He's lookin for a home....
I am the King of all I see, my kingdom for a Voice....
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This actually happened a million years ago, but i'm so busy/lazy that i didn't write it down until now.
so...i went to a concert!!! i haven't been to a concert since gods know when. steve asked me what the last concert i went to was and I honestly couldnt' remember. that's how long ago and sad the whole thing is. but my sexy new romanian grad school buddy, Anca, had two extra white stripes tickets and so I said, fuck yeah!!! steve decided to come with me and i thought i'd have a blast.
which i did.
except for the part where i was sick as a dog. I actually lost my voice the night before the concert. the whole day was "the best worst day ever" as I decidely coined it. i woke up and had to go do my GSI stuff since it was friday. I have two office hours and two labs that day. this friday, however, i had to cover one of Jeff's office hours cuz he had family drama. I didnt' mind, but the fact that I lost my voice made the whole thing suck even more. On top of that, usually lab is in the comp lab, the kids work on their lab and I walked around and help them. THIS Friday, however, was the only friday so far where we were having a discussion section. the kids were working on problem sets and earlier that week somebody had warned us that having the kids work in groups didn't go over too well, that it was better to do it all as a class. That means that I pretty much had to lecture for three hours straight with NO VOICE! (discussion, lecture whatever) so how's that for fun?!
well, it kind of worked. the kids were somewhat frustrated becuase they could barely hear me, i sounded absolutely stupid and jeff's lab seemed even more pissed off that jeff had been replaced by me. but you know what? screw 'em!
then sal and his parents came and got devi. they were douches, as usual. made snotty comments about the house. didn't want to do anything special or fun around town or with me. pretty much just wanted to come get devi and leave right away.
steve came soon after so we could go to the concert. i had no voice left by then, barely whispers. i didn't dress up. i went in the same Michigan Mathematics hooded sweatshirt I wore to school. I think i had glasses on.
we drove for a while, i kept begging for tea. we got off at an exit and went into the most fancy snazzy drive thru i've ever seen. it was a tunnel pretty much, all kinds of paint and textures. some high falutin starbucks, steve wondered aloud, "can we smoke in here?" he grilled them all abou their tea selection, drove the girls crazy. i ordered something that was too hot to drink until we were just about to the masonic theatre, meaning i barely drank any of it before i had to give it up to go inside. best worst day ever, I tell you. we had a hard time finding the road, temple street, lodge, hahahaaa...hilarous. we were making mason jokes the whole way there (it's nice when you can do that with somebody)
masonic temple is pretty. i could see hadit above the stage. we took our seats. forget waiting for a t shirt. i mean, hell the line was HUGE. i mean, christ, it's just leo's little brother.
that's what cracks me up about the white stripes. I mean, i dig on their musick, totally, and especially after that show, I have a new found respect and lust for meg. But I never had to suffer rockstar vision with jack cuz i'll always remember him as leo's little brother. I remember waaaaay back in the day when Gordy tossed a cd at me from across the table at his old house and said, "this is R's little brother's band, let's listen" and we all went, "awwwwwwwww, how sweet. good luck to them." I remember the first time I heard them on a radio station and being shocked/proud that they were getting air time. and by the time he was on MTV, it had become a sort of a joke. because i never thought to myself, damn, there's jack white. i always thought of him as r's little brother.
so, here I am, stuck at this concert, and I can't even cheer or sing along because I have no voice. have YOU ever been to a concert where you coudln't say anything? it's really weird!!! i felt bad that I couldn't give the energy the way i normally would, setting up into that continous feedback loop between the audience and the performers...feeding off them feeding off us...cheers and screams, singing along...all i could do was clap and mouth along.
anca said it best when she described it as, "jack rocks and meg rolls." i dug on watching jack pace the stage, switching from one instrument to the next. you have to give props to a musickian who isn't stuck in one loop. he did seem a little cocky though, not so much into being "home". like he's too cool for detroit now. making jokes about kwame. like he's beyond where he's come from. how shoudl i know, i've never met the boy, but that's the vibe I got.
but i will say: jack, sir, what a lovely xylophone you play (i know it's probably not called a xylophone, it's the big wooden ones that orchestra's have)
meg was hot though. i have this unbridled lust for girl drummers and she fit the bill perfectly. i coudln't hlep but think naughty thoughts while i watched her bounce up and down on her stool behind her kit. she's fantastic, i wanna take her home. cute voice, nice curves. she can sooo keep a beat, and who doesn't love a girl that can move with rhythm?
i had a few moments, watching jack pace around on stage, especially after his hat came off where I could see similarities to leo. same stalking gate, kinda cat like, those crazy curls. jack's a little thicker than his brother. i found myself wondering if leo looks like that when he's rockin out. does leo rock out??? i may never know!!
all and all it was a kick ass concert, even if i had to take it in silence. like i said, best worst day ever.
i knew i'd get sicker by goin gand i knew that it would give me a headache. i didn't think i'd pass out on steve in ram's horn, clutching my head and moaning about my throat and the lack of tea. thank the gods he was there or i never would have made it back alive.
anyway, there's a tons of things that have happened between last entry and this one, that i felt i should write about, white stripes was one of them.
stay tuned for:
~david lynch/cathy the superbabysitter
~me being a stupid ass at school and the horrible week of exams
~devi being beautiful and also scaring me with more red guy talk
~roommate drama (they tried to kick me out)
~uhhhhh i forgot the rest
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This actually happened a million years ago, but i'm so busy/lazy that i didn't write it down until now.
so...i went to a concert!!! i haven't been to a concert since gods know when. steve asked me what the last concert i went to was and I honestly couldnt' remember. that's how long ago and sad the whole thing is. but my sexy new romanian grad school buddy, Anca, had two extra white stripes tickets and so I said, fuck yeah!!! steve decided to come with me and i thought i'd have a blast.
which i did.
except for the part where i was sick as a dog. I actually lost my voice the night before the concert. the whole day was "the best worst day ever" as I decidely coined it. i woke up and had to go do my GSI stuff since it was friday. I have two office hours and two labs that day. this friday, however, i had to cover one of Jeff's office hours cuz he had family drama. I didnt' mind, but the fact that I lost my voice made the whole thing suck even more. On top of that, usually lab is in the comp lab, the kids work on their lab and I walked around and help them. THIS Friday, however, was the only friday so far where we were having a discussion section. the kids were working on problem sets and earlier that week somebody had warned us that having the kids work in groups didn't go over too well, that it was better to do it all as a class. That means that I pretty much had to lecture for three hours straight with NO VOICE! (discussion, lecture whatever) so how's that for fun?!
well, it kind of worked. the kids were somewhat frustrated becuase they could barely hear me, i sounded absolutely stupid and jeff's lab seemed even more pissed off that jeff had been replaced by me. but you know what? screw 'em!
then sal and his parents came and got devi. they were douches, as usual. made snotty comments about the house. didn't want to do anything special or fun around town or with me. pretty much just wanted to come get devi and leave right away.
steve came soon after so we could go to the concert. i had no voice left by then, barely whispers. i didn't dress up. i went in the same Michigan Mathematics hooded sweatshirt I wore to school. I think i had glasses on.
we drove for a while, i kept begging for tea. we got off at an exit and went into the most fancy snazzy drive thru i've ever seen. it was a tunnel pretty much, all kinds of paint and textures. some high falutin starbucks, steve wondered aloud, "can we smoke in here?" he grilled them all abou their tea selection, drove the girls crazy. i ordered something that was too hot to drink until we were just about to the masonic theatre, meaning i barely drank any of it before i had to give it up to go inside. best worst day ever, I tell you. we had a hard time finding the road, temple street, lodge, hahahaaa...hilarous. we were making mason jokes the whole way there (it's nice when you can do that with somebody)
masonic temple is pretty. i could see hadit above the stage. we took our seats. forget waiting for a t shirt. i mean, hell the line was HUGE. i mean, christ, it's just leo's little brother.
that's what cracks me up about the white stripes. I mean, i dig on their musick, totally, and especially after that show, I have a new found respect and lust for meg. But I never had to suffer rockstar vision with jack cuz i'll always remember him as leo's little brother. I remember waaaaay back in the day when Gordy tossed a cd at me from across the table at his old house and said, "this is R's little brother's band, let's listen" and we all went, "awwwwwwwww, how sweet. good luck to them." I remember the first time I heard them on a radio station and being shocked/proud that they were getting air time. and by the time he was on MTV, it had become a sort of a joke. because i never thought to myself, damn, there's jack white. i always thought of him as r's little brother.
so, here I am, stuck at this concert, and I can't even cheer or sing along because I have no voice. have YOU ever been to a concert where you coudln't say anything? it's really weird!!! i felt bad that I couldn't give the energy the way i normally would, setting up into that continous feedback loop between the audience and the performers...feeding off them feeding off us...cheers and screams, singing along...all i could do was clap and mouth along.
anca said it best when she described it as, "jack rocks and meg rolls." i dug on watching jack pace the stage, switching from one instrument to the next. you have to give props to a musickian who isn't stuck in one loop. he did seem a little cocky though, not so much into being "home". like he's too cool for detroit now. making jokes about kwame. like he's beyond where he's come from. how shoudl i know, i've never met the boy, but that's the vibe I got.
but i will say: jack, sir, what a lovely xylophone you play (i know it's probably not called a xylophone, it's the big wooden ones that orchestra's have)
meg was hot though. i have this unbridled lust for girl drummers and she fit the bill perfectly. i coudln't hlep but think naughty thoughts while i watched her bounce up and down on her stool behind her kit. she's fantastic, i wanna take her home. cute voice, nice curves. she can sooo keep a beat, and who doesn't love a girl that can move with rhythm?
i had a few moments, watching jack pace around on stage, especially after his hat came off where I could see similarities to leo. same stalking gate, kinda cat like, those crazy curls. jack's a little thicker than his brother. i found myself wondering if leo looks like that when he's rockin out. does leo rock out??? i may never know!!
all and all it was a kick ass concert, even if i had to take it in silence. like i said, best worst day ever.
i knew i'd get sicker by goin gand i knew that it would give me a headache. i didn't think i'd pass out on steve in ram's horn, clutching my head and moaning about my throat and the lack of tea. thank the gods he was there or i never would have made it back alive.
anyway, there's a tons of things that have happened between last entry and this one, that i felt i should write about, white stripes was one of them.
stay tuned for:
~david lynch/cathy the superbabysitter
~me being a stupid ass at school and the horrible week of exams
~devi being beautiful and also scaring me with more red guy talk
~roommate drama (they tried to kick me out)
~uhhhhh i forgot the rest