Work It Harder Make It Better Do It Better Makes Us Stronger
Man. Aliza's being older than me makes me feel weird. Oh well. Material note: My birthday is coming up. I don't expect presents, i never do, but every now and then people get me something anyway. If you do, for whatever reason, feel like spending money on me, get me a Daft Punk CD. "Human After All" or "Robot Rock" would be preferrable. I am currently looping the seven or so songs of theirs that I have with the volume far to loud. So good. Damn Interstellar 5555 for reminding me they exist.
So, anyway. Here comes the boring journal part.
Yesterday i got a decent amount done. I wrote up to near the end of the first D&D encounter into a fantasy story format. If i can keep up with what we play (which i doubt) i'll have myself a novel. God knows what i'd do with it. But it's good so far. Creative liberties aside, the story's pretty damn awesome. Steve and Matt put a lot of work into the campaign, and i'm attempting to write something that reflects that.
Checked out of school early and took a 3:40 train into the city. Made it to Aliza's apartment with no problems, barring asking a MTA worker for directions once and getting ask by a guy who looked like he was on crack "Do you ahve any iced coffee, man?" Kinda odd. New York is such a fun/notfun place, really. I think my aversion to cities is lessening, thought not enough to make me want to live in one. I enjoy it in small doses, though.
After spending a few hours at her apartment we went down to the village and walked about for about 20 minutes before finding Don Hills. We went in through what we thought was the back door, due to the fact that it was next to the stage and there was nobody taking tickets. We got there a little after 8:00, which was when the website said the show started. We sat around for about half an hour, watching four or five people come in and out and commenting on how shitty the place looked. Eventually one of the guys hanging around asked us to go out and then come back in in five minutes. We did so, this time having our names crossed off of a ticket list. The place was dark when we got back in.
That was around 8:40. We sat back down and waited. There was no one there around our age - most were between 20 and 30, by the looks of it. There weren't that many people. The crappy couch we sat on was, i believe, the worst chair currently in existance. I bitched and moaned a lot, Aliza said we should just wait. Eventually (9:15ish) the first band came on. Deco-project, i believe. They were actually pretty good. Decent rockmetal, a little unoriginal, but some solid guitar and bass. I'd the the lyrics were good, except the guy on sound decided to max out the bass and lower the feed from the main mic. I mean to the extent that the shitty candles strewn "artistically" around the place were moving with the bass. But the five songs that Deco-project played were decent. They ended the set with a "Hotel California" cover that was pretty damn good. Seriously damn good. Really.
Anyway, after that it was another 40 minutes until the next set started. In between we were treated to high-bass versions of NIN and some completely random songs. It was kind of amusing to watch the people. They were all working on getting shitfaced and randomly yelling at people. We just sat there and were bored for a while. By 9:45ish the next set started, Friends of Bill Wilson. Or Ben Wilson. One of the two, Aliza knows, i don't remember. Think either a better, heavier Nickelback or a shittier, heavier Incubus. It wasn't bad. They played a five song set (with too much bass, of course) and rocking out occured. They finished and we left.
Yes, we left before the headlining band came on. Both of us had listened to the mp3s of 54 Visions and agreed that it sucked. But the Bassist for Deco-Project and FoBW was pretty cool. It was amusing, mainly because he waqs also working around the club (he marked off tickets and such). And, of course, it's always fun to watch tall, indie-looking people play metal riffs while doing the crazy high-step across the stage that is either a tribute to Angus Young or just necessary to keep form tripping on the cords. Anyway, it wasn't bad. Not nearly worth spending 3.5 hours in shitty seats, but whatever. I got to spend time with Aliza, she got to listen to me bitch a lot. It all worked out.
We went back to her apartment, stopping along the way at Grand Central to hit the food court (which was closed) and a Diner (which was open). the cool thing about eating dinner around midnight is that you aren't hungry when you wake up at 8:30. She went to class (well, to her bus to class, which she missed. sad.) And i took NJT back home. And got home. And did things, and then wrote this. Damn, wasn't that interesting.
It was a good night, on the whole. If i had payed for the tickets i would have been seriously pissed. But i didn't, so it's alright. Daft Punk makes me head-bob and move jerkily. I am like a dancer except not graceful! I found out that they are two french men who think they are robots, which makes it all the more awesome. Seriously so.
Nothing else to say. Nothing to say in the first place. I should either nap or get to work on something, but i probably won't. Or I will. Life is weird, you know?
I want to be a writer. Doubt it will happen, but i do want to be one. Just in case you didn't know.
Buy It Use It Break It Fix It
So, anyway. Here comes the boring journal part.
Yesterday i got a decent amount done. I wrote up to near the end of the first D&D encounter into a fantasy story format. If i can keep up with what we play (which i doubt) i'll have myself a novel. God knows what i'd do with it. But it's good so far. Creative liberties aside, the story's pretty damn awesome. Steve and Matt put a lot of work into the campaign, and i'm attempting to write something that reflects that.
Checked out of school early and took a 3:40 train into the city. Made it to Aliza's apartment with no problems, barring asking a MTA worker for directions once and getting ask by a guy who looked like he was on crack "Do you ahve any iced coffee, man?" Kinda odd. New York is such a fun/notfun place, really. I think my aversion to cities is lessening, thought not enough to make me want to live in one. I enjoy it in small doses, though.
After spending a few hours at her apartment we went down to the village and walked about for about 20 minutes before finding Don Hills. We went in through what we thought was the back door, due to the fact that it was next to the stage and there was nobody taking tickets. We got there a little after 8:00, which was when the website said the show started. We sat around for about half an hour, watching four or five people come in and out and commenting on how shitty the place looked. Eventually one of the guys hanging around asked us to go out and then come back in in five minutes. We did so, this time having our names crossed off of a ticket list. The place was dark when we got back in.
That was around 8:40. We sat back down and waited. There was no one there around our age - most were between 20 and 30, by the looks of it. There weren't that many people. The crappy couch we sat on was, i believe, the worst chair currently in existance. I bitched and moaned a lot, Aliza said we should just wait. Eventually (9:15ish) the first band came on. Deco-project, i believe. They were actually pretty good. Decent rockmetal, a little unoriginal, but some solid guitar and bass. I'd the the lyrics were good, except the guy on sound decided to max out the bass and lower the feed from the main mic. I mean to the extent that the shitty candles strewn "artistically" around the place were moving with the bass. But the five songs that Deco-project played were decent. They ended the set with a "Hotel California" cover that was pretty damn good. Seriously damn good. Really.
Anyway, after that it was another 40 minutes until the next set started. In between we were treated to high-bass versions of NIN and some completely random songs. It was kind of amusing to watch the people. They were all working on getting shitfaced and randomly yelling at people. We just sat there and were bored for a while. By 9:45ish the next set started, Friends of Bill Wilson. Or Ben Wilson. One of the two, Aliza knows, i don't remember. Think either a better, heavier Nickelback or a shittier, heavier Incubus. It wasn't bad. They played a five song set (with too much bass, of course) and rocking out occured. They finished and we left.
Yes, we left before the headlining band came on. Both of us had listened to the mp3s of 54 Visions and agreed that it sucked. But the Bassist for Deco-Project and FoBW was pretty cool. It was amusing, mainly because he waqs also working around the club (he marked off tickets and such). And, of course, it's always fun to watch tall, indie-looking people play metal riffs while doing the crazy high-step across the stage that is either a tribute to Angus Young or just necessary to keep form tripping on the cords. Anyway, it wasn't bad. Not nearly worth spending 3.5 hours in shitty seats, but whatever. I got to spend time with Aliza, she got to listen to me bitch a lot. It all worked out.
We went back to her apartment, stopping along the way at Grand Central to hit the food court (which was closed) and a Diner (which was open). the cool thing about eating dinner around midnight is that you aren't hungry when you wake up at 8:30. She went to class (well, to her bus to class, which she missed. sad.) And i took NJT back home. And got home. And did things, and then wrote this. Damn, wasn't that interesting.
It was a good night, on the whole. If i had payed for the tickets i would have been seriously pissed. But i didn't, so it's alright. Daft Punk makes me head-bob and move jerkily. I am like a dancer except not graceful! I found out that they are two french men who think they are robots, which makes it all the more awesome. Seriously so.
Nothing else to say. Nothing to say in the first place. I should either nap or get to work on something, but i probably won't. Or I will. Life is weird, you know?
I want to be a writer. Doubt it will happen, but i do want to be one. Just in case you didn't know.
Buy It Use It Break It Fix It