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there is a party downstairs. it is a surprise party for elisa and she is pretty drunk. everybody is i guess. cloudmouth and castavet played tonight with sleep paterns and merchant ships i think. native's sonic influence has undermined everything in this area it seems. they got done and our party started around 11 i guess. its almost two thirty so i'm pretty tired. sleep schedule is off because of my early classes. the party was ok. for the most part. except everybody seems to have a hard time listening to a full song when they have an idea they think is great for the next song. i had had enough and came upstairs to go to sleep. then native came on so i went downstairs to high five whoever put it on. it was the same girl who had just played this shitty pop-punk song that sucked and then this kid started name dropping native because his band just played with them here. and then the girl piped up and was like they just played at my freind's house. yup pretty special. so i went back upstairs. then they played beck. now i'm going to sleep.
because seriously beck sucks.
and i guess i'm probably a total dick for being so intolerant of other peoples' musical tastes. i think native fucking rules. they're awesome and fucking great kids. but for whatever reason it kind of bums me out that other bands look and sound like they're really trying hard to look and sound like native. what rules about them in the first place is that they're all so about being themselves. so imitating them, though it's totally understandable because they rule, comes off as shallow and desperate. that's what cowboy motif was starting to do after we got home last summer and it was just kind of uncomfortable. it was fun but it didn't feel right. and now that i'm seeing bands like sleep patterns totally do that and recycle that sound that happens to be coming out of the midwest right now makes me kind of dissappointed in what the diy scene is coming up with all of a sudden. we've created a monster!!
still, the show tonight was killer. i saw everyone i wanted to see except andy. idk if he was even there. it was pretty packed though. i was amped on it. we got so fucked up before we went which was nice cause it's been a while since i've been to a show and all that. i can't tell if i'm being shitty by holing up in my room when we have guests, but i feel like being around them makes them uncomfortable anyway. i have little to nothing to say to any of them. so i usually just say something stupid or ridiculous and goof out about it until they walk away. which is a process i guess i'm just circumventing by coming up here. there's only a few people i want to see right now and none of them are here. they are:
alyssa
kelsey
justin justin
john
fuck this. they're playing purple rain downstairs. i feel like an old man. all i want to do is work on early bats. our sound is coming along slowly but surely. i'm really excited for the next couple months. i was pumped to talk to harrison tonight. he started a new band with his room mates called Staph. like the infection. a big group of people just filed out of my house finally. awesome news. not stoked for cleanup. anyway, i feel like a kindred spirit with harrison. cynical and frustrated. party on garth. early bats has cello, guitar, drums/sampler, guitar/drum as of right now and it sounded pretty cool on wednesday. we actually worked on writing music instead of jamming and recording it. i dont know what crowd we're going to play to. its funny but even though i think this house party scene around here needs some more original flavors, i feel like nobody wants anything much else than the native-sound or early hot cross sounding stuff. dissonant major chords with tapping over it is swiftly becoming a cliche. i really hate to say that. talk about a burn-out. the only source of respite is that it still does and will always sound fucking awesome. i'm happy to bear witness to the cool ass musical shit that's going on right now. i wish really big bands played house shows. no i dont.
because seriously beck sucks.
and i guess i'm probably a total dick for being so intolerant of other peoples' musical tastes. i think native fucking rules. they're awesome and fucking great kids. but for whatever reason it kind of bums me out that other bands look and sound like they're really trying hard to look and sound like native. what rules about them in the first place is that they're all so about being themselves. so imitating them, though it's totally understandable because they rule, comes off as shallow and desperate. that's what cowboy motif was starting to do after we got home last summer and it was just kind of uncomfortable. it was fun but it didn't feel right. and now that i'm seeing bands like sleep patterns totally do that and recycle that sound that happens to be coming out of the midwest right now makes me kind of dissappointed in what the diy scene is coming up with all of a sudden. we've created a monster!!
still, the show tonight was killer. i saw everyone i wanted to see except andy. idk if he was even there. it was pretty packed though. i was amped on it. we got so fucked up before we went which was nice cause it's been a while since i've been to a show and all that. i can't tell if i'm being shitty by holing up in my room when we have guests, but i feel like being around them makes them uncomfortable anyway. i have little to nothing to say to any of them. so i usually just say something stupid or ridiculous and goof out about it until they walk away. which is a process i guess i'm just circumventing by coming up here. there's only a few people i want to see right now and none of them are here. they are:
alyssa
kelsey
justin justin
john
fuck this. they're playing purple rain downstairs. i feel like an old man. all i want to do is work on early bats. our sound is coming along slowly but surely. i'm really excited for the next couple months. i was pumped to talk to harrison tonight. he started a new band with his room mates called Staph. like the infection. a big group of people just filed out of my house finally. awesome news. not stoked for cleanup. anyway, i feel like a kindred spirit with harrison. cynical and frustrated. party on garth. early bats has cello, guitar, drums/sampler, guitar/drum as of right now and it sounded pretty cool on wednesday. we actually worked on writing music instead of jamming and recording it. i dont know what crowd we're going to play to. its funny but even though i think this house party scene around here needs some more original flavors, i feel like nobody wants anything much else than the native-sound or early hot cross sounding stuff. dissonant major chords with tapping over it is swiftly becoming a cliche. i really hate to say that. talk about a burn-out. the only source of respite is that it still does and will always sound fucking awesome. i'm happy to bear witness to the cool ass musical shit that's going on right now. i wish really big bands played house shows. no i dont.