2:29 p.m. - 2004-06-27
good times be rolling
Before I proceed to the last two, fantastic little nights, grant me a brief diatribe, if you will.
Not that you have a choice in the matter.
The library in my little burb has been a home away from not-my-home. However, something about it manages to annoy me every goddamn day. For example: cell phones being loudly talked on, with rings set at screechingly high volumes. Apparently, this age has ushered out the existence of the 'shhhh' librarian, much to the detriment of our society. Today, the things that are pissing me off are: abundant presence of the vocal and the crazy, the mysterious but intense and inarguable smell of salt....and not like ocean salt but of nasty put-it-on-your-food salt. Also, the rehearsal of a piano/French horn duet. While they are actually surprisingly talented, I see no need to have an OPEN-DOOR rehearsal of these instruments. At a library. But, I guess, why wouldn't you? Decency, the most general of politesse is quite dead to the library, but apparently I am the only one alive (at least in this fucking place) that mourns the passing of something as sacred as silence.
Harrumph.
On to much more fun subjects. On Friday, I went out to Neumo's for the Helio Sequence record release show. I'd never been to Neumo's, but I looooooooove it dearly. Vastness is on its side, and hopefully I'll be seeing more and more shows there. I also saw a girl from work and we had a nice little chat. She is becoming one of my faves there, even though she lives in biz-land and my home is the editorial jungle. Found out she was from Santa Rosa (where my scary drug problem was born), which we had a good laugh over/pleasant exchanging of NoCal memories. Her boy works at one of my new fave places, because they have yummy burritos fused with terrifyingly hot rock n'roll waiters and clever/crazy kitsch setup. We bonded, but she either escaped to the secret VIP room to do drugs or ditched me. Both are quite possible.
Helio was really good, even though the guitarist's distortion peddle broke mid-way through the show. For those of you un-versed in Helio Sequence, a substantial part of their show comes from distortion. But he decided to do punk-ified versions of their songs, wailing the hell out of his guitar instead of distorting the beat. It was awesome.
The highlight of the show was IQU, the middle band. They have an indescribably funky, layered, fun, wild, whimsical, electronic, gadget-packed style. They went from turntables, to guitar, to bizarre-as-fuck instruments like that high, warbling thing-y that makes one look like they are playing the air like a harp...then the girl (there is one boy and one girl and they run around doing everything, quite crazy to watch) stuck this crazy tube in her mouth and suddenly they had the crazy robotica vocals of Daft Punk. It was like a fusion of all the wildly unusual electronic music I love (Basement Jaxx, !!!, Air, Daft Punk) and yet totally unlike any of these things or anything else I've heard. It was the highlight of the night and assuredly the next CD I will be purchasing. When I have money. Which, blessedly, will be soon.
Then last night, I went to Comeback at Chop Suey, which is like a gay hipster dance party with amazingly good music. The place packed up like crazy all at once, and suddenly the people that all crowded around the bar instead of dancing were marooned on that little island, because the dance floor and everything around is was so full it was nearly impossible to move without getting abundantly friendly with the lads around you. Which, really, was not really a bad thing. Like, at all.
Quite a few lads struck my fancy, of course, but I was drifting too wildly to give it much attention. However, if I see one particular fellow anytime soon, I shall have no choice but to hit on him like crazy. Because I need to re-capture my post-London bravado. I'm only here for another eight or nine weeks, like I can AFFORD to waste any more time.
And with just a handful of weeks standing between myself and a one-year anniversary of celibacy...ohmygod. Let's not even talk about that. Yikes.
Anyway, the DJs at Comeback were pretty fucking unreal, throwing on everything from The Rapture to Bowie to !!! to Missy to Joy Division to ODB to Milkshake (thought instantly of Jigga, Saundies and Kurt...fo'shiz)...it was an auditory feast, I tell you!
Oh, and, let us not forget this wee morsel...I ran into my old 'chum,' a boy I once crushed on who now lives in the Seatts. I alternately refer to him by name or simply as 'the douchebag.' Saw him, met his boyfriend, instantly ditched them. I can't believe I ever called him to hang out, such was my crazy lonelieness...
Today is the big pride fest, and I must go out and have adventures with cute boys in the sun. I tore my pants a wee bit, so there is a safety pin on my arse. Let us pray no one notices, or if they do, respect it as some kind of otherwordly style rather than the necessity it actually is...
