cell phones the army thursday and surveys
Tonight was amazing. We took the train into the city and then took the PATH to the subways where I lost my cellphone (more on that later). and we went to CBGB's to see Thursday. We had no tickets and the line looped around the building, but we got in line anyway. An hour passes by and they cut the line off FOUR people in front of us and say that they are full to capacity and that they're only letting ticket holders in - no more tickets would be sold, but that we should wait and see if people don't show up. So we wait another 30 minutes and one of the managers comes out and says that they aren't letting anymore people in, and that we have to break up the line. We were pretty fucking bummed. So we stood on the sidewalk in front of the homeless shelter that neighbord CBGB's and watched some crack head lady steal a bunch of clothing out of some bag that someone had dropped outside. These two boys from London came up to us asking if we had any tickets to sell and when we told them we were looking to buy tickets too they asked us if there were any good shows comming up in the next week because thats how long they were staying in new york. I felt bad, but we told them we didn't know of any - because we really didn't. So they went off and stood in front of the club. Half an hour goes by and we're about to say fuck it and leave. The manager that broke up the line and sent everyone home comes up to us and says "you guys don't have tickets right?" and we say "no", half expecting him to tell us to go home then. But he goes "you see that guy at the corner with the black glasses? follow him. but keep it on the low" so we walk down the street past some other straglers, get to the corner and then book it after the guy. As we get closer we see the two british kids are with him and two japanese chicks. The guy leads us to the back of CBGB's and knocks on the door. The bouncer opens it up shines his flashlight at us and talks to the Glasses man, then shuts the door. The guy pulls out wrist-bands from his pockets and tells us that he'll give them to us for $20 each, which is awesome because A- the show is sold out, and B- the tickets were $25 online. So he takes our money, puts the wristbands on us and says "wait here" and walks off. We joked that this was either one of the coolest things that could ever happen at a show, or the guy just made off with $140 bucks. So the guy comes back like 8 minutes later and knocks on the door again and the bouncer opens and says "hurry get in". So fucking we all pile in and we're in the back of CBGB's, we go down to the bathrooms because we had been waiting in line for 2 hours and had no chance to pee before this. and as we're walking down the back hall coming back from the bathroom this guy steps out of a side room and turns towards us, and it was fucking Jeff from Thursday! hahah I'm not really big on meeting famous people but it was really cool. He said hi and shook our hands and that was that, because if there's one thing a musician hates, its creepy clingy fnas. we walked over to the side of the stage and were insanely close. and the show rocked and I got punched in the face and jumped on people and moshed my ass off and it was awesome.
Now back to the phone thing. Some black army guy found my phone on the subway and saw me looking for it but the train was leaving. So he calls pretty much everyone in my phonebook and we call him and he's like "I have your phone cracker" and we're like "ok meet us here at Bleeker street and we'll give you $25 for bringing it back" LUCKY ME the guy is from South Carolina and knows shit about the City. We get him to do it anyway, but he goes to the wrong street and never calls us back and fucking stood there for half an hour waiting for us but we didn't know where he was. Now he wants $50 for it or he's going to sell it. FUCK THAT. I want to report it stollen and say I know who has it and see if Verison will track its location (because it is on) and see if I can get it back. All he'd have to do is drop it off at any Verison store, say he found it, and they'd mail it to me and I'd mail him focking $30. But I'm not giving him $50 not knowing if I'll ever get the phone. FUCK THAT. I say once again.
Still tonight was amazing, not even that shitty thing could ruin it.
Now back to the phone thing. Some black army guy found my phone on the subway and saw me looking for it but the train was leaving. So he calls pretty much everyone in my phonebook and we call him and he's like "I have your phone cracker" and we're like "ok meet us here at Bleeker street and we'll give you $25 for bringing it back" LUCKY ME the guy is from South Carolina and knows shit about the City. We get him to do it anyway, but he goes to the wrong street and never calls us back and fucking stood there for half an hour waiting for us but we didn't know where he was. Now he wants $50 for it or he's going to sell it. FUCK THAT. I want to report it stollen and say I know who has it and see if Verison will track its location (because it is on) and see if I can get it back. All he'd have to do is drop it off at any Verison store, say he found it, and they'd mail it to me and I'd mail him focking $30. But I'm not giving him $50 not knowing if I'll ever get the phone. FUCK THAT. I say once again.
Still tonight was amazing, not even that shitty thing could ruin it.