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Saw ratatat last night!!! actually, to be 100% honest, the show was not as good as i would have expected. The opening bands were no good, and ratatat took over an hour to come on stage. Though of course the music was phenominal (there is no doubt about rat's musical prowess) it was also packed as hell. It was so crowded that there was absolutley no room to dance. yeah, you can stand there and do the 'energetic head bob,' or maybe even the 'upraised arm, side to side,' but that was about it. Nothing crazy. However it was still amazing and the venue was pretty cool. same club that i'll be returning to in may to see THE FAINT!!! there is such a great music scene in DC. and (this is directed specifically to cynthia and cristina) HOT CHIP is playing at this small, local club in a couple weeks too!! I'm not sure if i'm gonna go, my funds are limited here, but i'm giving it a good deal of thought.
oh, and while im on the topic of music, my friend graham and i saw the most fun band ever last weekend at this art festival, art-o-matic (look it up, its cool www.artomatic.org). They were called assrockers and all had funny, homoerotic names like 'something roughbottom' and shit like that. My friend and i were the only people dancing so they gave us some free merch. after the show and i got the set list - good deal.
i've been doing alot of art while i've been out in DC which is so great. this whole trip seems like an extended vacation, only infrequently punctuated by actual moments of academic rigor. I've been working on a poem, and here's what i have so far:
//jelly donut///
A batallion of pretty faces
like a row of
black ore cannons
manned and poised to
explode,
peer at me from beneath
their armor.
A red badge of courage neatly stitched
across each chest.
A mangled, knit mess.
Archangels of the new world order -
living and dying and living by the sword.
silver-tongued.
and beneath the chiseled mold
of each worn war cuirass,
there is cherry pie in their chest -
a warm, crimson center
like the filling of a jelly donut.
powdered sugar exterior
with a thick red pulp
underneath the skin.
But back on the surface,
like two burnt chocolate chips,
coal-fired eyes stare,
locked and loaded above
white, piano key teeth
set within a gilt facade -
a golden sheath encasing the
serrated nuances
of a battle-stained war blade.
oh, and while im on the topic of music, my friend graham and i saw the most fun band ever last weekend at this art festival, art-o-matic (look it up, its cool www.artomatic.org). They were called assrockers and all had funny, homoerotic names like 'something roughbottom' and shit like that. My friend and i were the only people dancing so they gave us some free merch. after the show and i got the set list - good deal.
i've been doing alot of art while i've been out in DC which is so great. this whole trip seems like an extended vacation, only infrequently punctuated by actual moments of academic rigor. I've been working on a poem, and here's what i have so far:
//jelly donut///
A batallion of pretty faces
like a row of
black ore cannons
manned and poised to
explode,
peer at me from beneath
their armor.
A red badge of courage neatly stitched
across each chest.
A mangled, knit mess.
Archangels of the new world order -
living and dying and living by the sword.
silver-tongued.
and beneath the chiseled mold
of each worn war cuirass,
there is cherry pie in their chest -
a warm, crimson center
like the filling of a jelly donut.
powdered sugar exterior
with a thick red pulp
underneath the skin.
But back on the surface,
like two burnt chocolate chips,
coal-fired eyes stare,
locked and loaded above
white, piano key teeth
set within a gilt facade -
a golden sheath encasing the
serrated nuances
of a battle-stained war blade.