Pool Hall Mayhem
So my weekend is picking up already. Eventhough it's only friday.
SO FIRST WEDNESDAY!
On Wednesday I went to Cursive. Unlike Sian I don't really have a long story for every show I go to. I went with Sara, Shwab and some other Huntridge crew. We got there for the end of Mike Park (who sung a song called don't sit next to me just because I'm Asian, which included lyrics about him purposely filling in wrong answers on a Scantron so that three guys around him failed their High School Proficiencies then filling in the right answers after they turned theirs in). After that me and Sara wandered while I desperately tried to find someone with worthwhile conversation. Ryan was there but he looked too stoned to talk. I talked to him for a bit but he started screaming my name really loud...so I walked away. Then Planes Mistaken for Stars started. They're boring to me. Too metal and their voices sound funny. A couple indie kids attempted their slam dancing in the pits and all the DFC (Die First Crew) kids sort of just stared angrily at their failed attempts. So that was sort of entertaining. Then I wandered around some more and saw Jessica and Virginia and Ashley and Lindsay. Now I was not at all shocked to see the show whores there. Ashley and Lindsay are at every show in Las Vegas that does not involve screaming or rap. It angers me, because while Cursive played they just sort of stood their and looked pissed that the crowd didn't move. So anyway. After PMFS, the spoken word poet, Saul Williams, came on. Now Saul (pronounced Soul)Williams is perhaps one of the most open minded people I have ever encountered. His views are so extreme that you can't help but listen. Most people didn't though. Why would indie kids give a fuck about politics? Fuckers. I encourage any American to read his poetry. It's fucking awesome.
After him came Cursive. Now most people at shows are there to see the lead band and at most every show where the main band has had air-time on Fuse or MTV, only about 50% of the people there know over 40% of their songs. So when they announced that they were going to play old stuff or stuff that they didn't normally play, people sounded pissed. Hell, even I was a little miffed because I only know a few songs from Such Blinding Stars for Such Starving Eyes and The Early Storms of Summer. I got through alright though, because I knew most of their songs, but the crowd didn't, and you know indie kids: they don't care how good the song is, they just care if they know it or not. It makes them feel superior or something. So it didn't really kick in to the crowd until near the end. Even then it was still slow and melodic motions of the people. Until the encore. The encore was probably the most refreshing thing I'd heard all night. They brought out a horns section to play Art is Hard and Sink to the Beat. It was sooo fucking cool. They played some of their best songs. My voice went sore from screaming lyrics and I got a rash on my neck cause Ryan kept grabbing the back of my shirt. God that kid looks like a vulcan. If I was a chick, I woulda creamed myself from watching Cursive.
THEN CAME YESTERDAY.
After school yesterday me, Tiff, Karla and Urte went to Pool Sharks to celebrate the end of the year. It was pretty dull for awhile. We just a couple games and I lost soo bad because of Karla (that girl takes good shots lined up for us and turns them in to great shots lined up for them). So we got bored and walked and got pizza from that Italian place down the street from Pool Sharks. Once again we gave the chick from Russia an enormous tip because Urte has a thing for ex-Soviets.
So then we went back and there on the table next to us was a lone kid wearing a The Used t-shirt with a lip ring and black emo-hair. So of course...my first thought was a screamo kid about 16-17. But we played on and we had to keep Urte and Tiffany's eyes off him. So we started getting bored again when the kid in The Used tee asked us if we wanted to play a team game. Urte and him versus me and Karla and Tiff (the two girls switched off because they both SUCK at billiards. No offense meant...but c'mon...its not hard to make a slop shot when the ball is perfectly lined up). So for the first 2 games he seemed sort of dodgy and reclusive because he kept his headphones on and kept pretty much quiet. Finally after awhile though he relinquished the info that he used to play in the band "The Silence" who my sister saw at Smoothie King a couple times. So after awhile he loosened up and turned out to be a fucking funny guy. He was really sarcastically funny. The girls didn't really take to that because sarcasm is like 75% truth. So he's an asshole, but he's a fucking hilarious asshole. Oh well. I shot pretty well against him. When I got a Triple-rail-Double-slop he "initiated" me by burning my hand with his cigarette (he had put his out on his hand and was told by Karla that that was how Blood's [sp?] initiated their members). So now I have a badass little purple burn. I also put one out on my tongue which didn't hurt.
Well...my arm is going out again so it's getting harder to type...toodles.
SO FIRST WEDNESDAY!
On Wednesday I went to Cursive. Unlike Sian I don't really have a long story for every show I go to. I went with Sara, Shwab and some other Huntridge crew. We got there for the end of Mike Park (who sung a song called don't sit next to me just because I'm Asian, which included lyrics about him purposely filling in wrong answers on a Scantron so that three guys around him failed their High School Proficiencies then filling in the right answers after they turned theirs in). After that me and Sara wandered while I desperately tried to find someone with worthwhile conversation. Ryan was there but he looked too stoned to talk. I talked to him for a bit but he started screaming my name really loud...so I walked away. Then Planes Mistaken for Stars started. They're boring to me. Too metal and their voices sound funny. A couple indie kids attempted their slam dancing in the pits and all the DFC (Die First Crew) kids sort of just stared angrily at their failed attempts. So that was sort of entertaining. Then I wandered around some more and saw Jessica and Virginia and Ashley and Lindsay. Now I was not at all shocked to see the show whores there. Ashley and Lindsay are at every show in Las Vegas that does not involve screaming or rap. It angers me, because while Cursive played they just sort of stood their and looked pissed that the crowd didn't move. So anyway. After PMFS, the spoken word poet, Saul Williams, came on. Now Saul (pronounced Soul)Williams is perhaps one of the most open minded people I have ever encountered. His views are so extreme that you can't help but listen. Most people didn't though. Why would indie kids give a fuck about politics? Fuckers. I encourage any American to read his poetry. It's fucking awesome.
After him came Cursive. Now most people at shows are there to see the lead band and at most every show where the main band has had air-time on Fuse or MTV, only about 50% of the people there know over 40% of their songs. So when they announced that they were going to play old stuff or stuff that they didn't normally play, people sounded pissed. Hell, even I was a little miffed because I only know a few songs from Such Blinding Stars for Such Starving Eyes and The Early Storms of Summer. I got through alright though, because I knew most of their songs, but the crowd didn't, and you know indie kids: they don't care how good the song is, they just care if they know it or not. It makes them feel superior or something. So it didn't really kick in to the crowd until near the end. Even then it was still slow and melodic motions of the people. Until the encore. The encore was probably the most refreshing thing I'd heard all night. They brought out a horns section to play Art is Hard and Sink to the Beat. It was sooo fucking cool. They played some of their best songs. My voice went sore from screaming lyrics and I got a rash on my neck cause Ryan kept grabbing the back of my shirt. God that kid looks like a vulcan. If I was a chick, I woulda creamed myself from watching Cursive.
THEN CAME YESTERDAY.
After school yesterday me, Tiff, Karla and Urte went to Pool Sharks to celebrate the end of the year. It was pretty dull for awhile. We just a couple games and I lost soo bad because of Karla (that girl takes good shots lined up for us and turns them in to great shots lined up for them). So we got bored and walked and got pizza from that Italian place down the street from Pool Sharks. Once again we gave the chick from Russia an enormous tip because Urte has a thing for ex-Soviets.
So then we went back and there on the table next to us was a lone kid wearing a The Used t-shirt with a lip ring and black emo-hair. So of course...my first thought was a screamo kid about 16-17. But we played on and we had to keep Urte and Tiffany's eyes off him. So we started getting bored again when the kid in The Used tee asked us if we wanted to play a team game. Urte and him versus me and Karla and Tiff (the two girls switched off because they both SUCK at billiards. No offense meant...but c'mon...its not hard to make a slop shot when the ball is perfectly lined up). So for the first 2 games he seemed sort of dodgy and reclusive because he kept his headphones on and kept pretty much quiet. Finally after awhile though he relinquished the info that he used to play in the band "The Silence" who my sister saw at Smoothie King a couple times. So after awhile he loosened up and turned out to be a fucking funny guy. He was really sarcastically funny. The girls didn't really take to that because sarcasm is like 75% truth. So he's an asshole, but he's a fucking hilarious asshole. Oh well. I shot pretty well against him. When I got a Triple-rail-Double-slop he "initiated" me by burning my hand with his cigarette (he had put his out on his hand and was told by Karla that that was how Blood's [sp?] initiated their members). So now I have a badass little purple burn. I also put one out on my tongue which didn't hurt.
Well...my arm is going out again so it's getting harder to type...toodles.