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Thursday, February 17, 2005

When Feelings Stopped And Writing Began.

My boy Big predicted this thing exactly; more money more problems. Well, Mr. Smalls, I can imagine that producing hit rap records made for a better living than slinging crack in the neighborhood. It would produce the same style of problem, but at least you could stop selling rock. Think about it. The problem with having money is that someone always wants it. The problem with having crack is someone always needs it. The line between want and necessity begins to blur. Have you ever seen someone smoke crack? As they put their lips to the tiny pipe, their eyes light up like a Republican in a strip club. The same thing goes for money. If you’re in a casino and someone hits, they get pumped like a junkie who just scored. In both cases, everyone around these victors wait in nervous anticipation for their turn. Money and crack were both introduced by our government with the hopes of controlling the populace. One was directed at establishing while the other sought elimination. Each agent became the cause and solution for many of society’s problems. It’s a simple comparison, but one that should be noted.

Hmmm… I don’t know what the point of that exercise was, but it just came out because Notorious B.I.G.’s Juicy was the first song played in my office today. Well, that, and the fact that last night I went out in pursuit of money and wound up getting hooch. It’s a vicious cycle that began with a shift at Webster Hall for the Beatles cover band, The Fab Faux. They pulled off a spot on performance of Abby Road before kicking into the hits during their second set. Gigs and I (wo)manned the front door for the first half of the night before Noah joined us for a while. The crowd was sweet except for one guy who got mad and told me to fuck off while he tore off his bracelet and threw it in my face. That type of actions really makes me laugh. Anyway, it was an older, drunker crowd, and they had a rowdy good time.

By 11pm I made my way back down to the neighborhood. My hope was to catch up on some sleep, but instead Dana and I decided to get a couple drinks. I swung by her house, and we saddled up at 151 where Danny was pouring the drinks while Mr. Perez played a solid mix of old punk and hardcore tunes. We shot the shit with Molly for awhile, and the two girls tried to bully me into buying a plane ticket for SXSW. They actually had me considering the idea of getting a credit card, but more debt isn’t desired. We took a seat and watched as the Diamond Nights spillover began to mildly crowd the bar. Laura Little Man cruised in with Steve and filled us in on what we’d missed. After a glass of whiskey, we called it a night and I went home to get cozy with Family Guy.


Words From The Street, (aka Cunts On MTV).

*** Tonight you might be going to the L-D Section I show at Mercury or The French Kicks at Bowery or The Kasabian show at Irving. Either way, you should cruise by Atomique afterwards for the possibility of free beer and New Order tunes. Go to Melody Nelson for RSVP instructions. Check out the flyer below for details:



*** Take a second to listen to Black Lipstick’s new single, Bob Fosse. They have been one of my favorite bands to come out of Texas in awhile. I remember seeing Black Lipstick at Hanks Saloon with The Fiery Furnaces opening way back in the day. There were 20 people at the show, and Little Chris got so drunk that he tried to start a fight right before puking all over a Rite Aide. Luckily I diffused the fight and Erin helped me get him home.

*** I wonder if Pete’s P.O. will join him at
the awards show. He is up for some of the dumbest awards ever invented. If he’s the sexist man of the year, call me Brad Pitt.

*** The House says there will be
less titty on television. The FCC is beefing up their indecency fines for the boob tube. Thank god the kids of today are so internet savvy.

*** I don’t like the band, but I like the style. Locust
boycott all the Clear Channel venues on the upcoming Ipecac tour. It’s a double edged sword because they will also alienate their fan base in those markets, (if one exists).

*** The Cocteau Twins didn’t
spend much time broken up. This was expected.

*** Want to know what
Canadian’s loved about 2004? Yeah, me neither. If you are bored, check out what our neighbors to the north deemed the best of the best.

*** So go already. George Michael chooses to
fade away rather than continue his burn out.

Ok, sorry this post was so boring.

4 Comments:

Anonymous said.

Our government totally introduced money.

2/17/2005 8:08 PM  
jayloose said.

i'm glad my comments board is full of dickheads, but yes, i didn't mean that literally, but more the idea behind capitalism and the western industrial world. fuck man... you guys are tough on a kid who pisses out this dribble over his morning coffee.

kiss my dick.

2/18/2005 9:54 AM  
jayloose said.

and one more thing... didn't the gov't introduce money? i mean, is it that far off of a statement? who put monitary system? it may be a generalization, but it still doesn't warrant you being a prick.

hugs!
j

2/18/2005 9:58 AM  
tumblehawk said.

It's a sad fact of human nature and origins that the earliest known writings we have found are pebbles marked to denote different values for the purposes of trade...

2/18/2005 1:22 PM  

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