or "musicians really are lazy"

i wake up at 5:30 in the morning because the guy in the office thought 5:30 was the same 9:30 whenever it comes to wake up calls. luckily, i had set a few alarms on my phone as a safe guard so i just went to back to sleep. when i did get up, i had no hot water.i walked to the front office half naked and complained. they fixed the problem (probably because they didn't want to see my luscious man boobs again) i chilled for a bit then headed downtown and parked in the same lot i did yesterday. by this point, i've kinda made friends with the short middle-eastern guy that runs the lot. after some b.s. small talk i hustled down to red 7 to get in line to hear andrew w.k. give a speech (yes, that andrew w.k.).


while i was standing line a "monster energy drink" truck parked in front of the line. two people got and started handing out free cans. i was handed a product named "khaos", little did i know how symbolic this cylinder of taurine, ginseng, and 70% juice would be of my day.

i parked and got in line for andrew wk around 11 (roughly thirty minutes before the doors were scheduled to open) i end up waiting in line for over an hour in a half, in my mind fucking up my plans for the day. after a long enough wait, i got in and promptly head for the front of the stage. a.w.k. is just sitting there doing nothing. after sitting for what seemed like and eternity, he got up and started stretching. at one point, he just falls on the ground and starts clutching his knee. he lays on the ground for about a minute or two and slowly, between deep sighs of pain, tells the audience that he hurt himself.he eventually starts his speech, which was advertised a "live lecture and discussion about PURE FUN and TOTAL LOVE". i listened closely for fifteen minutes or so and then think to my self "this guy isn't making any fucking sense what-so-ever". so i leave hoping to catch what's left of crystal castle's set.

i head around the block to emo's into an empty bar. crystal castles hasn't shown up and there is no guarantee that they will.

bastards

after i heard that news, i hurry back to the andrew w.k. speech to see if he had started making more sense, and he had! i guess it was momentary delirium caused by his, and what seemed to excruciating, injury. at this point he was pulling all of his examples together to try to make his final point (so i basically missed a bunch
of confusing mixed metaphors). the funny thing is, i really liked what he was trying to say which was basically to know what you know. he was basically telling everyone to not be so ignorant. it was really cool and i enjoyed it. "politicians are loving people, the government is a good thing" and other statement were what was made. i really wish i could have taken notes because i forgot a lot of what he said. in my book now, andrew w.k. is a good hearted human being.

crystal castles never showed (douchebags) so i caught the next act, marnie stern (i think). i wasn't sure if she actually playing guitar and singing. she had an ipod playing all of her backup tracks while she stood on stage, sang, and played a mexican fender.it wasn't the greatest thing i've seen, but it was interesting to watch and it gave me some ideas.

since friday was pitchfork's day at emo's , i left so i wouldn't suffocate under all of the pretentiousness (plus that i heard half of the dj's didn't plan on showing). i walked around aimlessly for a bit then decided to walk down to find lucky lounge and check the set times for yacht and mae shi. i made it ten blocks over and no show times, but guess who walks out of the bar next door? MC Lars! i get to talk to him a bit and i realized that he has this obese chink-eye thing going on, which leads me to believe hat he's either really stoned, really tired, or really stoned and tired. nonetheless, i ask him if he's playing tonight or seeing anyone in particular, i get the info i need and we part ways.

i love austin.

i walk back over to emos and catch the end of the pony's set while they were in "look at us we can act like sonic youth" mode. it was pretty cool. a lot better than what i've heard on their cd. (which i highly recommend you don't buy)...i can't remember if it's out yet though...

another twelve or so blocks later, i'm at la zona rosa to check out the horrors. i walk in and shit just starts being given to me. i leave that place with
three new shirts, a bandanna, a woman's wife beater, about 5 lighters, stickers, keyrings, posters, and a hawaiian flavored blunt wrap. on top of all of that, i almost won a new blackberry pearl.
that place was swag heaven. but yeah, the band...

those guys put on a blistering 15 minute set. there should be a federal regulation agency at shows such as this to dilute it with two or three parts "not so bad ass". i first heard of these guys
a few weeks ago and download the leak of their album after i saw the video for "sheena is a parasite" on chris cunningham's website. i didn't know exactly what to expect but they did not dissapoint at all. the started out with the song "count in fives" which on the album sounds like a spooky surf influenced goth-punk song, but without the keyboards dominating the sound live, it soundedlike a creepy nirvana song. after the song was over, the singer walked to the side of the stage and began ripping this white mesh stuff off of the lights and wrapping himself in it until he formed some sort of cocoon. he remained like this throughout the next song. then began to slowly take it off and throw it at a near by camera man. luckily the camera man was a good sport and fucked with him back while laughing. my favorite part was during the last song "sheena is a parasite" where the singer jumped out onto the audience, began running around and wrapping people up in said mesh until the song was over.

all of that in fifteen minutes

i head back over to lucky lounge to check if i'm late to check yacht an/or the mae shi, turns out they're both late so i have time to sit and cool of a bit. YACHt is a one man band and an amazing one man band he is. i first heard about the guy as the music writer for the duo the blow(who are amazingly beautiful and you should check out immediately, they're kind of the west coast's answer to the moldy peaches) and i love his music that he did on that project. the only stuff i had heard from this project is an album i downloaded from four or so years ago when there were still other members coming in and out (from what i've read) and it wasn't very impressive. the stuff he played in his thirty minutes was fucking awesome steps leagues above the last YACHT release and very much on par with what i heard on the blow's "paper television". on top of the great music, this mother fucker had waaay to much energy. he was jumping around everywhere and on top of the bar and dancing and all kinds of stuff. it was amazing to watch.

YACHt's new cd comes out May 8 and i suggest you go buy it. (it leaked yesterday and so far it's worth buying)


after yacht, i head outside to find the bass player and singer from mae shi giving yoga lessons to a luck individual on the side of the street. i talked to them for a sec and bought a shirt before the show (because i was now running on a tighter schedule and wouldn't be able to talk to them after they played). this show i was able to catch their entire set, as last time i was talking to a store owner a few doors down when they started, and the second song pwned so much as you would have thought it was a homeless guy that picked up a lot of cigarettes. other than that, it was the same show as yesterday only sans the smoke bombs. one thing that was cool is that this show was in an actual club so there were others dancing around and such (instead of just myself making an ass of...myself)

next up was a band with, quite possibly, the greatest name ever. black moth super rainbow i wanted to check out these guys because i mainly wanted to see how they made the sounds that they do. they have this great laid-back, groovable/dancable, psychedelic sound going on that is very enticing. i first truly heard these guys on the cd that they made with the octopus project last year, "the house of apples and eyeballs". the show was ace, no one fuck up. they had two keyboards, two synths, bass, drums, and some guy sitting on the ground generating these crazy sounds with a few pedals in his lap. i think the greatest thing about the show was the cute synth player, she was wearing a tight muscle shirt and some jncos, it gave me a flashback to all of the cute chicks i knew in high school (and i must admit, i was crushing). the op were in attendance for their show and at least seven people said something about my shirt (which was a limited pressing shirt from the op/bmsr cd, which i honestly did not were on purpose). after the show, i acted like a spaz again, quickly thanking everyone in the band for playing and just leaving. after buying a shirt (were they didn't have their pink shirt in guys sizes :( ) and receiving some free acai juice, i headed toward the river to catch a free public enemy concert.

at first i was just going to sit on the top of my trunk and watch the concert from the parking garage overlooking the concert area, then i thought "why?". so i walked over to the park and made my way to the front as close to the stage as i could get. yet again, the show was delayed and i had to stand another hour or so on my increasingly weakening legs. soon enough, x-clan came out and started pumping up the crowd. they were alright, but i was ready to hear so damn public enemy. about twenty minutes later, professor griff came out on stage with two of his peons and they started doing military salutes and spins to some beats. then chuck d came out
bouncing off the fucking walls leading the way for fucking flava flav. after going through a few hits, they announce that it's flav's birthday. while i'm not a big public enemy fan this show was pretty bad ass. i can't believe that after 20 years these guys still have that much energy.


after the show, i went back to my place to shower and rest for the dance party that was sure to kill me some how. after an hour of laying down, i can't wait any longer so i head over to see if i can get in. when i show up there are cops are at the front on the gates and there is hardly anyone around. i park in a nearby "parking lot" and ask around. turns out that the party was too crazy and got shut down by the cops. this party had only been going for about two hours and none of the big names were even near going on and it was shut down. i can't even imagine what the place would have been like when diplo and simian mobile disco were on stage at the same time.

but that did put a damper on my night because i was basically cumming my self because i was going to hear diplo spin again. this guy is amazing live and is the king of mash-ups as far as i'm concerned. and i've been looking forward to hearing simian mobile disco live for the past few weeks.

i just went back to my room and went to bed (passing up a local party) because i really was that exhausted.



sorry if this one is loopy too, tonight brought syrup again and in greater excess.