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I guess I should update
kikibird says I need to update more often. Sorry.

Saw that guy in the city on Tuesday. I guess he was decent, the guy who opened for him looked like newjersey native Michael Douglas playing a local artsy independant musician. I'd link to his website, but it's down, as Pete gave him shit for at the end of the evening. But yeah, that Bob guy was ok I guess. A little too nasaly...

Ok, that was my trite review to irk noelr. Here's my real review of the concert:

This grunge man played at the Bowery Ballroom
About 200 people were at the show
The jam session was awesome
It whipped a werewolf with a belt

Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould!

The man played it on at the show
The man got down like a magickist
The crowd roared like a tidal wave
The jam session whupped a tiger's ass

Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould!

The rock show was over
A lot of people met the guy
The jam session was a success
It was a-whupping on a horse's ass

Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould
Bob Mould!

Rock over London, rock on Chicago!
Be a pepper, drink Dr. Pepper!

Woah. I don't know what got into me. Seriously, the guy before him looked like Michael Douglas as an undercover police officer posing as a local musician, pretending to live upstate with his new daughter, giving out as little personal information at possible while still tuning his guitar and bantering so much during his set that the audience yelled at ``Bobby'' when he started turning his guitar. ``NO MORE TUNING!'' one irate fellow bellowed. Pete attempted to learn more about this anti-label independant musician, but his website was down. During the incredibly long wait on line for our coats, Pete stopped him and interrogated about his website's problems, his child's name, and so forth.

The headliner, ``Bobby'' (as everyone shouted), was a damn good set. From what Pete said, he played all the crap that Pete wanted to hear and then some. He played hiphopatcong's song, some classic crap my brother used to listen to, and some of his soon to be released stuff. During the banter, almost half of the questions he answered were from Pete. ``Why did you move to D.C?'' ``I thought it would be safer than New York City. Hah!'' Or about his partner's health, after a hospital visit in Kentucky, ``Is he fine now?'' ``Yeah, thanks.'' Nothing earth moving from the inventor of alternative music, or whatever you people claim he did, at least in the way of dialogue, but it was fun to watch him talk with Pete.

The venue itself was fairly standard, your typical Bowery club, not too shabby at all. One of the better vodka and tonics at a bar in NYC that's not overpriced. An interesting mix of twentysomethings and balding gay men in the audience. mrfantasy requires I ask the SSA, but Pete offered to let me borrow some albums.

Before the concert, we hit a decent Mexican restaurant a few blocks on the other side of NYU from the venue. The guacamole wasn't bad, but Pete thought he could have done better. We left hiphopatcong's number for the cute waitress. All in all, a fun evening.... except for the fucking getting home shit. Just barely miss the PATH at 1, catch the next one into Hoboken, and catch the last train to Madison out of there. Got home at like three or four.

Which brings us to Wednesday, the evening of kikibird and runstaverun's party. runstaverun had the finest costume of the evening, dressed as Eddie Munster. kikibird was a beautiful cephalopod, with the correct answer to why she was red and everything! doughnutman was Thor, with an awesome hammer supplied by angryjohnny, but no helmet. theangst came as a poser goth, but no one noticed. windexcowboy was entertaining as a sysadmin, and I played Ted, the bane of theangst's adventures as Robin Hood. Emily who needs to get a journal (as does her boss John S6) came as a twelve breasted woman, from an alternate universe where we have litters apparently. doughnutman and kikibird were blown away by the speed at which I removed all six bras with one hand, only looking once, and called me a man whore.

Last night CS had an absolute blast with no consequences. It was way too much fun, and I dropped a clue at cybersphere which I bet no one got. Oh well.

Tonight I was supposed to go to towelboy's party, which was supposed to be Friday or Saturday. I made plans Saturday some time ago, but thought I could still get Friday in. Since then, he's said that no one can make Friday (except me), so he's now only having it Saturday... when I'm busy. I've been calling him trying to see if he still wants me tonight, but haven't gotten through all night. Oh well.

I should go stub my toe or something. Yeah, I know I linked to way too many Maiden videos this post. But just check out this one. Power chords are your friends. Even if it is pre-Bruce.

Feeling: melancholy melancholy
Listening to: Iron Maiden, Phantom of the Opera

Chorus of 5 demons || Preach it
noelr From: noelr Date: November 1st, 2002 06:42 pm (UTC) (Hard link)

Marc told you no one could make Friday?

I was gonna come down Friday (which I guess is today), but he said he had plans for that day, so come Saturday. Sheesh.

No, that didn't irk me. I'm not a huge Mould-lover myself, though I do have some Sugar albums. Doug used to like him until he found out he was gay.
kingfox From: kingfox Date: November 4th, 2002 08:19 am (UTC) (Hard link)

Yeah, he said I should aim for Saturday instead...

Yeah... As Reesa, former RA of Welch, said.. "I think that boy has issues he needs to confront."
noelr From: noelr Date: November 4th, 2002 08:42 am (UTC) (Hard link)
well, then you're not on my "fuck you all" list, but rather on an extended abstract version of my "yay us" list.
kikibird From: kikibird Date: November 1st, 2002 08:17 pm (UTC) (Hard link)

I guess I should comment

wonderful review! I can't wait until we go to see Wesley. That should be an even better review because it will be like he is singing about himself. I wonder if he has ever done that?
sorry you can't make it saturday. and thanks for coming on wednesday.
kingfox From: kingfox Date: November 4th, 2002 08:23 am (UTC) (Hard link)

Bob Mould is a working class dog

Yup! He's done a song about himself, and a song about his band doing a show. The former is a deep autobiographical song, revealing his feelings of himself:

I am a nice guy in Jesus' name
I have a mean schizophrenia demon in my head
My demon racks me with profanity
My demon tells me lies and says I'm a jerk, a bum and an asshole
My demon keeps me from joy bus riding by torturing me

The latter is a typical review of his:

When I had a show at the Ludlow, I was getting down on stage
About 35,000 people watched the show
The crowed roared

And hell, thank you for Wednesday. It was tons of fun, and I loved my gift.
Chorus of 5 demons || Preach it