happy birthday to me
First and foremost, before you do anything else, watch this video: www.blacknasty.net/HI5.mov and love it.
In the past week I've seen Busdriver (January 21), Vetiver
(January 22) and Dmonstrations (January 24--incidentally my birthday.)
Busdriver played at some strange diner place called The Metaphor Cafe in Escondido. There is no proper way to describe the venue, but I'm going to try numerically:
1) When I told Dan from Kill Me Tomorrow I saw Busdriver there he said, "Where?" I described it and he said, "Why didn't he just play Cane's?" I had no good answer.
2) The place was run by a bunch of barely 21-year-olds and a few way-too-olds. One of the way-too-olds referred to himself as a "Cracker Rapper."
3) Cracker Rapper and his group "L.I.E." refused to get off the stage, and people actually started to leave the stage area after Cracker Rapper continually asked if they'd like to "hear a freestyle." 'Cos that's what he was all about. Freestylin'
4) Of the 13 rappers/DJs who comprised the four groups who opened for
Busdriver, one person was black--and he was the weakest rapper. The rest were grimy white trashy and/or frat types, strange little Asians and a Mexican. This struck me as odd.
Anyway, Busdriver's delivery is uncanny, and I'm so glad I saw him at a tiny venue, whether it was a wannabe shithole or not. Oh yeah...I also went to a funeral for one of Jen's neighbors this day, the highlight of which was this big ol' Samoan lady singing like Bessie Smith at the end. (It was one of those "celebration of life" funerals, which, in my opinion, has got to be the best way to deal with a tragedy. People smiled and laughed more than they cried. There's something to be said for that.)
Vetiver was boring hippy stuff (another thing I talked to Dan about) so the best part of that evening was watching everyone slowly discover that Devendra Banhart would not actually be playing with the band, as the venue had advertised for months. This was also Jen's birthday day...we spent most of it walking around this outdoor mall in La Jolla (that's where the seals are).
My birthday seemed to come and go without incident. I woke up. I ate oatmeal. I went to see Underworld: Evolutions, which was to Underworld what The Matrix: Reloaded was to The Matrix, except worse because Underworld wasn't all that good anyway. Jen came home from school bearing Monty Python and the Holy Grail. We ate London Broil. We left to go see Dmonstrations at this dude Wilson's house. We got lost. We arrived just in time. Said hello to many folk. Got wished happy birthday by Grm from Mr. and Mrs. Tribute to Ugliness. Got scared for a minute, then realized he had seen the Myspace announcement about it. Got home and was treated to the following text from my brother: "Hey only 4 more years till your thirty fag. Haha. happy b-day."
And thus and suchforth ends my post.
Currently Listening to: Ruins
In the past week I've seen Busdriver (January 21), Vetiver
(January 22) and Dmonstrations (January 24--incidentally my birthday.)Busdriver played at some strange diner place called The Metaphor Cafe in Escondido. There is no proper way to describe the venue, but I'm going to try numerically:
1) When I told Dan from Kill Me Tomorrow I saw Busdriver there he said, "Where?" I described it and he said, "Why didn't he just play Cane's?" I had no good answer.
2) The place was run by a bunch of barely 21-year-olds and a few way-too-olds. One of the way-too-olds referred to himself as a "Cracker Rapper."
3) Cracker Rapper and his group "L.I.E." refused to get off the stage, and people actually started to leave the stage area after Cracker Rapper continually asked if they'd like to "hear a freestyle." 'Cos that's what he was all about. Freestylin'
4) Of the 13 rappers/DJs who comprised the four groups who opened for
Busdriver, one person was black--and he was the weakest rapper. The rest were grimy white trashy and/or frat types, strange little Asians and a Mexican. This struck me as odd.Anyway, Busdriver's delivery is uncanny, and I'm so glad I saw him at a tiny venue, whether it was a wannabe shithole or not. Oh yeah...I also went to a funeral for one of Jen's neighbors this day, the highlight of which was this big ol' Samoan lady singing like Bessie Smith at the end. (It was one of those "celebration of life" funerals, which, in my opinion, has got to be the best way to deal with a tragedy. People smiled and laughed more than they cried. There's something to be said for that.)
Vetiver was boring hippy stuff (another thing I talked to Dan about) so the best part of that evening was watching everyone slowly discover that Devendra Banhart would not actually be playing with the band, as the venue had advertised for months. This was also Jen's birthday day...we spent most of it walking around this outdoor mall in La Jolla (that's where the seals are).
My birthday seemed to come and go without incident. I woke up. I ate oatmeal. I went to see Underworld: Evolutions, which was to Underworld what The Matrix: Reloaded was to The Matrix, except worse because Underworld wasn't all that good anyway. Jen came home from school bearing Monty Python and the Holy Grail. We ate London Broil. We left to go see Dmonstrations at this dude Wilson's house. We got lost. We arrived just in time. Said hello to many folk. Got wished happy birthday by Grm from Mr. and Mrs. Tribute to Ugliness. Got scared for a minute, then realized he had seen the Myspace announcement about it. Got home and was treated to the following text from my brother: "Hey only 4 more years till your thirty fag. Haha. happy b-day."And thus and suchforth ends my post.
Currently Listening to: Ruins
posted by Jeremiah at 11:09 AM
1 Comments:
damn yr little brother for beating me. i was getting to the end of the post and was like "i'm going to leave him a message saying '30 yet, fag?'"
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and hello! your day also consisted of talking to me on the telephone. god, i'm important.
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