my night & tour dates
James cut and colored his hair a light shade of red-burgundy. it's way better than the stark black he had before, and more vibrant than the dull brown/brunette he was also thinking about, which would have looked good only if he put highlights and which i myself used. i don't like coloring my eyebrows, and they go along well with the hair anyway, but i did wax and tweeze them somewhat. i had almost forgotten the difference it made as it's not my regular habit. and the little makeup i had on, made me look even prettier and suited the rest of me. i had a kind of monochromatic outfit - black leather pants, green-colored shirt with white short sleeves, powerful pointy-toed boots in case anything happened; there's 5" people for you. nothing more extravagant since it would have been wasted.
we ate a light dinner at Cafe Instanbul. i have to admit, i did not think Turkish restaurants - real ones - even existed. i thought preservation of Eastern cultural cuisine as well as environment ended with Asian restaurants. the food was good, and the people were generally (sub)urbanish, not too old or rednecky. another suprise for me was that the belly dancer we had was not Turkish. damn politics. nonetheless, i took it with amusement. this particular lady was beautiful but rude. i left a tip anyway; i have a strange relationship with money/gifts since i'm generous unless feeling bad.
James showed me a Turkish bong (or hookah) that reminded me of the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland and we smoked flavored tobacco. damn the cherry and mint! at one point i couldn't take being dizzy any longer and passed out. i woke up in his car about half an hour later.
and then we went to see Fischerspooner.
we were early - with events like these we are if possible - but Mr. Casey Spooner was late. i explained to James that adaptable, thrill-seeking people who enjoy unpredictable environments - including a majority of other artists - are spontaneous and less aware of time, though are impatient with others.
anyway, the Eleven50 club was gorgeous. unlike James, i had not been very familiar with FS songs and i did not love or even like all of them, but the performances themselves were incredible. i was amazed at the chameleon quality of CS; he looked totally different from one scene to the next. frat boys from the 99x radio station and their stage diving/crowd surfing mosh pit were trying to compete with that of CS and his mom; otherwise the vitality, passion and excitement in the mingling were reminiscent of the commune i grew up in, minus the hippies. i was relieved that i didn't pass out again, and realized the episode was a preparation for the feverish and fierce concert. jamesexual has other details in his review, and here are pictures.
p.s. - tour dates
we ate a light dinner at Cafe Instanbul. i have to admit, i did not think Turkish restaurants - real ones - even existed. i thought preservation of Eastern cultural cuisine as well as environment ended with Asian restaurants. the food was good, and the people were generally (sub)urbanish, not too old or rednecky. another suprise for me was that the belly dancer we had was not Turkish. damn politics. nonetheless, i took it with amusement. this particular lady was beautiful but rude. i left a tip anyway; i have a strange relationship with money/gifts since i'm generous unless feeling bad.
James showed me a Turkish bong (or hookah) that reminded me of the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland and we smoked flavored tobacco. damn the cherry and mint! at one point i couldn't take being dizzy any longer and passed out. i woke up in his car about half an hour later.
and then we went to see Fischerspooner.
we were early - with events like these we are if possible - but Mr. Casey Spooner was late. i explained to James that adaptable, thrill-seeking people who enjoy unpredictable environments - including a majority of other artists - are spontaneous and less aware of time, though are impatient with others.
anyway, the Eleven50 club was gorgeous. unlike James, i had not been very familiar with FS songs and i did not love or even like all of them, but the performances themselves were incredible. i was amazed at the chameleon quality of CS; he looked totally different from one scene to the next. frat boys from the 99x radio station and their stage diving/crowd surfing mosh pit were trying to compete with that of CS and his mom; otherwise the vitality, passion and excitement in the mingling were reminiscent of the commune i grew up in, minus the hippies. i was relieved that i didn't pass out again, and realized the episode was a preparation for the feverish and fierce concert. jamesexual has other details in his review, and here are pictures.
p.s. - tour dates