Meat Beat Manifesto
We ended up giving Lindsay's friend Josh a lift to Austin so he could see his friends - he recently moved to McKinney - and I was kind of glad to leave since everything was smoky and smelled like burning chemicals. Josh said that he smelled the smoke way over in McKinney, so I was pretty sure there wasn't going to be a metroplex to come back to anyway.
burning toxins make for pretty sunsets
I'm the type of person who is constantly late. Ironically enough, I also hate being late and running late. Since we didn't leave until 6:30, and the show started at 9:30, and since the drive takes a minimum of three hours driving Scott Speed, I was sure we were going to show up late, that the band would pack up and leave as soon as we got in the door, etc., etc. The whole drive down I kept worrying that we were going to be late, oh god, we won't see the band.
Of course we weren't late. When we got there, two fat guys were on stage, one rapping and one handling the electronics. It was an odd combination of loud noise with no discernible pattern except the thudding of the bass, and of quiet rapping. I'm pretty sure the guy's lyrics were deep and piercing, but I couldn't hear any of it. Luckily, I didn't care. I don't even know who those guys were.
The show itself was fantastic. The actual MBM guys stood off to one side behind a table full of laptops and other equipment, and set up two screens to project videos onto. I don't know how they did it, but they were fucking around with it most of it live, on the fly - I'd love to know how they did it. They did have a live drummer, which impressed me - he was a big bald guy wearing a bathrobe. Most of the videos came from old science fiction videos and stuff, and I'd love to see where the clips they showed came from. Arguably the most popular was the superimposition of Bush's face on a series of nuclear explosions. The singer also sang into a camera, and they mixed the video into the screens. It was a neat effect.
The show would have been better in a bigger area or something, so people could go nuts rave-style. The conditions didn't stop one guy - he had his phone flashing and was weaving his hands all over the place.
I met fulguritus right before the show started, but we didn't really talk, but we hung out for a few minutes afterwards. She had to get up at 7am to get to work, so she declined our offer of foodage.
We crashed at my step-nephew Mark's place, where I made Lindsay wear a cheese hat and shed pink all over Mark's couch pillow.
burning toxins make for pretty sunsets
I'm the type of person who is constantly late. Ironically enough, I also hate being late and running late. Since we didn't leave until 6:30, and the show started at 9:30, and since the drive takes a minimum of three hours driving Scott Speed, I was sure we were going to show up late, that the band would pack up and leave as soon as we got in the door, etc., etc. The whole drive down I kept worrying that we were going to be late, oh god, we won't see the band.
Of course we weren't late. When we got there, two fat guys were on stage, one rapping and one handling the electronics. It was an odd combination of loud noise with no discernible pattern except the thudding of the bass, and of quiet rapping. I'm pretty sure the guy's lyrics were deep and piercing, but I couldn't hear any of it. Luckily, I didn't care. I don't even know who those guys were.
The show itself was fantastic. The actual MBM guys stood off to one side behind a table full of laptops and other equipment, and set up two screens to project videos onto. I don't know how they did it, but they were fucking around with it most of it live, on the fly - I'd love to know how they did it. They did have a live drummer, which impressed me - he was a big bald guy wearing a bathrobe. Most of the videos came from old science fiction videos and stuff, and I'd love to see where the clips they showed came from. Arguably the most popular was the superimposition of Bush's face on a series of nuclear explosions. The singer also sang into a camera, and they mixed the video into the screens. It was a neat effect.
The show would have been better in a bigger area or something, so people could go nuts rave-style. The conditions didn't stop one guy - he had his phone flashing and was weaving his hands all over the place.
I met fulguritus right before the show started, but we didn't really talk, but we hung out for a few minutes afterwards. She had to get up at 7am to get to work, so she declined our offer of foodage.
We crashed at my step-nephew Mark's place, where I made Lindsay wear a cheese hat and shed pink all over Mark's couch pillow.