couchsurfing host, daryl, and we went rock climbing indoors! it was $10 for like four hours of all-you-can-climb rock climbing. i will admit that it was harder than i initially thought it would be, for sure. i didn’t feel like i was too weak to do it, but the finger dexterity was for sure lacking. but it was somewhere between fun and non-fun, i guess. but yeah, there was a group of people he knew there, and like we got there and i vaguely introduced myself and literally a couple of the people just stared at me. it was kinda fucking weird.
{funny! i’m at this coffee shop in new york’s bushwick neighborhood, and they just started playing this really super epic orchestral music and everyone in the coffee shop is being put on edge, because it was originally this really quiet ambient stuff and now it’s all up in your face, haha. it’s like going through my headphones. funny.}
anyway, went to meet up with daryl’s friends at some coffee shop where they were playing some card game. i’m all for games, but they were quintessential nerds in every sense of the word. like, comic book guy from simpsons style. which is fine. it was funny, though. they were nice enough — well, one of them was. i didn’t care for the other two, really. they were babbling on about nonsense, too, and it wasn’t even funny nonsense, it was just like, “you’re kind of crazy” nonsense, and i happen to like crazy people.
head back after walking around a bit. another couchsurfer chick from france (pictured) was staying there too. daryl definitely had a grudge against her because she is the kind of couchsurfer that kind of stays in a place but doesn’t really wanna hang out with the host, and he’s the complete opposite and pretty much wants to spend tons of time together. that usually isn’t my style, either, but i ended up seeing some pretty cool stuff because of it. but yeah, french couchsurfer chick was funny because she used to work at mcdonald’s in france and she’d been in the states for like, three weeks (or was it three months?) and pretty much ate mcdonald’s EVERY MEAL which is fucking ridiculous, but she said she was doing it to assimilate to american culture, which is even MORE ridiculous.
talked to one of daryl’s roommates for a bit, and she was cool… one of the other roommates had the chillest fucking dog ever! it was like a cat! you could do whatever the hell you wanted to it and it wouldn’t bark or anything. AND it was really cute. jealous, jealous.
thursday, october 1st, 2009
woke up kinda late and went to eat gumbo at this place called coop’s, after dropping off french couchsurfer chick!
daryl! i have to mention that daryl’s house had this message that said basically that you could walk around naked in the space if you wanted to. that being said, he was never naked, and i think it was just so people who wanted to be naked could feel comfortable, but at first i found it kinda weird and later i was like, ah well, probably because he didn’t actually get more naked than underpants.
cool horsehead statue — broken!
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. in the downtown area.
i love old shit. therefore, i love new orleans. seriously, though, new orleans rules. it’s as foreign country as you’ll get in the united states, i feel like. granted there are some section of the u.s. i haven’t been to yet… but still.
street performer (who gave me a business card — going out of character — and wanted me to send him pics that i took… i still need to do that).
go to the farmer’s market and i snatched myself a harmonica, along with some really cool feathery masks that were only like $2 each or something sold by chinese people, of course. they’re always pawning the ridiculous warez.
didn’t even know beads came in so many styles.
who doesn’t want to pull tissue papers out of mr. bean’s ass?
these arent’ the masks i bought, but mine weren’t bad. i noticed after taking these photos that there was a huge sign saying, NO PHOTOS! oops.
need to go to an atm though, and visit an artisan market along the way.
come on, even the grating looks neat.
get driven through a neighborhood called bywater, where some artist has taken it upon himself (i think his name is bob) to name the place “bobwater”. haha. his art and reminders of his art are all over the place. rule.
new orleans = textural old time heaven. i would like to go back, for sure.
went to a store in bobwater and i really fucking wanted this ceramic sculpture. it made me sooo happy. saint with babies for clothes? I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT! unfortunately, it was like $30, and i was pretty sure i’d destroy the shit out of it, so i didn’t get to bring it back. but it was soooo awesome. :{
more cool stuff at the heavily mexican-influenced store.
i was kinda in love with this shit… wanted to take home like, all of it.
daryl with mask. this store was a LITTLE too fun.
old school baby stroller of death. doesn’t that look soooo uncomfortable?
best collection of fucking foods, ever!1!
head on over to the lower 9th ward shortly thereafter. these photos below are from a house that has essentially been left unchanged since the hurricane. it’s pretty insane that four years later so much of this shit is still in shambles. the government, i guess, asked people to board up and strip their own houses, but for people who just left and didn’t do it, sometimes no one did it. i think the reasoning is that it’s a bit of a hazard — which i completely believe, because we were in this house for like less than five minutes and i got fucking COVERED with mosquito bites.
not much was moldy other than this particular painting, it seemed.
that on the floor was mud. it was about an inch thick, i wanna say. daryl said his house had like 3-4 inches of mud on the ground. what’s surprising is that the 9th ward got a really low amount of water compared to many other parts of the city… the thing is just that the lower 9th ward was poorer, so there was less chance of people rebuilding than in other parts. like where daryl lived was a bit better off, i guess, so probably like 70% of the houses there were rebuilt (others were like boarded up and left alone). in the lower 9th ward, most of the houses were pretty much still shit or completely stripped and unlivable.
also in the lower 9th ward: new houses brad pitt is building. this one is just hilarious. most of them are modern in design but none of them really looked like this other than this one, haha. some of them were already completed and people were already living in them. the houses were built on super high stilts so that if it flooded again they’d generally be mostly okay. they also had like styrofoam walls and were super light.
fema dog house! how’s that for social commentary!
this is a sign around this gas station we stopped by shortly thereafter. the gas station owner showed a pic which showed how high the water was… it was completely over the top of the gas station. fucking CRAZY.
a whole strip mall full of stores that are like WTF now.
went to lincoln beach shortly thereafter, which is a former beach that isn’t really used now other than by graffiti people, it feels like. this here is what used to be locker rooms — the walls were these pretty brittle tiles, and remnants of those tiles are pretty much everywhere on the ground.
reminds me of the albany bulb in albany, california. i still need to write a blog post about the albany bulb, shit!!!
locker rooms!
that night, met up with dominique who runs blue lace, a music publication thing based in new orleans. wandered around a while. came across this funny headline. went to this “dad” outdoor concert for a bit and then tried to see what other shows were going on but nothing much really.
people are all bout brad pitt for mayor. this was in a local weekly thing.
went onto frenchman street — where there was supposed to be jazz, but there wasn’t this evening. ah, well. bummer. next time. we ate at a restaurant called 13 where they had tater tot nachos — i forget the name but it was a cute name. and it was REALLY delicious. i think they were called tater-tachos?
funny sammich.
a banksy piece, preserved under plexiglass, cuz new orleans has this guy who has been dubbed the gray ghost, and he goes around covering up graffiti everywhere with gray rollers.
we went along the river walk after that, which was alright, same as any.
popcorn that night. see the cob? the popcorn was just an entire dehydrated cob that you put in a paper bag and it all pops. haha. it cost more than a traditional bag of popcorn, but one would think it costs less to make (asides from the organic crappity crap crap).
daryl kinda gave me a guilt trip for wanting to go to bed after all this, but whatever. i was done exploring.
friday, october 2nd, 2009
went to bourbon street in the morning, and got some yummy croissant. it was weird, though, absolutely nothing going on there in the daytime. i didn’t happen to go at nighttime. it’s whatevers. i don’t party anyway. i’m an old lady. was gonna go see “zombieland” with dominique if she went but she ended up not going. ah, well.
also had the most hilarious mocha i’ve ever gotten in my life. i asked for a small and it was literally in one of those teeny tiny styrofoam cups. like, wtf! it was really, really GROSS, too.
monday, september 28th, 2009.
so, as mentioned in the previous post about dc, i missed my initial greyhound bus and had to catch the latter, which put me in baltimore pretty late.
baltimore greyhound station rating: AMAZING.
i took a taxi to my hostel, and the taxi driver was totally a weirdo, in a good way. he was hilarious and kept doing all these weird voices and saying that he scared people, but he was really funny and goofy! i enjoyed it! the hostel was pretty nice, i think, shit, it’s all kind of a blur. the guy at the front desk was telling me he was glad i showed up because he’d been dialing the number from that one song… that ’80s song with the phone number in it (i forget the godamn song name and number). but basically, he would dial different area codes and then the phone number. i actually didn’t believe him until he dialed this one number and then had me listen to it, and the message was just some random guy rambling about how people needed to stop calling him on this number — he was trying to be sarcastically funny, really — and it went on FOREVER. at least a five minute message; i didn’t stick around to listen to the whole thing cause it was way too long. kinda amusing, though, he must get called that a lot. someone was telling me that the (former?) new york mayor’s phone number was that number, but i have no idea if that’s true.
anyway, then i walked to the venue where psychic ills were playing, called sonar, but there was a motherfucking guestlist snafu, and i totally missed their fucking set, even though i could hear them playing from outside. it really sucked. as i was waiting around calling whomever and doing whatever, some guy started talking to me, and he worked on some yacht as a captain? and he was just in town for the night checking out some music. he was kinda weird and drunk and anxious. he suggested i just walk in the back door of the venue where the bands were loading out, and i was like nah, and he’s like, “hell, i’d do it! i don’t live here so i’ll do whatever i want!” or something ridiculous. i also didn’t think particularly highly of him — and this is perhaps judgmental — because he didn’t appreciate psychic ills’ music (and their music is rad) but moreso because he said that he wouldn’t like them unless he was “tripping on acid” or something ridiculous. finally, i was like, “i’m just going to wait until they come out and talk to them,” and he stepped away for a sec when the psychic ills guys came out so i went to talk to them about getting me in. they were super sweaty! but yeah, i got in. but only for butthole surfers… who i really didn’t care for. so it was really kind of a waste. ah, well.
there were some kids next to me at the butthole surfers show who were really loud and young and crazy and one guy started talking to me, and mentioned he was in a band, so i gave him a business card. he actually texted me later that night, which was kiiiiiinda weird. and the next day, too.
later, as i was leaving the venue, creepy yacht guy caught up to me and was like, “did you get in? i told the psychic ills guys to come talk to you,” and i was like, “i talked to them before you did.” and he was like, oh, because i think he was completely full of shit. freak! and i left in a jiffy.
when i got back to the hostel, i had the wrong fucking door code, so i had to wait until this kinda drunken old dude came up to let me in. at first i wasn’t sure if he lived at the hostel or if he was a crazy bum, but yeah.
tuesday, september 29th, 2009.
walked around and explored, basically. it was cool — i enjoyed baltimore.
woke up, left, and headed over to the cute little lexington market thing and got early morning udon. totally black part of town — i was like the only non-black person around for days (except for inside the actual market itself).
took my udon for breakfast and headed downtown to the waterfront to eat it.
lotta cool random art along the way. this group was doing essentially what the free sheep foundation does in seattle — that is, take spaces that are about to be demolished and put up impromptu galleries in there. particularly easy in baltimore, i feel like, because baltimore is just chock full of buildings that are slated to be demolished, really. similar to detroit. in fact, i forget who, but someone was telling me about these awesome parties in detroit where artists just kind of hole up in giant warehouses and have art openings that are totally underground… probably in spaces where people aren’t even supposed to live, but because no one really checks, these people are just making beautiful awesome art out in the middle of nowhere. i’ve heard really great things about detroit’s art scene, and really hope i get to see some of it sometime. i didn’t get a chance to talk to locals in detroit about much because it was such an impromptu trip, but maybe next time.
people find it hard to believe i like baltimore and detroit so much, but then i tell them i like shitty buildings and things, and they’re like, “ah, that makes sense.”
more art.
finally got to the waterfront and chowed down on my fucking food!
barnes and noble and hard rock cafe inside of an old power plant? alrighty, then!
these awesome things along the ground that say “river walk” in various languages. every other one is english and in between are different languages. i really loved the idea.
flag house, where the first american flag was made
it was right near little italy.
a most enjoyable storefront.
mmmm, urban decay.
locals totally thought i was a weirdo for taking pics of shit like this, but god, look how awesome (if you can even see how awesome).
why wouldn’t you use free parking (left) more often, people who are paying for parking (right)?!!!
tonza jews up in dis bitch.
shot tower. whatever.
there was a hilarious marriage campaign with signs similar to this everywhere. haha.
saturday, september 26th, 2009.
got into dc after a layover in boston kinda late, and it took FOREVER to get from the godamn washington-dulles airport to where i wanted to go (my couchsurfer host’s house). she picked me up from the subway station after like three hours of travel or something, and then she went out with her friend and i went out to the experimental music show, sonic circuits. it was pouring like a motherfucker, which was kind of a bummer.
i hadn’t eaten in a while and was super starving, so like the fatass i am, i decided to eat snacks instead of a regular meal. got some peanut butter-filled pretzels and a bag of utz chips… the best chips ever, really. carolina bbq?!! it’s like bbq meets salt & vinegar aka HELLA FUCKING GOOD. ridiculously good. anyway, after cramming this shit down my gullet, standing in front of the drugstore under an overhang to keep out of the rain, i walked a block over to the black cat. stomped in a giant puddle on the way, hence i was fucking FREEZING to death in the venue because it was sOoOoOo cold and i was wet, too.
as i was watching one of the performers that night, kotra, this ukranian electronic dude, my camera fucked up, and i’m pretty convinced it had to do with his sound. i asked some other guy who was taking video next to me if it was possible, and he thought i was crazy and was not convinced. but check these pics, man. other than the first pic, the pics were taken the next day when it had a temporary relapse for a sec, but since then, the camera has been 100% in working condition.
many more where these came from.
kotra was amazing.
there was also a free jazz band and i don’t understand free jazz whatsoever, but it was interesting.
started talking to this persian couple — both really cute — about music and what not. saw them the next day, too. they were nice!!!
one more act had a visual and audio component synced together, but unfortunately, the venue hadn’t provided them with projectors. so, no visuals… they just tested out their audio portion. it was this japanese girl and a black dude, and the black dude made these shirts that plugged into usb portion of a computer and they were touch-sensitive, so when you touched certain parts of the shirt, it would make a sound. it was pretty godamn cool.
took the metro back late at night and then chatted a bit with katyln’s roommate, mb. mb was talking about how it was amazing, she thought, that a girl like myself (and others similar to myself) could travel by ourselves because she could never do it and she described herself as a “typical american” who has never been outside of the united states and is kind of content with that. kind of sad, really.
sunday, september 27th, 2009.
anyway, the next day, katyln, my couchsurfing host, and i, hung out. this started with some tapas at la tasca in alexandria’s old town (not in d.c.)! on the way back, we stopped by a new age bookstore for a while and she asked questions, and then we borrowed bikes and headed off to the city. i borrowed her roommates but i can’t use bikes unless the seats are really low, so we had to lower it…
obligatory washington dc pics. not gonna lie — really didn’t care about any of this shit other than seeing it for a sec. not that exciting. especially not with other people because then i can’t just cheel.
washington memorial. btw, all these monuments are in what’s considered a national park, which is really funny to me, because it’s so different from the kinds of national parks that are in the rest of the country.
some kind of world war ii monument that was remarkably new — think it was erected in like, 2003.
it started raining, so we went to starbucks to chill and hang and chat for a while. ^__^ nom nom nom chocolate banana smoothie, nom nom nom.
after doing the downtown circle, we went to the eastern market. lotta cool random stuff, and good, cheap fruit! mmmmmmmmmmm. got a buncha peaches for like a quarter each, like big, full-sized peaches (i think they were about to rot or something).
that night, went to see another part of the sonic circuits tour, this time to see HEALTH (along with some others, like faust). it was cool… decided to talk to the guy from HEALTH i had a crush on and he was really nice. did an impromptu interview and it went really well… now i just gotta find the time to write the godamn thing, ugh!
so i left and katlyn drove back and i decided to take the subway to josh wu’s place in dc, only the subways were about to stop running so i had to catch the last one. i accidentally missed the train i was supposed to take because i thought i was supposed to take a yellow train when it was in fact green (or vice versa) and i missed the last train and ended up taking it into another direction and being stuck in the middle of nowhere-ish and josh had to come and rescue me, haha. fun times.
his condo was really nice and i got a really super ass comfortable bed to sleep in because he has a spare bedroom. it ruled, needless to say, especially since i’d been sleeping on couches for quite a while by this point in time.
monday, september 28th, 2009.
josh left me a spare key and i just worked at his house all day until it was time for me to go to baltimore. got myself to the greyhound station and accidentally missed the proper bus because i had headphones on when they called for a chance of gate. by the time i realized it, i’d missed the bus by a couple minutes and it had already left, which sucked. the next one didn’t leave for another two hours or something. UGH.
saturday, september 26th, 2009.
had a brief layover in boston on the way to new york… alex suggested i go to faneuil hall… great idea. it was like, the best layover ever, and i only had an hour to spend outside of the airport! thanks to awesome boston public transportation, it was only a couple stops on the subway to faneuil hall, making it the most perfect layover ever.
lots of cool street performers, including an acapella crew that was actually good. which is a rarity, to be honest.
most hilarious build-a-bear ever.
old-school post office!
there was an awesome outdoor market… 25 cent plum. yum yum yum yum. started liking these random fruits like peaches and nectarines and plums… it’s kinda weird.
friggin gorgeous eggplant. i’m just curious where the farmers are raising these crops near boston?
by this point in time, i was on a hunt for a quick ass bowl of clam chowder to grab before i got back on the plane. better to eat that than to eat at the airport, AM I RITE! found one by asking an info center guy, and there was a huge line, but luckily, it moved quick!
and then i hurried back to the airport, really rushed… but in fact, the flight got delayed so i coulda played for even longer. ah, well.
tuesday, september 22nd, 2009.
going offa old notes, here.
- brekky with michael: he cooked eggs and stuff – don’t remember what exactly haha! oops!
- fly in from long beach.
- meet with jericho: he picked me up from the subway station and we ate at stix — this kabob and wrap place which was pretty good!
- too late for la dispute show: it ridiculously began at 5:00pm wtf?? i called them and they were like, yeeeaaaaah a lotta our friends missed our set, too.
- go drinkin’: jericho’s neighborhood is kinda in a cool hip part of town. i forget the name of it but we went to a bar and the bartender chick made me a really yummy drink cuz the long island cost too much and i know nothing about alcohol and wasn’t sure what to order other than beers and shots and long islands, haha.
- overnight trip to detroit: not scary at all really and the people were all really normal and this is from quote unquote one of the shadiest cities in the states to an even shadier one (who am i quoting, you ask? no idea — i made up all of that completely!) but really, it feels like chicago has a mega bad reputation and i’m not sure why at all because even around the greyhound station it felt safe, and that’s practically the ultimate test, haha!
wednesday, september 23rd, 2009.
a day in detroit. i don’t have notes for detroit so i’m actually going to write it like normal-ish. got there really early and putzed around downtown. tried to find a hotel asap so i could get a map. went into mgm grand but it was fucking weird because it wasn’t really a hotel, but a conference center, so i just kinda hung out upstairs stealthily in the conference area playing around on the computer and most importantly, charging my phone!!! outside the mgm grand there were tons of “no standing” signs, which was my first time seeing them so i found them extremely funny (but since then i’ve seen them a whole bunch in other cities). eventually, as i was leaving mgm grand, i asked them for a map and got one and just walked around downtown a lot, really aimlessly, really. i think i got to detroit at like, 6:00am or something ridiculous like that, and i just walked straight down this main thoroughfare and past all these kind of ruined buildings and schools and stuff. got hit on… a lot. luckily, i could use the, “i don’t live here,” line, and i wasn’t lying. the first guy to hit on me i forgot the name of — i think it was randy. he was nice enough and i kept running into him and it was only the third time that he actually introduced himself. of course, i didn’t see him again after that. he told me to be careful down there. cute.
there were lots of really amazing victorian and otherwise-styled houses that were completely abandoned and overgrown. to be honest, i wanted to go to some more ghettoer parts of town but i didn’t feel entirely comfortable unfortunately.
there was a really old walgreen’s around, and this was their display window, full of cool medical relics and stuff. i reckon they got it from some houses around the area, but it was really fucking cool.
hung out in this starbucks for a while (blech) because it was the only coffee shop around, and it had the longest line EVER, i swear.
fox theatre.
found a falafel place and another coffee shop and kinda wanted to eat both, but i was looking for wireless and neither of them seemed to have it. eventually i was standing outside the coffee shop trying to steal their wireless when the guy in there motioned for me to come in, and i told him my plight, and even though they had wireless it wasn’t working on my ipod touch, so he lent me his laptop, which was really nice of him. he talked to me for a while and talked about this one book he was reading that said that asians had roots in africa and that’s why we tan and don’t burn and don’t need to wear sunscreen or something. he said from far away before i entered the store, he thought i was a black woman. interesting? i guess i am pretty dark right now?
random detroit tigers thing on an abandoned place next to the coffee shop.
giant general motors headquarters looms in the background.
came across the most amazing freaking store, man. it basically just stored stuff that would be put up for auction… such really, really amazing pieces in there. upholstered chairs, beautiful chandeliers, stained glass things… everything. amazing.
went towards the waterfront and there was this — the henry ford theatre, completely abandoned and falling apart in the heart of downtown. couldn’t go in, unfortunately.
waterfront. since i was in detroit for so long by myself, i sat in random places a lot. at this waterfront, i sat for a while, laughing at the guy next to me who was singing with headphones on… and singing really horribly. and rapping as well. and rapping horribly.
as i was about to leave that place, this one dude stopped me and asked me to take a pic, and i thought it meant me take a pic of him and his two friends. what he actually meant was his two friends take a pic of me. he was totally drunk even though it was the middle of the day. so i was like, whatever, and took a pic with him, and then he told me to go on a walk with him. i thought, why not, since it was the middle of downtown — what could he possibly do to me? so i went on a walk with him. he kept wanting to take photos and i kept saying no. we just walked along the waterfront a bit and then he brought me into the general motors building since i hadn’t been there yet. he asked me if i was hungry and i said not really. then he just goes to the cafe downstairs and grabs a salad and walks out. i’m thinking, wtf? but think he’s going to pay somewhere, and he doesn’t. we go upstairs and walk around and he keeps asking me what i wanna do, and i’m kinda incredulously saying that i have no idea. and then eventually we run out of stuff to do so we go upstairs to the starbucks area and he of course lets a businessman go in front of him so he can be the last one in line, then asks me if i like frappaccinos, then takes one and leaves. after this, i’m like, “i gotta go,” and he’s like, “why? do you want me to put that back?” and i’m like, “yeah,” and he’s like, “no!” and kinda grabs my hand and tries to leave. i keep insisting i have to go and am looking for an exit and we eventually exit. he’s this totally plump black dude with kind of a dirty shirt and reeking of alcohol — in comparison to these really nicely dressed businessmen and such. he’s fucking hilarious, though, on the way out he just stops by to talk to random strangers nonstop, including addressing one particular businessman as “donald trump”, which the guy found funny. amongst other similar funny things. anyway, i’m insisting that i have to go and meet up with la dispute (a lie, really, because i don’t have to meet up with them until much later) and he’s like, “well, before you leave, eat your salad,” and i grudgingly agree to do it… so we sit on a street corner and he basically watches me eat the salad. and i’m picking out the bacon and chicken, and he’s like, “why aren’t you eating that?” and i’m like, “i don’t eat meat,” and he’s basically like, “that’s why i picked this salad!” (which makes completely and utterly zero sense). after i finish eating it, i’m like, “okay, i gotta go,” and he’s like, “first drink your drink!” and i’m like, “i’ll drink some of it, but not all of it,” and i take a sip and then say i have to go. he asks me for my number and i give it to him, just for shits and giggles, really, cause even if he calls, that’s whatevers, go ahead and call. oh i should mention that throughout this time period he first starts off by calling me his girlfriend, then his wife, then his friend, then his sister. lol. hahahahahahahah. and that was his justification for being able to “borrow” food from the place — because his “sister” works there and he does that allllllllllllllllllll the time. anyway. he gives me a hug finally and says that if he calls i better pick up (he never does) and that i shouldn’t talk to ANYONE. which is hilarious.
abandoned.
hit up the la dispute show at nighttime, and it’s cool and stuffs. the show is good on their end but there’s an asshole next to me. such an asshole. first, his friend spits on the ground, and he’s like, “they’d cane you in cambodia,” and i’m like, thinking, dude, it’s not cambodia, it’s singapore, and then he says, “well maybe it’s indonesia, because they’re a muslim country, and muslim countries are backwards,” and he starts talking about muslims and basically how they all need to die because they’re soo backwards and in one muslim country a girl got raped and it was her who got punished not the rapist (truth, but that’s not ALL muslim countries, for starters). then he makes this joke about the dead asian girl who got killed at yale and then stuffed into a wall, and is like, “before she died she begged the killer, ‘don’t kill me, i sucky sucky for free,’” which is just in REALLY bad taste. and as la dispute are coming on stage, i pull out my dSLR, and his friend is like, “she has a dSLR,” and he’s like, “why am i not surprised?” and i was like, “you’re pretty much the biggest dumbass ever,” and he instantly fell silent. then i was just seething the whole godamn time because it’s fucking ridiculous! what’s worse — the dude isn’t even freaking godamn white. he’s like… a minority. i don’t know what minority, but what the FUCK.
anyway, la dispute’s show was fine, although their sound seemed a bit off and the main guitar wasn’t loud enough. might’ve been because i was on the left side of the stage, though. either way. after the show, i highly felt the need to tell the guy off. so i went up to him and said, “i’ve never done this before, but first off, it’s singapore, not indonesia you’re looking for,” and he kinda nodded and said okay and was really quiet and friend one kinda smirked and laughed, and then i was like, “second, not every muslim country is the same just like not every christian country is the same,” and friend two was like, “we don’t need a lecture.” lastly, i was like, “and the reason i have a camera is not because i’m asian, but because i run a music magazine,” and friend three was like, “you should put him in your magazine!” and i’m like, “what, douchebag’s corner?” and he’s like, “yeah!” and then i left. douchebags.
interviewed la dispute shortly thereafter, and it was a little teeny bit awkward because i don’t think they are the best people to interview and also, they’re young. but it was mostly fine (except i later accidentally deleted their interview in my phone in a fit of confusion and bitterness… completely unrelated, days later). but they were nice kids, for sure.
la dispute performing “sad prayers for guilty bodies.”
thursday performing “division st.”
caught part of thursday’s set and like the last some of the fall of troy’s set… then i leave before thursday finishes cause that shit is boring. CLICK HERE TO SEE REVIEW OF THURSDAY. i walk late night to the greyhound station in detroit, and it’s fine, cause really, how dangerous can it be? there’s like no one on the godamn streets.
thursday, september 24th, 2009.
- get in town at like 6:00am: take the overnight greyhound from detroit. sleep on couch pretty much right after jericho leaves his house to go to work.
- freak out jericho’s roommate’s bf: well, he woke up at 11:00am or something and was yapping on the phone and even walking back and forth from the dining room to the bathroom (and crossing where i was) and i finally stirred and he was like HOLY SHIT I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE THERE!! not the most observant feller, evidently.
- meant to wake up at 9am but phone was on silent so i woke up at noon: again, because of jericho’s roommate’s bf.
- planetarium at 3pm after bus confusion: i thought i’d miss the last showing and almost didn’t go because the place closed at 4pm, but there was actually a 3:30 showing.
- caught 3:30 showing.
- saw cool old-school diorama stuff, like a fake physics classroom from way back in the day. also, in the first pic above, a teeny tiny book galileo wrote on. it was actually legible :0 second pic above is an old school sundial.
- learned the north star isn’t the brightest; sirius is: but i actually almost fell asleep during some parts of the planetarium showcase. oops.
skyline near the planetarium.
- walked around downtown.
buckingham fountain (aka “married with children” fountain)… the first pic is supposed to be a seahorse that’s on it. hahahahhahhahah. sea horse, my ass.
cool ass art installation thing downtown.
- raining!
dinosaur!!
street puppet car or something, but i didn’t actually see the performances or anything.
- deep dish pizza!!!!! from gino’s east. SO GOOD.
jericho! yay! thanks!
- chairlift / micachu and the shapes: at schubas tavern. it was initially a close call between pizza and the show but the show ended up being later than it was originally supposed to be.
- angry heckling guy: really hated micachu and the shapes and went up to them asking them, “what is this??” and the keyboardist chick is like, “what is what?” and he’s like, “that… is that music? that’s not music.” he was really angry. i was like, “music means different things to different people,” and he said, “i’m asking HER.” ridiculous. he was such a douche. and such a douche in particular because for these situations, the band you came to see (chairlift) is the band that brought the band you hate (micachu and the shapes) so they obviously consider that band to be MUSIC. – READ MY REVIEW OF THIS SHOW HERE!
micachu and the shapes performing “curly teeth”.
chairlift performing “garbage”.
- crazy detroit sports fan: stopped us in the street after we were leaving the show and was babbling about how safe chicago was and how you couldn’t walk around at night in detroit or go jogging (a lie, really, because i definitely saw people jogging!)
- bed!!
i’m listening to… aaron neville’s “how many times” and “let’s live”.
“i’m never at ease, honey. i’m always on my knees, honey.”
currently starving on the train. currently starving on the train and in mental hell. currently starving on the train and in mental hell and really wanting to brush my teeth.
heading from montreal to new york. the scenery is fucking… BEAUTIFUL.
recap central, INCOMING.
Why torture yourself, when you know you’re in love?
Throw your pride in the ocean, and be happy beneath the stars above
Confess your feelings to the ones you love,
And let’s live, before it’s too late…
Let’s live.
Why deprive yourself of the wonders of life?
Time is getting shorter, there’s no reason for those lonely nights,
If you don’t, if you don’t love me, you’ll miss the boat,
And let’s live, before it’s too late…
Let’s live.
Why should you live in a sad state of mind?
Problems, problems, problems all the time,
Do your best to get them off your chest,
Everything, everything will be just fine.
Love is nice, love is sometimes cruel,
When you’ve been in love you have been to the greatest school.
So try and make an “a” honey, and I’ll do the same.
Let’s live, before it’s too late.
Let’s live, before it’s too late.
cool hostel i’m staying at in montreal, but i just took the HOTTEST godamn shower ever. if you thought cold showers were bad, scalding hot showers are REALLY bad cause you literally can’t even take the shower. i had to sit there spooning occasional spoonfuls of water onto myself (but sometimes i couldn’t even do that when it was super hot). ugh. and i went out and bought some late-night poutine (and got a free coffee, yay!) and now i can’t say that i feel like the greatest because i probably shouldn’t have eaten that anyway. well, shit.
i’m pretty sure the guy who gave me free coffee at the poutine place also said “je t’aime” to me… woooooo! he was quite good-looking as well. but i was just like, “HUH!!!!???” and he said something else in french and i was like, “HUH?!!!!”
being in montreal for sure feels like canada is a foreign country, x 100. i can’t even imagine what quebec is like!
montreal pretty rules, i can tell already.
other than the fact that it’s cold as a motherfucker.
even toronto rules and toronto is considered “blah”-ish.
so much awesome art there — wish i woulda had more time to check it out.
oh well, at least the knight i was supposed to root for at medieval times had a freaking “aduhr” keanu reeves type smile. HAHAHAHAAHAHA. got some good pics. pics soon. need to update journal. bad.
sold by chinese people, of course. they’re always pawning the ridiculous warez.
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