Step four: I can give you more.
Yesterday was quite an interesting day. For once, I figured I'd write about it.
My friend Jenn came over and picked me up so we could go looking for some new clothes. After a few stops at some used clothing stores, we figured that the prices were a bit too steep for what we found. This one store in particular had dresses (ahem, "vintage") for over $250 each, some of them. A shirt was typically $40 or more. It was a bit crazy. So after I found one shirt and a dress in another store, we ended our search and instead decided to browse anything that looked interesting. We ended up in a store called American Pop, which sold everything from 1950s board games to voodoo dolls of our recently arrested mayor. This guy was pretty nice, talking to us inside. He randomly pulled this item from a box and said "Here you go. You could use this!" It was one of those voice disguise machines. When you press a button, it makes you sound like a monster or an alien. Really, it was the kind of thing a kidnapper would use to make a ransom call. So of course Jenn bought it. It was a little bit creepy how this guy knew what we'd buy, of all the crazy shit we saw in that place.
So we headed to this brewery down the street, but not without first stopping at a coffee shop to use their bathroom. While inside, we noticed it was open mic night. So with our voice disguiser, we decided to go to open mic and do some avant garde performance of some kind. We wrote a sort of creepy rap about all the stuff we saw so far that day, and walked back to the open mic around 8:30pm. We get there and the place is packed, and the people are taking it all very seriously. They know each other's names and are really giving off the hippie vibe. At one point, people even began to snap as applause, which I thought was a bit hilarious. Anyhow, these cats were not going to appreciate our brand of humor. Poems about starlings and humanity were being read, and someone had a banjo. We decided not to do our "piece" after all, while talking to this guy outside with a guitar.
(edit: added video) Here is a taste of what it was like:
I interviewed the guy outside in a video taken with my camera (not the guy in the video). For some reason, we decided he needed a better stage name, and dubbed him Captain Rob. Well, after Captain Rob played, we convinced him to come to play pool with us a block away. He agreed, and we headed off, letting him wear the voice disguiser glasses. (We hooked the microphone up to a pair of neon green sunglasses, like a headset that a drive-thru attendant wears.) On the way, we see a restaurant with outdoor karaoke and abandon the pool idea. You see, captain Rob can actually sing amazingly well, so we had a good partner. Jen sang some Morrissey, I sang some more Hall & Oates, and the Captain sang The Doors. After we each did a song, we went up for a trio rendition of Step By Step by the New Kids on the Block. The audience totally got into it and some guy at the front table was fucking shouting the lyrics and pumping his fist. It was pretty awesome. People walking down the street looked at us.
I wound up spending the night at Jenn's house. In the middle of the night, I got up to use the bathroom and her roommate's dog came into my room and stole my spot on the bed. The dog, Tippy, is a miniature greyhound and I was afraid to move her in case I hurt her. Those dogs are so fragile looking. Anyhow, Jenn made me some tea and toast and drove me back. Now I have homework I don't feel like doing, which might be why I'm writing in my journal.
Time to upload everything from my camera.
My friend Jenn came over and picked me up so we could go looking for some new clothes. After a few stops at some used clothing stores, we figured that the prices were a bit too steep for what we found. This one store in particular had dresses (ahem, "vintage") for over $250 each, some of them. A shirt was typically $40 or more. It was a bit crazy. So after I found one shirt and a dress in another store, we ended our search and instead decided to browse anything that looked interesting. We ended up in a store called American Pop, which sold everything from 1950s board games to voodoo dolls of our recently arrested mayor. This guy was pretty nice, talking to us inside. He randomly pulled this item from a box and said "Here you go. You could use this!" It was one of those voice disguise machines. When you press a button, it makes you sound like a monster or an alien. Really, it was the kind of thing a kidnapper would use to make a ransom call. So of course Jenn bought it. It was a little bit creepy how this guy knew what we'd buy, of all the crazy shit we saw in that place.
So we headed to this brewery down the street, but not without first stopping at a coffee shop to use their bathroom. While inside, we noticed it was open mic night. So with our voice disguiser, we decided to go to open mic and do some avant garde performance of some kind. We wrote a sort of creepy rap about all the stuff we saw so far that day, and walked back to the open mic around 8:30pm. We get there and the place is packed, and the people are taking it all very seriously. They know each other's names and are really giving off the hippie vibe. At one point, people even began to snap as applause, which I thought was a bit hilarious. Anyhow, these cats were not going to appreciate our brand of humor. Poems about starlings and humanity were being read, and someone had a banjo. We decided not to do our "piece" after all, while talking to this guy outside with a guitar.
(edit: added video) Here is a taste of what it was like:
Click to viewI interviewed the guy outside in a video taken with my camera (not the guy in the video). For some reason, we decided he needed a better stage name, and dubbed him Captain Rob. Well, after Captain Rob played, we convinced him to come to play pool with us a block away. He agreed, and we headed off, letting him wear the voice disguiser glasses. (We hooked the microphone up to a pair of neon green sunglasses, like a headset that a drive-thru attendant wears.) On the way, we see a restaurant with outdoor karaoke and abandon the pool idea. You see, captain Rob can actually sing amazingly well, so we had a good partner. Jen sang some Morrissey, I sang some more Hall & Oates, and the Captain sang The Doors. After we each did a song, we went up for a trio rendition of Step By Step by the New Kids on the Block. The audience totally got into it and some guy at the front table was fucking shouting the lyrics and pumping his fist. It was pretty awesome. People walking down the street looked at us.
I wound up spending the night at Jenn's house. In the middle of the night, I got up to use the bathroom and her roommate's dog came into my room and stole my spot on the bed. The dog, Tippy, is a miniature greyhound and I was afraid to move her in case I hurt her. Those dogs are so fragile looking. Anyhow, Jenn made me some tea and toast and drove me back. Now I have homework I don't feel like doing, which might be why I'm writing in my journal.
Time to upload everything from my camera.