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2:04 p.m. When you can't call it ugly... 2003-06-11

Reaped In the spirit of Wednesday afternoons, I'm just sitting here doing nothing. Catching up on all the dland drama I missed in the midst of my personal breakdown.
It's good to do it once in awhile. Keeps it real. Just wish the load time for pages wasn't so slow. Smutty network of spootiness.
So, one of my co-workers is in this band, & they won a place in the finals of a Battle of the Bands contest. NO cover, so me & a couple other work people showed up, 'cos there was a $1500 prize & ya gotta support your local music scene, right?
It was out at this place called the Dock in the west end by Lake Pontchartrain. Took me 3 tries to get on I10 in the right direction, then a couple u-turns in parking lots once I made it to the lakefront, but eventually I made it to the bar.
You know the kind. Huge, attached to a Marina & hotel & restaurant, a vision in wood pilings & sailing rope, so luminous & large & clean that the water is embarrassed to show itself. Not your typical Crescent City bar. Tour-ist trap, from the bevy of sunburnt 15 year olds clamoring for scooters in the front to the smell of overpriced fried food coming from the kitchen. A fucking R0lling R0ck is $2.75? What is this, Hong Kong?
Sadly no. But the band was ok. Like, technically they were great: tight, precise, able to switch guitar pedals in a single bound, most creative use of bongos ever...but the singer. *sigh* He shoulda stuck with the bongos. I really hate seeing good bands with tone-deaf singers. Especially when you know them personally. I mean, what can you say at that point? It's like telling M4d0nna her kids are ugly. You just don't do it. You CAN'T do it. But, much like M4d0nna's work, if you ignored the off key notes they were really good. Instrumentally. Much better than the nu-metal wanna-bes on after them. Unfortunately, jam sessions do not a metal band make. So we'll see. They were also first which always sucks in terms of sound, especially when the sound guy has the IQ of a spider monkey.
But I digress. The show was good, albeit short, & afterwards I managed in quick succession to 1)Spill beer all over my co-workers' girl friend 2)call her the wrong name 3) in a poor attempt to make conversation, falsely insinuate I had the hots for her b/f by trying to talk about my fetish for guitarists. However, observing that there was no way for that situation to go any worse, I found it more funny rather than simply humiliating. Maybe I'm maturing.
So anyway, I waited for my ol' smoking croney Proverbs to finish his beer & then made tracks back to Uptown to screen Dr. Strangelove & do mad b0ng hits. Er, pipe swats. M00n broke the b0ng cleaning it last weekend. She wears latex gloves when she cleans her pieces, which to me sounds incredibly dumb, since as soon as you add water you have no friction and slip suddenly also no b0ng. And that's exactly what happened. Sheesh.
In conclusion, my friend's band didn't win, but neither did the Korn-abbes so it was vindicative. Some blusey band w/ keyboards & a chick singer I didn't stick around for won the money. Figures, goddamn glass ceiling.
Sown

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2:04 p.m.	When you can't call it ugly...	2003-06-11
Reaped	In the spirit of Wednesday afternoons, I'm just sitting here doing nothing. Catching up on all the dland drama I missed in the midst of my personal breakdown. It's good to do it once in awhile. Keeps it real. Just wish the load time for pages wasn't so slow. Smutty network of spootiness. So, one of my co-workers is in this band, & they won a place in the finals of a Battle of the Bands contest. NO cover, so me & a couple other work people showed up, 'cos there was a $1500 prize & ya gotta support your local music scene, right? It was out at this place called the Dock in the west end by Lake Pontchartrain. Took me 3 tries to get on I10 in the right direction, then a couple u-turns in parking lots once I made it to the lakefront, but eventually I made it to the bar. You know the kind. Huge, attached to a Marina & hotel & restaurant, a vision in wood pilings & sailing rope, so luminous & large & clean that the water is embarrassed to show itself. Not your typical Crescent City bar. Tour-ist trap, from the bevy of sunburnt 15 year olds clamoring for scooters in the front to the smell of overpriced fried food coming from the kitchen. A fucking R0lling R0ck is $2.75? What is this, Hong Kong? Sadly no. But the band was ok. Like, technically they were great: tight, precise, able to switch guitar pedals in a single bound, most creative use of bongos ever...but the singer. sigh He shoulda stuck with the bongos. I really hate seeing good bands with tone-deaf singers. Especially when you know them personally. I mean, what can you say at that point? It's like telling M4d0nna her kids are ugly. You just don't do it. You CAN'T do it. But, much like M4d0nna's work, if you ignored the off key notes they were really good. Instrumentally. Much better than the nu-metal wanna-bes on after them. Unfortunately, jam sessions do not a metal band make. So we'll see. They were also first which always sucks in terms of sound, especially when the sound guy has the IQ of a spider monkey. But I digress. The show was good, albeit short, & afterwards I managed in quick succession to 1)Spill beer all over my co-workers' girl friend 2)call her the wrong name 3) in a poor attempt to make conversation, falsely insinuate I had the hots for her b/f by trying to talk about my fetish for guitarists. However, observing that there was no way for that situation to go any worse, I found it more funny rather than simply humiliating. Maybe I'm maturing. So anyway, I waited for my ol' smoking croney Proverbs to finish his beer & then made tracks back to Uptown to screen Dr. Strangelove & do mad b0ng hits. Er, pipe swats. M00n broke the b0ng cleaning it last weekend. She wears latex gloves when she cleans her pieces, which to me sounds incredibly dumb, since as soon as you add water you have no friction and slip suddenly also no b0ng. And that's exactly what happened. Sheesh. In conclusion, my friend's band didn't win, but neither did the Korn-abbes so it was vindicative. Some blusey band w/ keyboards & a chick singer I didn't stick around for won the money. Figures, goddamn glass ceiling.	Sown
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