Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A Place to Bury Strangers

No other title seems suitable.
At least for APTBS' set, my setting resembled such a locality, both tactillicly and auditorily.
Even between songs, at least two players kept the airplane noise of doom goin' strong. Then tormented the audience with tantalizing build-ups followed by hypnotizing explosions of distortion.

And I ate it all up for dinner.

Not only did tonight sound like the funnest halloween I've ever had, but the band looked and even smelled the part as well. The light show consisted of a seemingly-purposefully-off-centered projection of some combination of Yes and Nirvana album art and graph paper. It shined as if turned on by a preoccupied substitute teacher who left the room to make copies, leaving the guitarist/vocalist in the dark only half of the time. Leaving me just enough time to catch a glimpse of his festive boxers: a pair covered with my favorite land creature. So like, who told him I loved bats?

The evil odor I speak of was a result of the two fog machines which I am now a firm believer are completely underrated. I should speak more of the catchy riffs and satisfyingly dance-able beats. Or how my entire body tingled at from start to finish. Or how MJ and I made it to Philly and back with ample time. However, watching the moon shrink back to its normal-sized whiteness and screaming Louder than Bombs louder than, well, bombs has seemed to have lulled me further into a daze and I must get a bit of sleep to fuel the prose portion of my Lit final tomorr- today.

My ears are almost back to normal which means I may have to travel to New York sometime in the nearish future and have my mind blown by "craziness".

I hope to dream of zombie Oliver Ackermann and his string-less guitar walking slowly through lingering fog and somehow catching up to me as I struggle to run in my Docs.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Misty Reflection

As mist stung my arms on this beautiful Monday evening, I recalled the events that made up my weekend that seemed to slip by quick as usual.
Friday was frisbee followed by baking. I baked Bambi's mini bleeding strawberry cupcakes and famous chocolate chips until I actually dropped. All worth it, of course, to hear reassuring "mmmms" and smiley munchers enjoying free music.
By fresh fire light, Tryina Be A Mammoth ( began the evening of free music with a soulfully sweet set like no one but Joe could have. He began bravely with a new song he had just completed a few hours prior. The entire set could not have been more charming what with us all cozied on the carpet of the cigar parlor, eyes fixed on the Mammoth's magic hands. Occasionally, I'd catch him let out a characteristic (and contagious) giggle.
Me and my crew of treat carriers packed up and moved on to enjoy the next show at Esteticks. Delicate Steve from North Jersey ( pleasantly surprised just about everyone in the sneaks store. Color was everywhere and although this was an entirely different atmosphere and acoustics set up, the crowd assimilated immediately; in fact, I believe we all skipped past the headbobfoottap and went right to a hop.
Next stop was Sparta Philharmonic ( at Siren. I always enjoy this band of brothers- lol-but seriously. I've seen them probably about 4 times at very different venues throughout the Doylestown area, and each time was equally as mind blowing. The pair excretes so much power, it's almost uncomfortable. Yet, it is impossible to turn away. I've honestly never seen so much passion condensed into a few live songs and I'm always yearning for that blast of crunch finale.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

That Smell of Swamp

The sun's not so bad afterall.
The stars were better though.

Thangs I want to do soon:
See oscar-nominated shorts at the County
Have Devon pierce me somewhere
Read in the grass
Head butt someone
Run in trails
Blink 182... again and again and again and again and again....and again
Play bass and sing
Make Bleeding Cupcakes
Ninja Turtles

Monday, March 15, 2010

Scared of the Sun

I daydream of sleep almost all day
and wish for a nightmare at 11:11

Monday, March 8, 2010

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Put a filter on it and

Tomorrow becomes brighter overnight.