den haag motor rock
oh WOW
EVERYONE
tonight. was. unbelievable. as in, i actually can't believe what happened, happened.
first of all: i am drinking some weird spicy tea the english way with sugar and milk and listening to orange sunshine's speed
my day started out not-so-fantastic, but i'll cover that at the end.
i took the train to den haag on half a whim. two nights ago i'd received my first den haag underground e-mail and was perusing it, not what i expected, but excited none the less. i didn't feel like doing anything last night but i saw that a band called "the blues junkies" was playing (tonight) friday, so i gave them a listen and saw that "motorwolf" was on their top eight, so that made my decision. Motorwolf is the sort of..symbol or almost club or something of den haag's rock and roll underground. hm okay, it's a label. the guy, Guy, who i initially talked to from Orange Sunshine is the owner.
i accidentally got off at the wrong station, but it wasn't an issue. the place was next to empty and when i was approaching it this little maroon van (they're smallll here hahah) flitzed past me and parked in front. i saw some drums through the back window and then this enormously lanky metal-looking guy emerges from the little vehicle and makes eye contact. for some reason i'm just overwhelming with confidence and this unusual high degree of comfortability at this venue. i'm not intimidated by anyone, i have to laugh at myself about the doorman because he walks like he's the fucking shit and doesn't look in my eyes but i recognize it because i know it and i have to laugh.
it took forever for the blues junkies to start. their bassist was really rock and roll for here haha. long legs leather pants stripped dress jacket snakeskin boots. he was old, but i liked him. the metal-looking dude was the guitarist (figure). i don't know what i could categorize the crowd like, i think that this was some sort of punk-influenced bar, and there was a guy with a silver pompadour, a lot of people came in with zippered leather jackets, it was a strange mix of a lot of things but i was probably one of two people wearing colour.
there was a cute guy who looked pretty clean but you could tell he was there for the music and was in his place, you know, it wasn't like he was lost. he was intriguing because he was also alone.
i spent a lot of time leaning against things in my huge coat and cowboy boots and blue tights miniskirt and several layers of thin shirts.
i was really thirsty, but all i had was €1.40, and the cheapest drinks that i could see were all €1.50 but i ended up asking if he had anything under 1.40 and the only thing was tea. so to add to my blatant strangeness, here i am, this girl nobody in this tight-knit community has ever seen before, full out rock and roll gear, drinking a fucking tea by herself while everyone else is nursing their numerous beers. this guy i'm attracted to simply because he is so very much his own person comes in but i'm kind of cautious because his head is shaved, and there's a SHOCKING amount of nazi/racist sympathizers here.
the band finally goes up to at least begin to say hello to their instruments and then everything kind of stops. this guy walks in who is probably one of the most attractive human beings i have ever seen, he's wearing a motorwolf sweatshirt, his brown hair is long and wavy and he has facial structure that isn't sharp or super-defined, but that elusive amount (think of jim morrison's face?), i don't know how to explain it, but back when i was madly in love with mark toolan yeah he had that kind of face. ANYWAY, i notice that this is the first person all night to affect my confidence, and he kind of comes in like a semi-celebrity in this group of people. i try to ignore this slight decrease in my don't-give-a-shit game
the blues junkies are like the crowd (which has now at least tripled in size), a combination of punk rock, rock and roll, metal influences -- they get really nice and heavy, i prefer the slower parts because (a) they're more fun to dance to, (b) i feel like it gives the music a chance to be really good. they're not a band i'm going to absolutely rave about, their live show needs a little bit of help (how about facing the crowd occasionally, mr. leather panted rock stance bassist man?) but not much. i do a good bit of dancing, exchange a couple smiles with all my men (mentioned above).
a couple people wandered in by MISTAKE, it was surreal, they were just average fashiony clubbers, and it was just so painfully obvious that it was a mistake even when they came all the way in and walked to the bar, i don't know. i just found that strange.
all of them were great musicians. their extended solos were absolute treats and i had a really good time. they covered ghost riders in the sky, which they did in a really good new awesome way.
after an encore of two songs i began to gather my belongings. the skinhead guy hangs around so long i think he'll almost talk to me, i mean, he's been making eye-contact and smiling with me forever, he even said something about the drummer in my ear in dutch, but he can't garner up the testicles and he is first to go. next: the clean music lover, this actually made me laugh. he's looking at me and i look up and meet his eyes twice consecutively and somehow he doesn't really register this so the third i smile at him and he smiles and then realizes that i'm looking back at him. and when he leaves he's just fucking BEAMING at me, but i guess his testes can't be found, either, too bad.
okay before someone attacks me, i don't have an issue talking to guys in these situations, but i feel like this was their territory MUCH more than mine, this is their language and country, and i don't want to make advances in english, do you know?
i'm putting on my coat when incrediblehotman swings open the door and it pushes against my jacket so i look around to see him and he covers his mouth in mock "OH NO!" but keeps looking at me, now he's half-walking and still looking at me but behind the glass and i lock eyes with him and this massive wave of SEX passes between us and he moves like a wave back and i don't remember what we said but i think i told him i don't speak dutch oh yeah, he asks if i'm leaving and i say i don't know what else to do here and he says, Don't leave. and looks at me all intense, he's like, think about it, really.
haha
sooo
i stay. i look upstairs, there are all these board-games and leather couches and chairs. when i come back downstairs i shake the drummer's hand like i fucking know him and he winks at me and then i go up to the bassist and do the same thing and the guitarist is talking so then i'm corraled by incrediblehotman and his incrediblyattractivefriend. okay really, this is quite overwhelming. they are both so attractive and have some sort of strange status among this group. the blonde one wants to talk to me but the incrediblehotman is kind of doing the oh she's mine thing to him where he's whispering to me while the blonde one is trying to talk and telling me the blonde is silly, he's like a looney toon. hahah the blonde one takes a chunk of my hair and they both start talking about how they really like it, he's like, you've got the hippie thing going on and they're both touching my hair. the blonde says they're in a band together (AHH! oh the excitement at this is just too much.) and asks whether i know the blues junkies. (wow am i that good at this??)
and the ihm (i had to shorten "incrediblehotman") is really flirting, he asks me questions and then takes forever to understand my answer and i'm talking through his soft hair and our faces keep barely avoiding the other, there is so much sex bouncing off of ourselves i feel like we could just start kissing any second. he asks me who i am. like i'm someone. he tells me he thinks i'm really a very pretty girl. and i can't think, what am i supposed to say? i think you're the most attractive man i've ever seen? he tells me about this bar in delft that he's SHOCKED i haven't heard of, so i tell him i'm going to have him write it down and i go to get a pen and FINALLY the old rockers with the attitude problem are all smiling and winking at me. dancing or because somehow it appears as though i know these guys?
i give him my train ticket and he spends what seems like 10 minutes bent over it right in front of the speakers. when he finally hands it to me, he tells me he put his e-mail and his phone-number and he really would like to hear from me. he really wants to see me again. i look at him the way you do when you're radiating sex and i assure him we will see each other again. he keeps asking me to stay but i don't know what i'd do if i stayed, i don't drink and this sexual tension is so intense that i feel like it would just progress immediately (and i'm on my period) so i leave and shake the guitarist's hand, he holds on to it for a while, but i'm so distracted by Dion (said kind of like..the oun in "young," with a barely there d, that's ihm) that i don't even remember looking into his eyes. i think the blonde guy extends his hand, too, and then dion and i gaze uncontrollably sultry at each other once more and he blows me a kiss and i blow him one and then i'm out like the wind.
walking back my stomach is all tingly and i'm excited and turned on and i take out the ticket and he wrote two e-mails and his phone number. hahahaa i have NO IDEA why two e-mails is necessary, but it's sort of really cute. he started to write his e-mail on the other side but decided somehow that he messed up, so his scrawling handwriting was all over my ticket and i got shit twice on the train because of that.
i don't know how that happened.
i have no idea. but i can't believe i just got the most attractive guy in the whole fucking place.
earlier:
period much stronger than prepared for...second most embarrassing school-related incident concerning that...
finallyy got a prepaid cellphone (€15)
went to the library and got a multimedia card (€16.50), took out rufus thomas (the funky chicken), the byrds (sweethearts of the rodeo), and van morrison (astral weeks) (another €5.50), had a hot chocolate there (€2) and tried to do some work but this homeless guy intermittently hit on me/gave me all these cheap europe travel tips, and REALLY wants to hear from me again. he's, like, 50. and homeless. why? that's all.
cleaned my oven, which was needed, cleaned my bathroom and the trash cans. that was nice.
made mushroom gravy and had it with carrots and green beans and the rest of my leftover mashed potato
now i'm going to wash out the cigarette smell from my hair and lay me down to sleep. before i write back the couchsurfer that i have a good feeling about (mmm) and carson from dzjenghis khan.
oh there is such a wonderful amount of MAN in my life at this moment. THANK YOU.
moral: go out even if you are intimidated by obstacles such as a new location, going alone, etc, because the more people you interact with the less boring your life will be. seriously. people ask me how i have all these crazy experiences and it's because i'm open to strangers (haha not to the normal head right fuckers, but only to the fucking freaks)
lots of love and rock, babies
EVERYONE
tonight. was. unbelievable. as in, i actually can't believe what happened, happened.
first of all: i am drinking some weird spicy tea the english way with sugar and milk and listening to orange sunshine's speed
my day started out not-so-fantastic, but i'll cover that at the end.
i took the train to den haag on half a whim. two nights ago i'd received my first den haag underground e-mail and was perusing it, not what i expected, but excited none the less. i didn't feel like doing anything last night but i saw that a band called "the blues junkies" was playing (tonight) friday, so i gave them a listen and saw that "motorwolf" was on their top eight, so that made my decision. Motorwolf is the sort of..symbol or almost club or something of den haag's rock and roll underground. hm okay, it's a label. the guy, Guy, who i initially talked to from Orange Sunshine is the owner.
i accidentally got off at the wrong station, but it wasn't an issue. the place was next to empty and when i was approaching it this little maroon van (they're smallll here hahah) flitzed past me and parked in front. i saw some drums through the back window and then this enormously lanky metal-looking guy emerges from the little vehicle and makes eye contact. for some reason i'm just overwhelming with confidence and this unusual high degree of comfortability at this venue. i'm not intimidated by anyone, i have to laugh at myself about the doorman because he walks like he's the fucking shit and doesn't look in my eyes but i recognize it because i know it and i have to laugh.
it took forever for the blues junkies to start. their bassist was really rock and roll for here haha. long legs leather pants stripped dress jacket snakeskin boots. he was old, but i liked him. the metal-looking dude was the guitarist (figure). i don't know what i could categorize the crowd like, i think that this was some sort of punk-influenced bar, and there was a guy with a silver pompadour, a lot of people came in with zippered leather jackets, it was a strange mix of a lot of things but i was probably one of two people wearing colour.
there was a cute guy who looked pretty clean but you could tell he was there for the music and was in his place, you know, it wasn't like he was lost. he was intriguing because he was also alone.
i spent a lot of time leaning against things in my huge coat and cowboy boots and blue tights miniskirt and several layers of thin shirts.
i was really thirsty, but all i had was €1.40, and the cheapest drinks that i could see were all €1.50 but i ended up asking if he had anything under 1.40 and the only thing was tea. so to add to my blatant strangeness, here i am, this girl nobody in this tight-knit community has ever seen before, full out rock and roll gear, drinking a fucking tea by herself while everyone else is nursing their numerous beers. this guy i'm attracted to simply because he is so very much his own person comes in but i'm kind of cautious because his head is shaved, and there's a SHOCKING amount of nazi/racist sympathizers here.
the band finally goes up to at least begin to say hello to their instruments and then everything kind of stops. this guy walks in who is probably one of the most attractive human beings i have ever seen, he's wearing a motorwolf sweatshirt, his brown hair is long and wavy and he has facial structure that isn't sharp or super-defined, but that elusive amount (think of jim morrison's face?), i don't know how to explain it, but back when i was madly in love with mark toolan yeah he had that kind of face. ANYWAY, i notice that this is the first person all night to affect my confidence, and he kind of comes in like a semi-celebrity in this group of people. i try to ignore this slight decrease in my don't-give-a-shit game
the blues junkies are like the crowd (which has now at least tripled in size), a combination of punk rock, rock and roll, metal influences -- they get really nice and heavy, i prefer the slower parts because (a) they're more fun to dance to, (b) i feel like it gives the music a chance to be really good. they're not a band i'm going to absolutely rave about, their live show needs a little bit of help (how about facing the crowd occasionally, mr. leather panted rock stance bassist man?) but not much. i do a good bit of dancing, exchange a couple smiles with all my men (mentioned above).
a couple people wandered in by MISTAKE, it was surreal, they were just average fashiony clubbers, and it was just so painfully obvious that it was a mistake even when they came all the way in and walked to the bar, i don't know. i just found that strange.
all of them were great musicians. their extended solos were absolute treats and i had a really good time. they covered ghost riders in the sky, which they did in a really good new awesome way.
after an encore of two songs i began to gather my belongings. the skinhead guy hangs around so long i think he'll almost talk to me, i mean, he's been making eye-contact and smiling with me forever, he even said something about the drummer in my ear in dutch, but he can't garner up the testicles and he is first to go. next: the clean music lover, this actually made me laugh. he's looking at me and i look up and meet his eyes twice consecutively and somehow he doesn't really register this so the third i smile at him and he smiles and then realizes that i'm looking back at him. and when he leaves he's just fucking BEAMING at me, but i guess his testes can't be found, either, too bad.
okay before someone attacks me, i don't have an issue talking to guys in these situations, but i feel like this was their territory MUCH more than mine, this is their language and country, and i don't want to make advances in english, do you know?
i'm putting on my coat when incrediblehotman swings open the door and it pushes against my jacket so i look around to see him and he covers his mouth in mock "OH NO!" but keeps looking at me, now he's half-walking and still looking at me but behind the glass and i lock eyes with him and this massive wave of SEX passes between us and he moves like a wave back and i don't remember what we said but i think i told him i don't speak dutch oh yeah, he asks if i'm leaving and i say i don't know what else to do here and he says, Don't leave. and looks at me all intense, he's like, think about it, really.
haha
sooo
i stay. i look upstairs, there are all these board-games and leather couches and chairs. when i come back downstairs i shake the drummer's hand like i fucking know him and he winks at me and then i go up to the bassist and do the same thing and the guitarist is talking so then i'm corraled by incrediblehotman and his incrediblyattractivefriend. okay really, this is quite overwhelming. they are both so attractive and have some sort of strange status among this group. the blonde one wants to talk to me but the incrediblehotman is kind of doing the oh she's mine thing to him where he's whispering to me while the blonde one is trying to talk and telling me the blonde is silly, he's like a looney toon. hahah the blonde one takes a chunk of my hair and they both start talking about how they really like it, he's like, you've got the hippie thing going on and they're both touching my hair. the blonde says they're in a band together (AHH! oh the excitement at this is just too much.) and asks whether i know the blues junkies. (wow am i that good at this??)
and the ihm (i had to shorten "incrediblehotman") is really flirting, he asks me questions and then takes forever to understand my answer and i'm talking through his soft hair and our faces keep barely avoiding the other, there is so much sex bouncing off of ourselves i feel like we could just start kissing any second. he asks me who i am. like i'm someone. he tells me he thinks i'm really a very pretty girl. and i can't think, what am i supposed to say? i think you're the most attractive man i've ever seen? he tells me about this bar in delft that he's SHOCKED i haven't heard of, so i tell him i'm going to have him write it down and i go to get a pen and FINALLY the old rockers with the attitude problem are all smiling and winking at me. dancing or because somehow it appears as though i know these guys?
i give him my train ticket and he spends what seems like 10 minutes bent over it right in front of the speakers. when he finally hands it to me, he tells me he put his e-mail and his phone-number and he really would like to hear from me. he really wants to see me again. i look at him the way you do when you're radiating sex and i assure him we will see each other again. he keeps asking me to stay but i don't know what i'd do if i stayed, i don't drink and this sexual tension is so intense that i feel like it would just progress immediately (and i'm on my period) so i leave and shake the guitarist's hand, he holds on to it for a while, but i'm so distracted by Dion (said kind of like..the oun in "young," with a barely there d, that's ihm) that i don't even remember looking into his eyes. i think the blonde guy extends his hand, too, and then dion and i gaze uncontrollably sultry at each other once more and he blows me a kiss and i blow him one and then i'm out like the wind.
walking back my stomach is all tingly and i'm excited and turned on and i take out the ticket and he wrote two e-mails and his phone number. hahahaa i have NO IDEA why two e-mails is necessary, but it's sort of really cute. he started to write his e-mail on the other side but decided somehow that he messed up, so his scrawling handwriting was all over my ticket and i got shit twice on the train because of that.
i don't know how that happened.
i have no idea. but i can't believe i just got the most attractive guy in the whole fucking place.
earlier:
period much stronger than prepared for...second most embarrassing school-related incident concerning that...
finallyy got a prepaid cellphone (€15)
went to the library and got a multimedia card (€16.50), took out rufus thomas (the funky chicken), the byrds (sweethearts of the rodeo), and van morrison (astral weeks) (another €5.50), had a hot chocolate there (€2) and tried to do some work but this homeless guy intermittently hit on me/gave me all these cheap europe travel tips, and REALLY wants to hear from me again. he's, like, 50. and homeless. why? that's all.
cleaned my oven, which was needed, cleaned my bathroom and the trash cans. that was nice.
made mushroom gravy and had it with carrots and green beans and the rest of my leftover mashed potato
now i'm going to wash out the cigarette smell from my hair and lay me down to sleep. before i write back the couchsurfer that i have a good feeling about (mmm) and carson from dzjenghis khan.
oh there is such a wonderful amount of MAN in my life at this moment. THANK YOU.
moral: go out even if you are intimidated by obstacles such as a new location, going alone, etc, because the more people you interact with the less boring your life will be. seriously. people ask me how i have all these crazy experiences and it's because i'm open to strangers (haha not to the normal head right fuckers, but only to the fucking freaks)
lots of love and rock, babies