i have seen the face of god, and he said, "RAW STEAK".
so this past friday was just about the coolest thing ever.
to preface this story i must first rewind the narritive to thursday night with me alone at the techno night thing trying to get ahold of people (and no, i'm not mad that those from howland couldn't make it). i ended up calling my one friend adam and learned that while he could not make it, he would like me to know about something that's going on friday night.
"so yeah... what are you doing tomorrow night?"
"nothing planned right now; i guess falling asleep playing a game or something."
"well i got something you might want to go see"
"yeah? what's that?"
"peelander-z in cleveland"
"kindly repeat that"
"japanese punk audience participation; you in or out?"
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i turn off my car in the acme parking lot (where you guys park when you come to cliff's parties). i happen upon adam cramming shit in his trunk to make room for the others coming along. i help, we get bored with waiting, he offers to help me pregame and soon we're in another empty lot standing around while i drink a steel reserve.
we go to akron and pick a few others up and hit the lakefront tavern in cleveland.
Mount Olympus
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we get there and first thing in a the door, the guy taking the admission grabs me and says:
"HEY DUDE WATCH THE DOOR MAKE SURE NO ONE COMES IN I'LL GET YOU A PACK OF CIGARETTES OK FIVE SECONDS DUDE"
sure enough, this motherfucker comes back, stamps my hand, and i get a brand new pack of camel lights for standing in one spot for 5-ish seconds. sweet deal. immediately thereafter a girl asks me shit for a camel promotion and i get another pack. score.
at this point, i notice that my 21+ friends have the same handstamp as i do. apparently, the guy was so goddamned grateful, he gave me a free pass for the night, too. i buy pabst #1.
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2 shitty bands and the same number of pabsts later, peelander-z comes onstage. these motherfuckers are 3 insane japanese punk/metal dudes and in full color-coded getup.
the drummer, singer, and bassist respectively.
there was also a girl in pink who helped out. when i asked her "are you single?" in japanese (the only thing i know) she ACTUALLY PUT HER HAND OVER HER MOUTH AND GIGGLED. I SHIT YOU NOT. is life anime, or is anime life?
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i briefly got on stage when prompted and beat a tambourine with a drumstick. the best part of the night was probably when the singer said "you guyz say, in america, you like EATING STEAKOO? i uh like eating the steakoo too! YOU KNOW HOW I LIKE IT? MEDIUM RARE-OO!"
fuckers love their steak
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afterward we drove to this not-bad vegan place called Luna's in akron and cured the drunk hungries. shortly thereafter, i was home. damn fine night.
to preface this story i must first rewind the narritive to thursday night with me alone at the techno night thing trying to get ahold of people (and no, i'm not mad that those from howland couldn't make it). i ended up calling my one friend adam and learned that while he could not make it, he would like me to know about something that's going on friday night.
"so yeah... what are you doing tomorrow night?"
"nothing planned right now; i guess falling asleep playing a game or something."
"well i got something you might want to go see"
"yeah? what's that?"
"peelander-z in cleveland"
"kindly repeat that"
"japanese punk audience participation; you in or out?"
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i turn off my car in the acme parking lot (where you guys park when you come to cliff's parties). i happen upon adam cramming shit in his trunk to make room for the others coming along. i help, we get bored with waiting, he offers to help me pregame and soon we're in another empty lot standing around while i drink a steel reserve.
we go to akron and pick a few others up and hit the lakefront tavern in cleveland.
Mount Olympus
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we get there and first thing in a the door, the guy taking the admission grabs me and says:
"HEY DUDE WATCH THE DOOR MAKE SURE NO ONE COMES IN I'LL GET YOU A PACK OF CIGARETTES OK FIVE SECONDS DUDE"
sure enough, this motherfucker comes back, stamps my hand, and i get a brand new pack of camel lights for standing in one spot for 5-ish seconds. sweet deal. immediately thereafter a girl asks me shit for a camel promotion and i get another pack. score.
at this point, i notice that my 21+ friends have the same handstamp as i do. apparently, the guy was so goddamned grateful, he gave me a free pass for the night, too. i buy pabst #1.
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2 shitty bands and the same number of pabsts later, peelander-z comes onstage. these motherfuckers are 3 insane japanese punk/metal dudes and in full color-coded getup.
the drummer, singer, and bassist respectively.
there was also a girl in pink who helped out. when i asked her "are you single?" in japanese (the only thing i know) she ACTUALLY PUT HER HAND OVER HER MOUTH AND GIGGLED. I SHIT YOU NOT. is life anime, or is anime life?
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i briefly got on stage when prompted and beat a tambourine with a drumstick. the best part of the night was probably when the singer said "you guyz say, in america, you like EATING STEAKOO? i uh like eating the steakoo too! YOU KNOW HOW I LIKE IT? MEDIUM RARE-OO!"
fuckers love their steak
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afterward we drove to this not-bad vegan place called Luna's in akron and cured the drunk hungries. shortly thereafter, i was home. damn fine night.