My heroes have always been madmen
Updatey time!
The Saturday after Labor day I got a call early morning from a former co-worker of mine. She wanted help moving. I'm used to those sorta requests, cause I'm pretty well suited to picking things up, and putting them down. The exciting part was that it wasn't so much helping her move, as it was a police escorted evacuation. It seems that la policia are legally obligated to oversee these sort of things when restraining orders are filed.
Yesterday dgenerator came through with last minute tickets to the Nick Cave show, which was damn good.
The opening act, however, sucked. Imagine, if you will, the remaining members of The Doors getting together, doing a bunch of quaaludes, de-tuning their instruments, and deciding to cover the Dead Man soundtrack, except they can only remember it in thirty second chunks. So they repeat those chunks, ad nauseam, for around five minutes, before they remember the next thirty seconds. Repeat this six times or so, broken only by the lead singer differentiating the chunks with laughably bad song names (the one that sticks out is "And the Bees Make Honey in the Lion's Skull") and you have another brick in my theory that most musicians pick opening acts that are so bad that they can't help but look like gods in comparison. I view opening acts as a sort of purgation, both in the sense of going through something unpleasant for something better later, and in the sense that it's like having leeches stuck to you.
Cave, as noted above, was freaking awesome. He danced, pranced, acted like a freak, wore hats that people in the crowd gave to him, and sported a 'stache that was somehow creepier than dismalsportfan's. He was equal parts lounge singer, revivalist preacher, madman, and 2% butterscotch ripple.
They hit a good range of the older and newer stuff. Nothing like a club full of people singing 'The Mercy Seat,' or 'Red Right Hand.' Highlight of the evening, though, was the live version of 'Deanna.' The amount of energy and emotion and raw noise in it was something to behold. I was a happy little piggy that they closed out the main set with 'Papa Won't Leave You, Henry,' and the encore with 'Stagger Lee.'
In nerd news:
I've started playing W:AR with the old crowd, mostly thanks to hypehavoc's magical genie powers of making my computer run again, and able to eke out enough get up and go to run the game.
Went to PAX when monkmunk and dismalsportfan were in town. Can't say I'm much for conventions, but it was interesting to see all the games. And seeing dgenerator get up in front of a crowd and sneeringly rock out (via Guitar Hero World Tour) to Bon Jovi's 'Livin On A Prayer' was worth the cost of admission. I understand there is video of this, as well.
Aside from all that, my little brother may be coming up to see me in November, to which I very much look forward to.
So yeah, there you have it.
The Saturday after Labor day I got a call early morning from a former co-worker of mine. She wanted help moving. I'm used to those sorta requests, cause I'm pretty well suited to picking things up, and putting them down. The exciting part was that it wasn't so much helping her move, as it was a police escorted evacuation. It seems that la policia are legally obligated to oversee these sort of things when restraining orders are filed.
Yesterday dgenerator came through with last minute tickets to the Nick Cave show, which was damn good.
The opening act, however, sucked. Imagine, if you will, the remaining members of The Doors getting together, doing a bunch of quaaludes, de-tuning their instruments, and deciding to cover the Dead Man soundtrack, except they can only remember it in thirty second chunks. So they repeat those chunks, ad nauseam, for around five minutes, before they remember the next thirty seconds. Repeat this six times or so, broken only by the lead singer differentiating the chunks with laughably bad song names (the one that sticks out is "And the Bees Make Honey in the Lion's Skull") and you have another brick in my theory that most musicians pick opening acts that are so bad that they can't help but look like gods in comparison. I view opening acts as a sort of purgation, both in the sense of going through something unpleasant for something better later, and in the sense that it's like having leeches stuck to you.
Cave, as noted above, was freaking awesome. He danced, pranced, acted like a freak, wore hats that people in the crowd gave to him, and sported a 'stache that was somehow creepier than dismalsportfan's. He was equal parts lounge singer, revivalist preacher, madman, and 2% butterscotch ripple.
They hit a good range of the older and newer stuff. Nothing like a club full of people singing 'The Mercy Seat,' or 'Red Right Hand.' Highlight of the evening, though, was the live version of 'Deanna.' The amount of energy and emotion and raw noise in it was something to behold. I was a happy little piggy that they closed out the main set with 'Papa Won't Leave You, Henry,' and the encore with 'Stagger Lee.'
In nerd news:
I've started playing W:AR with the old crowd, mostly thanks to hypehavoc's magical genie powers of making my computer run again, and able to eke out enough get up and go to run the game.
Went to PAX when monkmunk and dismalsportfan were in town. Can't say I'm much for conventions, but it was interesting to see all the games. And seeing dgenerator get up in front of a crowd and sneeringly rock out (via Guitar Hero World Tour) to Bon Jovi's 'Livin On A Prayer' was worth the cost of admission. I understand there is video of this, as well.
Aside from all that, my little brother may be coming up to see me in November, to which I very much look forward to.
So yeah, there you have it.