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I've only been doing this since 1985.

As evidenced in guitar_deth

I BELIEVE I WAS PROMISED SOME 'STIMULUS' IN MY 'ECONOMY'
AND BY 'ECONOMY' I MEAN 'PANTS'
AND BY 'PANTS' I MEAN 'TESTICLES'
AND BY 'TESTICLES' I MEAN 'TESTICLES'

Mentioned the Saturday show to Sean when he got home, and he said "don't"

Apparently they're coming to one of his venues. The venue I saw them at the first time (when th' NUGE opened). Every one was drunk, cheerful, happy, dancing, and having fun, making it hands-down the most fun I'd ever had at a large-venue concert.

Six months later, I saw them again at our local amphitheater: Everyone was old, tired, sober, and sitting down the whole time. People only stood up and danced when they played "Legs". It fucking SUCKED.

Saturday's show, at Harrah's Rincon San Diego, sounds like it would be the more like the latter. So I'm giving Saturday a pass.

Actual work convo:

L: (regarding executive secretary, 60-ish, recently made supervisor of several departments) She's really moving up! She'll be wearing serious platform heels soon, you'll see!

Me: Yeah!

L: So will [CEO]!

Me: Oh my God! Worst Rocky Horror cast EVER!

The conversation degenerated from there, as we tried to 'cast' the entire executive staff...

I'm better connected, concert-wise, than anyone else I know. I'm on everyone's mailing list: all the venues, ticketbastard, ticketweb, etc, etc, etc, plus the whole Sonic Living profile, sending me alerts 3-4 times a week based on the information I send to Last FM, and also the whole "my housemate works in the ticketing industry" thing. There's no show I've seen in the last year+ that I haven't known about MONTHS in advance.

So how am I just finding out now that ZZ Top is playing Saturday night???????

Tom CanBe is a very mean and cruel person for calling me up and making me witness the horror that was the American Idol contestants singing Reeling in the Years.

Have at it

From my "Favorites" mix, in reverse chronological order from how it reeled off today.

Big Business
Firewater
NIN
Tomahawk
The Damned
Steely Dan
Lard
Madness
Queens of the Stone Age
Soul Coughing
3 Inches of Blood
XTC

You're not punk. You will never be punk. Real punks were louder, stupider, and more full of drugs than you are. Gnarlier drugs, too.

They didn't go to malls and buy designer clothes. They couldn't afford to. Because THEY DIDN'T LIVE WITH THEIR MOMS. And they were IN BANDS for a living. Also: they needed the money for heroin and cocaine.

Most of them gave hand jobs to old men for drug money at some point in their lives.

You will also note that all the bands represented on your mass-marketed "punk" clothing are about 30 years old. That is because, whether those bands are still together or not, the movement they were part of died in the early 80's. After that, it was all posers wearing costumes. JUST LIKE YOU.

Buying a mass-market reprint of a 30 year old t-shirt that only 100 people bought originally is not punk.
Buying a black jean vest with frayed edges and a Millions of Dead Cops patch sewed on the back at Hot Topic is the exact opposite of everything punk was or was ever supposed to be. If you want to be punk, grow facial hair from a single one-inch diameter section in the middle of one cheek, affect a bowl-cut, and take that awful florescent shirt your aunt brought you from Florida last year, draw a swastika on the forehead of the shimmering, leaping dolphin in the middle, and wear it to school every day until they kick you out. Then go graffiti a Hot Topic.

Until then, you're just a fucking hippie to me.

You'll 'grow up' in a couple of years, get a career, get married, and have idiot spawn of your own. Maybe they'll latch on to a 30 years-dead youth culture product echelon, and you'll be powerless to get them to understand how terrible grunge, boy bands, and Brittney Spears were.

Pathetic.

That must have been one hell of a bike ride...

*It is much, much cooler in Vegas right now than it is here. Mid 70's with a cool breeze. Currently in my home @ 9:30 am it is about 80 and the air don't move.

*The Sahara is pretty ghetto, but nowhere near what people were saying. We've stayed at Binion's, fer chrissake.

*There was a transvestite convention of some kind in town. Like REALLY OBVIOUS men in women's clothing, deep voices, and stuffed bras. Hysterical.

*Lost money at Pai Gow. Won some back at Let It Ride and Craps, of all things.

*Played no poker. Just wasn't feeling it.

*gambled at the Sahara, MGM Grand, & Bill's Gambling Hall.

*I mostly managed to keep Gamblor at bay, but succumbed somewhat yesterday afternoon - enough so to take my 'down at little' to 'down way more than I should be'.

*Our usual trio of myself, stevedallas, and Coyan was joined by capitano, who injected a much-needed going-places-and-doing-things vibe into our usual find-a-seat-and-gamble-until-the-plane-leaves routine.

*as a result, we did far more walking than we've ever done in Vegas, and ate heroically.

*Aquarium @ Mandalay Bay++++++

*ate at Bellagio's buffet, which is a tad expensive, but delicious.

*ate at the churrascaria @ the Mirage, which was a little too close to meat night @ Agoura to sound really good, but wound up being fantastic and with a completely different vibe from Agoura, at approximately the same price. Winner: grilled pr0k & pineapple.

*never really got drunk. I tried a couple times, but I was mostly too full of food for proper amounts of imbibing & absorption to take place.

*didn't smoke neither, but just being there was close. I woke up Friday morning with a raw throat & a swollen tongue. WHEEEEEE.

*America! Fuck yeah!

*What's that word?

*Monorail!

*or: Manilow!

*we had every intention of drinking @ the Quark bar, but just never made it...

*plane ride in was a little rough, but nowhere near as bad as last September's was; plane ride back was like we weren't flying at all...

Off to Vegas for a couple of days. You kids be good, now.

Here's some stuff to tide you over:

I maked a muxtape, like all the cool kids are doing. Mine is equal parts silly, avante-garde, and metal. Just like me. Derived from things I've put in my iPod in the last month or so.

I've deleted a lot of my Apophysis gallery, and added a whole lot more. I need to get a new bit, I've already reached ludicrous numbers here...

I'm going to repost opportunities for you to bask in the glow of my nonstalgia.

The deluxe version of Ghosts I-IV hasn't even shipped yet, but Trent's released a brand new, free single.

Oh! I knew there was something else! Check out these super cool live Idiot Flesh videos!

Enough of my current and past coworkers are finding me on Linked In that I'm going to have to bite the bullet and put up a REAL profile...

Oh. Shit.

[EDIT: OK, so 95%+ this is total bullshit. BUT: what WILL the end of consumerism look like???]

Oh, substitute

Lookee what I found!

A moment or 20 of your time, please.


Just download it

Some of you hipper people will see the third song coming...

Rock & Roll (aka: the music you shit on for a living) is supposed to be about being young (even in defiance of physical age), stupid, full of horse-doctor's doses of inebriants, and totally sociopathic, especially towards to opposite sex.

Listening to 4 songs in a row about intimacy, fidelity, and the awesomeness and primacy of your girlfriend that fail to mention graphic sexual details only leads me to make a conclusion of your total loserdom. You may be rich, but you fail at rock and roll.

This primer, provided by the Godfather of Soul, should clear things up for you.

HTH HAND

Having just finished my second bottle since being introduced a month and a half ago I must EMPHATICALLY recommend this product!

Sweet, delicious, highly alcoholic, and at about $25 a bottle, only about $7 more that a comparable amount of Maker's Mark. And since it's not scotch, I don't feel bad about guzzling or mixing it with Coke...

Man, that is some fucking BULLSHIT right there...