| 2:48 a.m. | this is fact not fiction, for the first time in years | 2003-11-15 |
| Reaped | shows i saw in the past coupla weeks: death cab for cutie/nada surf--sooo good. shoegaze, i am thou. transatlantism--ivory lines---is that a slide whistle in that song? its like the winsome sighs of a lonely owl. that's the blue fairy talkin there. In fact, i think th emagic snake & the blue fairy got together w/ a bottle of wine & decided to hae party i nmy head. can you believe i'm doing this all on cr4bs computer? glutton fer punishment, i tell ya. (actually, not sposed to call him that anymore. against the geneva conventions of post break up relations: no more pet names. all the fellatio you can eat, but not the names, dear god. dear lord. transatlanticism is such a fucking good album. the kind that makes you wallow in yourself, feel the guitars, like my bloody valentine;s loveless: real ambient, but jerking that one nerve attached directly to your soul. reminds me another i've been listening to alot lately: ah, but it's escaped me now. sigh. but the thing that struk me about this show was how fucking OLD i was compared to the rest of them. mine the only vintage dress in sight. innundated by tulane freshmen. but maybe i'm becoming bitter at the foreboding glare of six and twenty. over the hump. some say it gets better at 30, but ther's still four long years stretching out b4 that... and then theres the whole thing w/ m00n leaving early w/ tracy. they were back on the couch at m&m's when we finally got home (after, incidentally, leaving my car the the fucking Avenue in the lower garden dist. b/c crab was too soused/v4liumed to drive MY CAR, which i did not know he was doing. Jeez! men! fuck!), acting uber-innocent on the couch. Hmm other highlights: cover of Love will Tear us Apart (love & rockets or peter murphy?) during death cab: nada surf ponderously avoiding 'popular'. they were good, kinda like Hum in that dirge-y distortion. but again, this was an indie show. M1ke calls them Tuls', like "tools", since the college radio is wtul. i'm not a tool though. i mock them & actually ENJOY the show. amateurs. oik, but other shows...lesseee superfurry animals/grandaddy--good times. sFa are celtic brit lil' hotties. bought their album at the show they were so good live. highlights included: red power ranger helmet on lead singer who then held the mic TO HIS EYE to sing. hell yeah--rings around the world their latest--check it out--like brits doin post beach boys.seriously. then grandaddy--on par w/ radiohead in technicality/lyricism/showmanship/& ok, sound in a way. lead singer had rolodex of lyrics but some serious Moogs 7 a guy working th laptop to remix everything in the back. but it was only 15 bucks! (unfortunately, the album Softmore slump was loaned to me by our favorite jive turkey the pathological lying cabbie. shoulda lied & said i didn't have it in the car that night. shoulda jus run over his ass & got the cd back. though knowing my luck it'd be cracked in the impact. *sigh* why are men such horny self righteous assholes? ) But back to the review: both bands utilized laptop projector tech, and had trippy clips & vids projected behind them as they played. & yes, the super furry animals actually are super furry, at least for the finale in their fuzzy furry neo-neranderthal constumes. RAWK. dave atell/lewis black/mitch hedburg--comedy show at the orpheum. funny. lewis black said "fuck" alot & tried to have aheart atatck on stage. heckling ensued thru-out show. overall a good time. some westbank cajun dudes in the front room of the Columns Hotel: in sum: friend from back in the day (think 5th grade gifted to college) in town for amerian society of neurology. fed at Jacques Imo's, likkered at Columns. they wanted live real nola music? a fiddle & acoustic guitar accompanying french cajun folk songs can't get more real. espescially in a hotel dating to the 1800's. that's it til next thursday, when twilight swingers come to Tips. (12 bucks!! love it! ) Greg Dulli is the lead singer, other players change depending on album. He used to be the Afghan Whigs guy. His coice oozes sex and regret and growling seduction. I imagine I & every other sexy beast in the city will be there to seduce him or at the very least, have an aural orgasm. ha. google that, bitch. & that's been my life this past coupla weeks, interspersed w/ 80s night & random visits to the Ave & various FQ locales. ....& again i sigh at boys. i've found a new crush. probably not unrequited but occupying nonetheless. I love this part. the heart racing & smiles & general happy flirty nature of it. Hooking up w/ the atlanta punk hottie didna hurt either. & m00n may be a free woman soon. i'm saying, trading spaces, only m00n stays here. holla holla. where da boyz at? that's what i'm sayin yo. & i found this quote off live journal. somewhere wherein their friends lies the object of my desire. quite appropo, i think. (& please realize I'm quite drunk/st0ned/waxing poetically on my own stupid bullshit at this p;oint. sigh) Everyone should live in New Orleans, but not for so long that it makes you inhuman STEAL THIS SONG: Passenger Seat, death cab for cutie.
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