Less Shoes, More Flipflops
Friday night, feelin fly...
A small side reason for this incecent escape from Deer Park is to see if there may be a possible resting place after school, purhaps for grad school or post grad. And of all the places I've been too, San Francisco is looking like a solid possiblity, if I feel a change is in order in the next two years. Good people, good vibes, good venues, and most importantly, a solid record shop, what more could a drew want?
I spent the past two days covering about 15 miles on foot, seeing as much of this bayside urban sprawl as I could. While I was taking the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) into the city, I noticed a very familiar sight, Red Sox hats. It just so happens that the Sox were in town, and after talking to a dude sitting across from me, I find out that San Fran is known as the Fenway of the west. So that was kinda cool, and I have a hunch that these folks are true Sox fans, while many New Englander's are merely Yankee haters, but who knows.
The RX Bandits could not have put on a better show, the rocked and rolled for nearly an hour and a half, playing a good mix of new songs, Resignation tunes and Progress jams, the crowd was solid and I danced my little heart out. I caught up with Joe Troy (bass master) before their set, and he was actually doing lights for the band before them, Desa, so that was real interesting, watching someone activly do lights to songs that they know really well, very impressive. After the show, I was letting Joe know that I appreciated their rocking, and he thanked me and said that appreciation is good, very important. As I was walking away, he launched into some diatraibe about telling my dad to come by next time, and that when they met, my dad gave him a disapproving look, and he wanted to make amens. I played along, said that my dad blamed him for all that I turned out to be, and we went on like this for a solid four minutes or so. The girls waiting to fawn over Joe must have been very confused, and wondered why my dad was at an RXB show. Little did they know, I was merely slinging the bullshit right back at him, as he bombarded me with made up debothchary. Society at its best. (Who would have guessed that not two days later, I would be recieving a call from my father, saying that I have been awarded my second ticket of this fuckin trip, from the great twon of Scottsdale, AZ. They have cameras on the expressway, and I was tagged goin 80 in a 65. What the fuck, it was 11:57 at night, no one on the fuckin road, and they don't even have the decency to have a cop pull me over, I get a ticket from a god damn camera. Another $157 comin straight outa my outstanding Noodles paycheck, good thing I've got that thing waiting for me. I guess this means my insurance is bannanas, and I have to drive like an old lady for the rest of the trip to insure that I can hold onto my licence. So is woe, maybe I'll just cancel my insurance and not drive for a few years after this. I guess the picture of me is pretty good too, I'm probably singing The Compromise or something.)
I explored the ins and outs of china town over yesterday and today, and made two stops at one of the grandest record stores I've ever been to. Ameoba records at the far end of Height Street was a bowling ally at one point, but now has been converted into a mecca for audio files (dwayne, that guy from Morro Bay, his term for vinyl junkies, i like it) everywhere. I did some serious damage, highlights being, Her Space Holiday, a Clash bootleg, David Dondero, The 101'ers and The Books. I can not wait to get to a turntable.
I struck China Town gold with the Sam Wo resturant. Suposidly this place is haunted by old beatnik ghots, from beats who used to hang out there in the 60's. Personaly, I just love the set up. You walk in, and its probably the width of a large closet, and all you see is the kitchen to the left and a staircase to the right. The seating is on the second floor, and run by the Chinese female version of Sienfeld's Soup Nazi, it was her way or the highway here at Sam Wo's. I had beef fried rice and Mo Pa To Fu, delicious, and cheap, 7.75 total! And I got the best strawberry hard candies ever, kicks the ass out of mints anyday.
While I was heading to the Town of China yesterday, I came across a cinemtaicesqu scene, a long row of chess boards set up, and everyone from enthusiastic Filapinos to old Hasidics and even a couple of homeless dudes, this was awesome. I had the best time watchin this dude lose at least 20 bucks durring an intese speed chess battle. And I even got in good with the guy running this whole thing, fifty cents a game, and whatever you and your partner decide as odds. Except for the dudes playin 5 a game, it seemed a dollar plus payin for the board (1.50 total) was the standard. I played one game with a Filapino named Joe, (I just mentioned this whole Filapino business because the propriater made very sure that I knew their ethnicity, because Filiapino's were good customers who wouldn't get too rowdy) he won, but I feel that I did pretty well for not have played the game in at least 6-8 years.
I was really hoping to come across some fellas playiing Go, but the closest I found was a bunch of old Chinese men playing Majong in this park in China Town, which was bitchin none the less.
I bought a really sweet Blue coat for 10 bucks on my first day in the city. This turned out to be a bangin purchase, because San Francisco gets truly chilly when the fog rolls in. Plus it goes real well with my shants.
New RXB record, the Fit and I are headed to Yosemite, I hope I meet the long lost cousin of the bear that lisa hit.
Peace and love to bear hitters and bare swimmers
A small side reason for this incecent escape from Deer Park is to see if there may be a possible resting place after school, purhaps for grad school or post grad. And of all the places I've been too, San Francisco is looking like a solid possiblity, if I feel a change is in order in the next two years. Good people, good vibes, good venues, and most importantly, a solid record shop, what more could a drew want?
I spent the past two days covering about 15 miles on foot, seeing as much of this bayside urban sprawl as I could. While I was taking the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) into the city, I noticed a very familiar sight, Red Sox hats. It just so happens that the Sox were in town, and after talking to a dude sitting across from me, I find out that San Fran is known as the Fenway of the west. So that was kinda cool, and I have a hunch that these folks are true Sox fans, while many New Englander's are merely Yankee haters, but who knows.
The RX Bandits could not have put on a better show, the rocked and rolled for nearly an hour and a half, playing a good mix of new songs, Resignation tunes and Progress jams, the crowd was solid and I danced my little heart out. I caught up with Joe Troy (bass master) before their set, and he was actually doing lights for the band before them, Desa, so that was real interesting, watching someone activly do lights to songs that they know really well, very impressive. After the show, I was letting Joe know that I appreciated their rocking, and he thanked me and said that appreciation is good, very important. As I was walking away, he launched into some diatraibe about telling my dad to come by next time, and that when they met, my dad gave him a disapproving look, and he wanted to make amens. I played along, said that my dad blamed him for all that I turned out to be, and we went on like this for a solid four minutes or so. The girls waiting to fawn over Joe must have been very confused, and wondered why my dad was at an RXB show. Little did they know, I was merely slinging the bullshit right back at him, as he bombarded me with made up debothchary. Society at its best. (Who would have guessed that not two days later, I would be recieving a call from my father, saying that I have been awarded my second ticket of this fuckin trip, from the great twon of Scottsdale, AZ. They have cameras on the expressway, and I was tagged goin 80 in a 65. What the fuck, it was 11:57 at night, no one on the fuckin road, and they don't even have the decency to have a cop pull me over, I get a ticket from a god damn camera. Another $157 comin straight outa my outstanding Noodles paycheck, good thing I've got that thing waiting for me. I guess this means my insurance is bannanas, and I have to drive like an old lady for the rest of the trip to insure that I can hold onto my licence. So is woe, maybe I'll just cancel my insurance and not drive for a few years after this. I guess the picture of me is pretty good too, I'm probably singing The Compromise or something.)
I explored the ins and outs of china town over yesterday and today, and made two stops at one of the grandest record stores I've ever been to. Ameoba records at the far end of Height Street was a bowling ally at one point, but now has been converted into a mecca for audio files (dwayne, that guy from Morro Bay, his term for vinyl junkies, i like it) everywhere. I did some serious damage, highlights being, Her Space Holiday, a Clash bootleg, David Dondero, The 101'ers and The Books. I can not wait to get to a turntable.
I struck China Town gold with the Sam Wo resturant. Suposidly this place is haunted by old beatnik ghots, from beats who used to hang out there in the 60's. Personaly, I just love the set up. You walk in, and its probably the width of a large closet, and all you see is the kitchen to the left and a staircase to the right. The seating is on the second floor, and run by the Chinese female version of Sienfeld's Soup Nazi, it was her way or the highway here at Sam Wo's. I had beef fried rice and Mo Pa To Fu, delicious, and cheap, 7.75 total! And I got the best strawberry hard candies ever, kicks the ass out of mints anyday.
While I was heading to the Town of China yesterday, I came across a cinemtaicesqu scene, a long row of chess boards set up, and everyone from enthusiastic Filapinos to old Hasidics and even a couple of homeless dudes, this was awesome. I had the best time watchin this dude lose at least 20 bucks durring an intese speed chess battle. And I even got in good with the guy running this whole thing, fifty cents a game, and whatever you and your partner decide as odds. Except for the dudes playin 5 a game, it seemed a dollar plus payin for the board (1.50 total) was the standard. I played one game with a Filapino named Joe, (I just mentioned this whole Filapino business because the propriater made very sure that I knew their ethnicity, because Filiapino's were good customers who wouldn't get too rowdy) he won, but I feel that I did pretty well for not have played the game in at least 6-8 years.
I was really hoping to come across some fellas playiing Go, but the closest I found was a bunch of old Chinese men playing Majong in this park in China Town, which was bitchin none the less.
I bought a really sweet Blue coat for 10 bucks on my first day in the city. This turned out to be a bangin purchase, because San Francisco gets truly chilly when the fog rolls in. Plus it goes real well with my shants.
New RXB record, the Fit and I are headed to Yosemite, I hope I meet the long lost cousin of the bear that lisa hit.
Peace and love to bear hitters and bare swimmers