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--Fiend
October 2002 Archives
So, for those of you who care, here’s my rundown of the Badly Drawn Boy show I saw at TLA last Friday with Effie. It was, in a word, incredible. He played for nearly two and a half hours, and not a bit of it fell flat. And he didn’t storm out like he apparently did at another recent show. Score! Really though, it was nice. I highly recommend it.
Some guy, Adam Green, whose music I’ve seen described as "antifolk," opened for BDB. What can I say? His 30 minute set consisted of silly songs about Jessica Simpson and, uh, other stuff. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention, and spent most of the time engrossed in conversation with Effie about her new crush. After his set there was another 30 minutes or so before Damon took the stage. Then, yes, the moment we were all waiting for."Octopus’s Garden" by the Beatles played while the lights came up and the band members took their places on stage. Damon came on, said "this next song is gonna be the first song in the set" to much laughter, and jumped right into "40 Days & 40 Fights." (Quite possibly one of my favorite songs off the new album, and, therefore, a great choice for an opener.) At first he seemed to have zero stage presence, he just played and smoked and drank, but eventually he started to interact with the crowd. He asked a guy, Kevin, why his girlfriend wasn’t there, and then advised him to get a new one (one with more respect for great music, I’d assume), adding "first you need to change your name to something ultra sexy." I agree. Then he played a couple of songs from the "About A Boy" soundtrack, including "Silent Sigh," first played with a yucky synth edge, then with a prettier piano sound. I’d say it’s a measure of his versatility that he likes messing about with his songs, first taking them in one direction, then another, before finally settling on one way of playing them.After teasing the crowd with the opening bit of "Once Around The Block" he brought out a talking James Brown doll to play with. It did its bit, sang its song, and then BDB said "alright, fuck off" and had it escorted off stage. Then some more songs from "About A Boy" and a cover of "Let The Sunshine In" from "Hair." I didn’t quite recognize the song for what it was at first, but I knew from the lyrics that it wasn’t anything he’d written. Then, rather than go through the scripted farce that is leaving the stage, then coming back for an "encore," he said "I’m gonna take a five minute break to change my underwear."A few minutes later he came back and said that the next song, "The Shining," was for everyone’s kids, and asked us whether we’d like to see some pictures of his kids, Eadie and Oscar. He offered to pass them around, provided we return them, but a loud guy in the back shouted, "Don’t trust us!" and killed any chance of that happening. Then he played "Once Around The Block" with slightly improvised lyrics, including a line which rhymed garage and marriage. Aww, silly Brits with their cute little accents. A bit later, after sizing up the crowd, he said, "You never see George Bush at a gig like this, do you?" and segued into a short ditty with the lyrics "That’s why I’m running for president… and I’m gonna lose." What a world it would be if Badly Drawn Boy were president…After playing a couple more new songs he returned, once again, to his older material and played an interesting medley of "Cause A Rockslide" and "Pissing In The Wind" ("Don’t applaud that, that was rubbish.") and then transitioned into a full-fledged version of "Pissing In The Wind." I got bored with the song, which I usually do when I’m playing "Hour Of Bewilderbeast," and refilled my water bottle (they made me throw away my bottle of water before I came in, then charged $2.75 at the concession stand for one; grr!) in the bathroom sink. The bathroom itself was, though an interesting use of space as Effie noted, rather disgusting, and thus I questioned the quality of the water from the tap. When I asked a random woman in the bathroom how scuzzy she thought the water was she said, "It’s cleaner than everything else here, if that’s any indication." Sad, but true.At this point the show was on its last leg, so Damon asked the crowd for requests. A guy near the stage requested "Walking Out Of Stride," which Damon said he’d never played live before because people usually forget about the shorter songs like that. (Untrue! I totally wanted him to play "Imaginary Lines!" And it didn’t happen! Damn me and my hardly audible voice! Ok, so, yes, on that note…) Next someone requested, and the vagueness of this about killed me, "something by Bruce Springsteen." Damon’s a big fan of The Boss, and so he quite easily played bits from "Born To Run" and "Thunder Road." Then he paid tribute to his idol by saying, "God bless Bruce, he made me do this in the first place" and quickly added, "… let’s not forget Bon Jovi." I’m not sure if he was kidding about the Bon Jovi part, but I certainly hope he was.For his last song he asked the sound guy for an echo and, to the tune of "The Further I Slide," made beat box noises and sang in a falsetto voice. It was great watching him fool around with the echo and see what funky things he could come up with. After much goofiness he said, "I think I’m getting the hang of this," and started into the lyrics to "The Further I Slide." It was a nice way to end the set cause it got a lot of the couples dancing and put everyone in a chill mood.Some hours later Effie and I finally made it back to Penn (our knowledge of SEPTA is sketchy, at best), me quite content at having finally seen one of my favorite artists in concert, and Effie now one of Badly Drawn Boy's biggest fans. All in all, it was a good night. -ChristineAlright, I finally found a little time to make my post. Read my last post to hear about what I did Friday night in DC. Saturday we were back in Baltimore, and I pretty much didn't do much other than get up and watch an hour or so of The Fellowship of the Ring and then read and burn cd's all day and eat dinner and fix this labtop till about eight. At which point we went down to the gym where the Ben Folds concert would be the next day and help set up. We laid down this blue tarp stuff and taped it to the floor, but everything else was pretty much already set up. The rest would happen the next day when they brought the stage, the piano, the drums, etc.
So the next day I sleep in till maybe eleven I think and then get up and shower and get ready to head down the concert where my brother Joe and his roommate and everyone else had already been since 8:30. When I show up the stage was already built, which was amazing, the sound board was out (but not plugged in yet) and everything was looking pretty cool. Well, piano was supposed to show up around 1:00 and the tuner I think the same time, and actually both showed up early I want to say. Highlight of the piano were the instructions faxed to my brother from Fold's people which read "The piano must be rolled, it can't be lifted. The piano can INJURE or KILL someone if mistreated." The piano was setup and tuned, and Ben was supposed to arrive around 3:00 and do the sound check.
Unfortunately, only the Sheikster shows (Duncan Sheik opened (he's the "I am barely breathing, I can't find the air" song guy)). Ben got stuck in traffic till just before 7:00 or so when doors OPENED at 7:00. But his quick fifteen minute warmup/sound check was pretty groovy and he played a medly essentially of the songs he'd play that night. Then he went up to the hopsitality room that we'd set up for him. The doors were opened practically right as he was actually getting on the elevator. Now would be a good time to mention that I took pictures starting with the warmup and ben getting on the elevator. Those pictures are found in the Ben Folds - 02-10-20 directory.
Then the Sheikenator got out there to play his opening act, and for the first couple songs I hung out with my sister and this other girl who were selling the ben folds t-shirts. Then I went up to the balcony to take some pictures of sheik. Well, when I got up there I walk past the S.A.F.E. guy and showed him my pass, and stand behind a group of people. I'm just sort of standing there, and look at the person in front of me and make out the silhouette of Ben! This caught me by surprise, and at first, I didn't know what to do, I just sorta backed up and looked around as though I weren't supposed to be there, but then realized it was no big deal, and just went and leaned on a rail and watched Sheik's show. Later on Ben and his wife left (and I would have introduced myself then if he and his wife weren't together, in the darkness, sorta coudling almost watching the Sheik show ... I would have felt weird walking up saying "hey, I'm a big fan").
So then I stay there, because the balcony is actually the gym slash athletic center's track on the second floor, and it's also the only way Ben can get to the concert, so later on when Ben is to come on he and his tour managers and his wife and his nanny and my brother's roommate Aidin all came marching down the track and down the fire exit to lower floor behind the stage and ten ben went up and got on and started with Dwarf. Then the show basically rocked the caspa all night, I took pictures throughout, the first half of the show spent on the balcony, towards the lattef half moving backstage when they whipped out the drums. (Actually, a little before that) Yeah, Ben definitely played the drums. I know the tour was "and a piano live" but he also played the drums.
I could explain the shots I got, but you can sorta see for yourself. I'll add comments instead later on to the pics once I get more time. But basically afterwards Ben came down and we talked to him and got him to sign our staff badges. Aidin asked if he had a day off or if he had another show, and his response was both really, he had to play in Lexington, KY, that tuesday night. My sister Emily commented that she was from Louisville, KY, and that I was her brother. I then told him I had some friends going to that show, and he said that he'd been to louisville but not lexington, and I said yeah twice, and he couldn't remember the show, and his tour manager and I at the same time said Jillian's, and then I think Emily asked for his autograph and when he was done he went outside to talk to fans. Then we cleaned up and got out of their after 1:00 sometime. A lot of fun, and Joe compiled a stack of things to be signed by ben, which included my two solo albums, this guy Dan's complete Ben Folds and BF Five collection, Dan's poster, and then a bunch of promo posters (one of which will be mine, it's just I forgot to take one before I left Baltimore the next day).
So yeah, check out the pictures. It was a fun time.
Spork
OK..so I have had nothing useful to post until now- sorry Sporky-boy.
I have been sitting on my couch hugging a pillow laughing so hard I was crying for 3 hours. Why? Head over to Time-Life and score 3 DVDs of the 'Best of Beavis and Butthead.' 43 episodes of the greatest, IQ lowering, potty-jokes-are-funny cartoon ever. So buy it...now...buttmunch. Huh huh huh huh.
Oh, and NHL rules. Go Rangers.
Update to Entry
So I'm in Baltimore right now. I thought I'd do a little post on my evening last night. First of all, after school I go home and pack and carbomb and bass show up to take me to the airport. So paul drives by himself in his own car and marc takes me in his volvo. I get to the gate and the Southwest computers are down in the entire airport. So they just assume that our confirmation codes are right and just write them down on a sheet of paper and hand us a gold boarding card. Then we sit on the runway for a long time waiting for a fax to come in that apparently gives us confirmation to take off. Cause supposedly the plane computer is supposed to just recieve it by I guess the southwest computers, except they were down so we had to get like a manual confirm.
Anyway, get to baltimore and out in my brother's car at 7:30 and find out that we're driving to DC to see the They Might Be Giants show that I discovered a few days earlier and informed my sister of. So we went and met her and went to the show. It turned out, that it was actually "They Might Be Giants vs. McSweeny's" which means that They Might Be Giants will play music to the background of the stories that the McSweeny's people were reading. McSweeney's is a literay magazine and they had some of their really good writers read their stuff, as well as Dave Eggars who was like the MC for McSweeney's. He ended up reading an excerpt from his book which incredibly hilarious and good, and my older brother Joe ended up buying it. Before that, this lady Sarah Vowell read an excerpt from her book which I ended up buying. It's called the Partly Cloudy Patriot, and it's all these short stories about her life pertaining to history. The particular chapter she read was "God Will Give You Blood to Drink in a Souvenir Shot Glass."
| Just the other day, I was in my neighborhood Starbucks, waiting for the post office to open. I was enjoying a chocolately caffe mocha when it occured to me that to drink a mocha is to gulp down the entire history of the New World. From the Spanish exportation of Aztec cacao, and the Dutch invention of the chemical process for making cocoa, on down to the capitalist empire of Hershey, PA, and the lifestyle marketing of Seattle's Starbucks, the modern mocha is a bitter concoction of imperialism, genocide, invention, and consumerism served with whipped cream on top. No wonder it costs so much." |
Yeah, DAMN hilarious, and that was just a snippet. Marc and Joanna should appreciate the starbucks reference as well. Anyway, so TMBG would do a song inbetween each reading, and also do musical accompaniments to the readings.
::Added Update::
I wanted to give a little description of the readers and the show. The first reader was Arthur someone, and he read his short story "Rosaline's Dog" which was pretty funny itself. Basically, there's Rosaline's dog and he always wants to stick his hand in the cage but is told not to, so eventually he does and nothing happens and so he suddenly hears the dog say "let me out" and he thinks he's crazy, but says "well, even if the dog didn't tell me to let it out it still wouldn't hurt" so he lets the dog out and it bites him, which causes him to start growing hair on the spot he was bitten, and slowly turns into a dog, and eventually rosaline's dog comes back from running away and he and the dog end up making out which cuases him to further become a dog and rosaline's dog less a dog, and then the dog turns into a young woman and the narrator a dog, and he's put into the cage in place of Rosaline's dog and somehow the dog that is now a young woman has become the new "Rosaline" type character in that it's her dog (I've no idea what happens to Rosaline).
The next reader was an 18 year old african american girl who I guess was tought to write creatively through some non-profit organization affiliated with McSweeny's, and she read three pieces, one was why she writes, one was an embarassing moment at school for her, and the other was I guess her first time having sex. All three were very well written, all three had many references to black history which was really cool, and all three took a lot of courage to read in front of so many people (but she did fine with it). The way she read reminded me of the beatnic stuff.
Then was Sarah Vowell who's book I bought.
Then Dave Eggars read a chapter from his book, the one my brother bought, and it was basically him and his friend Hand were driving in Estonia I think and they ponder highschool, and basically highschool dances and making out with girls at highschool dances. It was really funny, I can't wait to finish mine and borrow joe's.
Last was this guy who read an excerpt from his book Hobo, and supposedly he himself was a hobo just riding around trains and stuff, and it (and he) was really hoaky, and obviously not truly a hobo but decided to be cool and be one, and it was just dumb.
::End Added Update::
Then, there was a ten minute intermission, and TMBG got back on and played for about 30-40 minutes. They did Older, Actual Size, Dr. Worm, and a couple others. It was really great. Afterwards, we went to Friday's and had dinner at midnight, and then around two or two thirty starte the trek home from DC to Baltimore and I was actually the designated driver as I was the only one sober. Anyway, I'll update later, maybe monday about the Ben Folds concert.
Spork.
I'll post a Badly Drawn Boy concert review later (as in, after the show actually happens), but for now I'm going to take John up on his offer of using thespork as a forum for debate. Here's something: I don't think John Walker Lindh should be in prison. At all. Anyone care to disagree?-Christine
Iain's post is pretty groovy, everyone read.
I never updated on the rest of my weekend last weekend, and basically saturday I took the SAT-II, ended another chapter in the book of my life, got really happy and went to Rachel Cohn's birthday party, and then steak and shake afterwards with Ashley Rainey and Joanna (later joined by marc and tyler and paul who actually were there from the start just at a different table with Niki also). Sunday I think I did absolutely nothing.
I can't believe how much I ate today. I've been slacking on my running this week, sunday monday wednesday I think is it ... not cool, but whatever. And then I've been eating a lot. But I got new pants (3 pairs of jeans but returned one of them after realizing I was even skinnier than I thought, maybe why I've been eating so much lately). I've still lost a ton of weight since last march when I started the whole exercise thing because I wanted to look good for prom ... and then after prom just never stopped. I'll pick back up my running hopefully monday, because unfortunately i can't run because fortunately I'll be in BALTIMORE all weekend.
I actually am going to see my brother cause I've never visited him in baltimore (which according to him is the bastard child of the east coast). There also is a concert at JHU (Johns Hopkins) and it's Ben Folds :-P. Oh, and Joe's like the head of the committee having the concert or something like that, so I get to hang backstage and hopefully meet ben folds and take lots of pictures and hopefully autographs, or not ... who knows ... :-P
So yeah, I'll post all about my experiences either Sunday night after the show or monday when I come back to Lou-evil.
Spork.
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--Fiend
I was doing a little web surfing, kinda bored tonight, and I found two worthy enough flash movies to post here.
The first, is one of those "weird encounters caught on tape" deals. Basically, check it out, and you kind of have to turn up the speakers really loud so you can hear what's going on.
First Movie
The second, is a really funny rip off of a boyband.
Second Movie
So it's Friday and I already feel like an update. Hopefully this will be more inspired content and be a little better update than the rest. First of all, Basik thinks the site still has no content and wanted a section for album reviews and such, except my response to that is that album reviews don't need their own section and he could very easily have posted such content any time during the length of his sporkopdom. With that, I'm going to do two things. One is to remind sporkops that the main purpose of their privelages is to use them to post interesting things such as reviews or interesting news or even post debates, like I'd gladly take a debate on here about emo again, I think that was fun. Second, I want to challenge those people with posting privelages to do just that. Post something like a review, or an interesting discussion topic (and for that one, please don't just post the topic, post your argument with all its support first, and then let people respond. Example, you'd post "I hate abortion because" and then finish all that. Now just posting "Let's talk about abortion").
Alright, with that all said, I want to let people know that at some point between running today and eating dinner with parents (actually a think it was an accumulation of all of that) I finally overcame my depression. No more of that sulking around I talked about in my last post. I'm ready for college, too, to start anew, that's going to be really fun. I think I'll do well wherever I go, so I'm going to continue to not freak about it like everyone else. I'm picking all major cities with the main exception of UVA, which the bonus privelages of being in a major city are replaced by a great education with an incredibly great community and campus life. So I'd be cool there.
Now, I thought that my evening tonight somehow merited a post. I'm not sure what it was, but it all began with wanting to go out to dinner (I just felt like eating, which isn't unusual with me, and I feel more justified now that I'm not a fat slob anymore (at least I don't think so)). So I asked my mom what we'd do for dinner, and she said "I dunno, I would really want to just get tanked tonight except that I have a lot of work I need to get done." I found that amusing, and wanted to make sure I wasn't just hearing things and said "Did you just tell me you felt like getting 'tanked' tonight?" And she laughed and said yes.
Anyway, we went to the Come Back Inn for dinner, and my mom had already had a few glasses of wine before we went (because we couldn't decide if we were going to eat out or not, and so she opened up a bottle thinking we weren't). Anyway, that's not the point of the story, well ... ok, maybe it's part of the story. But anyway, one thing I wanted to mention (and this is where I start to make my posts more personal than I'm comfortable with, but what the hell) it was interesting that my mom and dad both slipped out that, essentially, they saw the same flaws in my relationship that were getting me down. Then after some more wine, my mom puts the last straw on the camel's back essentially and I swear for about a half hour while my dad and I ate our food there wasn't a word spoken by either male in the family while my mom just went on and on about her art class and the problems she was having. It was rather funny how my Dad never really looked at my mom and how every now and then he'd throw in the occasional "yeah" or "uh-huh". I mean we both love her to death, but when she's like that it's kind of like you need to just let her be.
Anyway, like I said, I love my mom a lot, and the reason for this post was actually to post some of the really funny things she said during the car ride home. They were all about my child hood. Supposedly I was quite the little pimp. Let's see how many of them I can remember. First of all, she told me that when I was little, really little, I denied the fact that the world could possibly be round. It was the little scientist in me that reasoned if the streets are flat, the sidewalks are falt, the yards are flat, the world must be flat. I mean, the only world I knew when I was that young was what I could see, I hadn't gone to school yet or maybe even seen pictures of the earth more than a few times and my logical brain just denied that it could be possible for the world to be round, it simply couldn't be possible. I think it really shows the initiative to challenge what others say and also to logically reason. Sure, it was totally wrong, but with all the facts I knew it was all that was possible.
She also told me that one day I said "Mommy, I think I like girls a lot more than boys." And supposedly she laughed, thinking (I'll remember this in case he ever tries to tell me he's gay later in life) and then asked "Why's that?" and I said "Because they're just a lot more prettier to look at." I mean how pimp is that, at that age, to say something like that. I remember telling her that, too, and the world being flat thing as well, and I can remember thinking about both for a long time, and that must have been why I brought it up with my mom (both subjects) because of how much I thought about both.
And here's where we get to things I don't remember. Supposedly, I had a friend in kindergarten, a blond (I remember her, yes, I want to say her name was Erin? I dunno) who had curly hair and I used to run my fingers through her hair like little rings or something and wrap my fingers in it. Again, I remember her, but don't remember that. But still, again, how pimp is that. And lastly, she told me that one time we were watching TV and I was looking at some models on TV and I said "Mommy, these people must not ever think." And she said "why do you say that?" and I told her "Well, they don't have lines on their forehead like you do, or like I do" and she, thinking I was commenting on how they were pretty because they didnt' have wrinkles sarcastically said "oh, thanks Johnny" but then I showed her what I meant, how when you think like "hmm" or "huh" you squeeze your forehead and the skin folds, and the models head's didn't do that so I thought they never though about anything. It really says something I think about the mental capacity of models, and it's amazing how at such a young age I picked up on that ;-).
So yeah, I thought all of that was really amusing and I wanted to share how incredibly supaphly I was back then. I wonder what happened.
Spork.
I moved basik's picture of fiend to the root directory of the picture script. There's no real point to make it its own post.
Admin - the real man behind the site
Alright, well, here goes my weekend. No school friday, which kicked some major assage. So on thursday, I screw around at school hanging out in the photo room and then I go home, and I can't remember what I did, I think I sulked around, and then I talked to Marc and he was going to the northwestern conference with Joanna, so I thought "but soft, I'm applying to Northwestern, why don't I go." So I went with them, sat next to Marc's Dad which was really fun, because Mr. Farris is very funny and probably my favorite parent of any of my friends. And I never get to see him. (I'm trying to make my post sound like one of joanna's). So we cracked some jokes about marc in a ballet costume. Then Marc and joanna and myself go to steak and shake and I have dinner, plus a shake and a half. Pig out .... but dont' worry, I ran before I went to the conference.
We hang out till like eleven, then we head home and I stay up till like twelve thirty waiting for a phone call I knew would probably never come. Friday morning, I think I did the same, I honestly can't remember much of my weekend. I remember getting up early because my cleaning lady came, so i decided to go running but it started to rain, so I just did the lifting weights thing. then i remember codign most of the day, sulking, and finally around ten leaving to go to starbucks till eleven thirty or so when marc chickened out. Hilliard farris and I though had a lot of fun just crackign some damn seriously hilarious jokes. I dont' care to share, sadly. Hilliard and i set up to see the play at ypas the next day. I go home, and wait for a ring that doesnt' come. The next day, work from 9 to 11, then I go home an do some serious napping and sulkage. Help out my parents ALL DAY LONG for this party they were throwing, they prevent me from ever getting to run and lift that day, and then I go the play, hilliard and I give jenna a rose, but it had to be delivered so we didnt' do it in person, so afterwards I think she felt awkward that I was the cogiver of the rose so she didnt' say anything to me, but only to hilliard. but it was cool, i'd have felt awkward too.
Go home, wake up to the phone call that finally came, and then I think I still sulked even so, and then ran, and then homework, and then it rained so i coudlnt' shoot my photo roll and stayed up till eleven thinking of a senior quote and school is almost over now the next day and I still havn't given a quote.
spork.
-You're not your fucking khakis (won't work for censorship)
-If you were a wolf, and I were a kitten, would you still eat me? (diya, but too long)
-Lets stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves (fits, should I do it?)
