that's right; in addition to my bottomlessly insightful rants about british bands (which i haven't really done in ages), i'm now going to waste space on myblog writing about what it's like to not be on myspace anymore. i'm quitting it for now (and facebook, too) in the hopes of reclaiming some of myvaluablesparetime and using it towards more productive ends. i sort of did this once before, when i quit the infamous and much-loved bowlie. it was like quitting heroin, but i left myhome away from home for a month that turned into almost a year and by the time i decided to go back, i didn't really give a shit anymore. i even tried the surrogate site anorak but i had changed too much to derive any pleasure from it, too. i don't really know what it's like to quit heroin, but i have decided to stop doing other drugs for awhile while i clear the (bad) internet out of myhead.
so i will now do something with mylife. besides writing a dissertation and teaching college. i figure that the people who know me will either call, text, hang out and drink with me or even read this. i liked myspace as a way to keep in touch with acquaintences, know and let it be known what others and i were doing on saturday, and even stalk people sometimes. i guess i just got tired of communicating with myfriends by tossing a bulletin out into the great wide vastness of nothing; i long for the old days when one had a party and actually had to call people and be able to hear immediately in their voice how they were a) in trouble with their girlfriend and staying in that night or b) stoked to come out and get loaded. myspace was making me friendship lazy. i'll miss shakefork records.
i'll let you know about the awesome short film i shoot or hit single i record. but first i need to clean myroom.
please give a rat's ass. when i am raking in two grand a month on google ads telling you about my clever dog/new baby/favorite baseball team someday, i will buy everyone who reads a drink.
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British Sea Power Empty Bottle 3/24/08
I wish I could say many, many great things about this show. I wanted to go see BSP and pee in my pants with sheer musical joy. Unfortunately, it pretty much sucked donkey dick. Oddly, the packed venue was partialy emptied out after the openers th 1900s finished (whether this was because they were somehow against all logic the primary draw or because many people were rendered physically ill after 15 minutes of it is unknown). Anyway, I surmise that the main problem most of the time was whoever was doing sound, although the possibility of the band's contribution to the aural chaos cannot be dismissed. I just don't have all the facts. What ended up happening was you couldn't hear the vocals or guitars for half of the 45-minute set. And imho, that's pretty much what BSP is all about. Sure they have a drummer and bass player (who totally drowned out everything else) and even a violinist (nice live touch), but it's the guitar interplay (with those searing, melodious leads) and Yan's singing that make them so distinctive. It was all lost through the first half of the set, which was comprised of most of "Do You Like Rock Music?"("No Lucifer," Down on the Ground," etc.). They ended strongly and threw in some oldies like "Remember Me," but it was kind of too late. I hate to pick on shit like this, as I know that most sound people are skilled and try really hard under stressful conditions, but I honestly felt like asking for my money back. It was still a big thrill for me to see BSP for the first time, but I was a little sad. Even through it all, they rocked, at least to someone like me who knew what it *should* have sounded like. And no giant bear. Note: This was the early show, and I imagine, not without an ass load of jealousy, that the late show was three-thousand times better.
I wish I could say many, many great things about this show. I wanted to go see BSP and pee in my pants with sheer musical joy. Unfortunately, it pretty much sucked donkey dick. Oddly, the packed venue was partialy emptied out after the openers th 1900s finished (whether this was because they were somehow against all logic the primary draw or because many people were rendered physically ill after 15 minutes of it is unknown). Anyway, I surmise that the main problem most of the time was whoever was doing sound, although the possibility of the band's contribution to the aural chaos cannot be dismissed. I just don't have all the facts. What ended up happening was you couldn't hear the vocals or guitars for half of the 45-minute set. And imho, that's pretty much what BSP is all about. Sure they have a drummer and bass player (who totally drowned out everything else) and even a violinist (nice live touch), but it's the guitar interplay (with those searing, melodious leads) and Yan's singing that make them so distinctive. It was all lost through the first half of the set, which was comprised of most of "Do You Like Rock Music?"("No Lucifer," Down on the Ground," etc.). They ended strongly and threw in some oldies like "Remember Me," but it was kind of too late. I hate to pick on shit like this, as I know that most sound people are skilled and try really hard under stressful conditions, but I honestly felt like asking for my money back. It was still a big thrill for me to see BSP for the first time, but I was a little sad. Even through it all, they rocked, at least to someone like me who knew what it *should* have sounded like. And no giant bear. Note: This was the early show, and I imagine, not without an ass load of jealousy, that the late show was three-thousand times better.
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