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This weekend:
I got off work on Friday, then drove down to the middle school in Yorba Linda and walked for babies with cancer. At first they were playing euro-house jams over the loudspeakers, but it went down hill quick into a long block of CCR live jams and then some Trisha Yearwood. Like I know I'm white and shit, but seeing so many white people in their monocultural environment is kinda nasty. They're all pink and talking about the American Flag. Lots of those ultra-tan OC moms who are about to get their skin cancer on, but it all right because they'll stay thin you know. Maybe I was grumpy because my work shoes hurt.
So I drove home and chilled there for fifteen to thirty-two seconds, then went with Chris to Baby Asia (Rowland Heights) to see our girl Margot play at Dalton's house (of Robin Williams on Fire). Started getting drunk, then got a call from Tony inviting us to Upland. For we skedaddled after I.E. finished and went back to the homeland. There I finished getting drunk and attempted to play monopoly. We only succeeded in extending the game for another three hours. Here's the recap: Tony Fonda is the real estate mogul. He's been playing lots of Wall Street Kid on NES, so he understands the market, sabes. I came upon hardtimes despite owning Boardwalk and Park Place. I had to mortgage some junk and sell off my Yellow properties to Jeny Vidal. It's all the fault of St. James Place, which seems to draw my scotty dog piece like a magnet. So we thought Jeny for sure was going to go bankrupt, but she really turned it around and now I'm looking up from a pile of debt, you know. Still have to finish it before they move to the Bay.
On Saturday i woke up really late practiced for a couple hours, went to the local thrift stores to look for hats, tapes and blank t-shirts. Round sixish I left for my show in Long Beach, which turned out great. Lots of kids who bought lots of merch. I'm down to the almost nothing now, except shirts and Whitman collaborative three inches. After Voice on Tape's set I went with Shannon and Lou to KXLU way out in mystic West LA. I was completely disoriented. We dragged amps up four flights of stairs. Sea Beasts recorded a studio set, then we lugged amps down four flights of stairs. I miss the 10 driving north on the 405 because I'm talking on the phone and end up in a traffic jam at three AM in Sherman Oaks. "405 closed at Ventura Blvd." People were partying in their cars and yelling, blasting some kind of modern rock jams. Took the 101 South to the 134 to the 210 and was in bed by 3:30.
Matt O'Neill got me out of bed with a phone call on Sunday and I drove down to the hill ghetto that is El Cerrito in lovely unincorporated Riverside County. We jammed on a baile funk tune and then worked on one of my songs. It was really hot, so I made up for it by drinking two beers. Ate a gnarly free burrito then went to my parents house up the 15 in Norco. Drank coffee, ate Irish food (it involves cabbage and potatoes) and tried to chill out a little. Then I drove back to Claremont and from there caught a ride with Chris to the Smell downtown LA. I dislike downtown LA more each time. Return me to the golden age of tent cities and a veritable wealth of parking. That show can be recapped as such...
Kyle Mabson - extremely loud and pretty amusing pedal pounding
Foot Village - best set of the night, longer than they normally play. They looked absolutely exhausted by the end. Grace's yelling was insane, great, totally abandoned.
Flaspar - A film crew was filming their set and it kinda fucked it up for me. People had to be careful of the camera, so no one could get near the band. There were also lots of really hot, bright lights in the room and some projections that really didn't fit too well with the music. Wish I could see them at Pehrspace tonight instead.
Laco$te - They were a mess. Their equipment has gotten ahead of them, now you have to watch them learn to use all their boxes and mixers while they're playing. This process is amusing certainly, but i just wanted to hear a beat drop solid and hear the vocals mixed right.
John Weise - we bounced.
I own the flyest Flaspar shirt.
Heard about more people I know moving out of Southern California, mostly to the Bay, but some to the undifferentiated Midwest. I concur. I disagree. I know how good it is to be a musician in LA, but I won't be able to stand it forever.
I'm going to watch an instore at Rhino this afternoon and then I'm going to o play a show in Glendale. Life is a mystery.
I got off work on Friday, then drove down to the middle school in Yorba Linda and walked for babies with cancer. At first they were playing euro-house jams over the loudspeakers, but it went down hill quick into a long block of CCR live jams and then some Trisha Yearwood. Like I know I'm white and shit, but seeing so many white people in their monocultural environment is kinda nasty. They're all pink and talking about the American Flag. Lots of those ultra-tan OC moms who are about to get their skin cancer on, but it all right because they'll stay thin you know. Maybe I was grumpy because my work shoes hurt.
So I drove home and chilled there for fifteen to thirty-two seconds, then went with Chris to Baby Asia (Rowland Heights) to see our girl Margot play at Dalton's house (of Robin Williams on Fire). Started getting drunk, then got a call from Tony inviting us to Upland. For we skedaddled after I.E. finished and went back to the homeland. There I finished getting drunk and attempted to play monopoly. We only succeeded in extending the game for another three hours. Here's the recap: Tony Fonda is the real estate mogul. He's been playing lots of Wall Street Kid on NES, so he understands the market, sabes. I came upon hardtimes despite owning Boardwalk and Park Place. I had to mortgage some junk and sell off my Yellow properties to Jeny Vidal. It's all the fault of St. James Place, which seems to draw my scotty dog piece like a magnet. So we thought Jeny for sure was going to go bankrupt, but she really turned it around and now I'm looking up from a pile of debt, you know. Still have to finish it before they move to the Bay.
On Saturday i woke up really late practiced for a couple hours, went to the local thrift stores to look for hats, tapes and blank t-shirts. Round sixish I left for my show in Long Beach, which turned out great. Lots of kids who bought lots of merch. I'm down to the almost nothing now, except shirts and Whitman collaborative three inches. After Voice on Tape's set I went with Shannon and Lou to KXLU way out in mystic West LA. I was completely disoriented. We dragged amps up four flights of stairs. Sea Beasts recorded a studio set, then we lugged amps down four flights of stairs. I miss the 10 driving north on the 405 because I'm talking on the phone and end up in a traffic jam at three AM in Sherman Oaks. "405 closed at Ventura Blvd." People were partying in their cars and yelling, blasting some kind of modern rock jams. Took the 101 South to the 134 to the 210 and was in bed by 3:30.
Matt O'Neill got me out of bed with a phone call on Sunday and I drove down to the hill ghetto that is El Cerrito in lovely unincorporated Riverside County. We jammed on a baile funk tune and then worked on one of my songs. It was really hot, so I made up for it by drinking two beers. Ate a gnarly free burrito then went to my parents house up the 15 in Norco. Drank coffee, ate Irish food (it involves cabbage and potatoes) and tried to chill out a little. Then I drove back to Claremont and from there caught a ride with Chris to the Smell downtown LA. I dislike downtown LA more each time. Return me to the golden age of tent cities and a veritable wealth of parking. That show can be recapped as such...
Kyle Mabson - extremely loud and pretty amusing pedal pounding
Foot Village - best set of the night, longer than they normally play. They looked absolutely exhausted by the end. Grace's yelling was insane, great, totally abandoned.
Flaspar - A film crew was filming their set and it kinda fucked it up for me. People had to be careful of the camera, so no one could get near the band. There were also lots of really hot, bright lights in the room and some projections that really didn't fit too well with the music. Wish I could see them at Pehrspace tonight instead.
Laco$te - They were a mess. Their equipment has gotten ahead of them, now you have to watch them learn to use all their boxes and mixers while they're playing. This process is amusing certainly, but i just wanted to hear a beat drop solid and hear the vocals mixed right.
John Weise - we bounced.
I own the flyest Flaspar shirt.
Heard about more people I know moving out of Southern California, mostly to the Bay, but some to the undifferentiated Midwest. I concur. I disagree. I know how good it is to be a musician in LA, but I won't be able to stand it forever.
I'm going to watch an instore at Rhino this afternoon and then I'm going to o play a show in Glendale. Life is a mystery.