Convolution IV
Last night was, of course, the night we saw the almighty Social Distortion play here at The Pageant. Social Distortion has been at the forefront of my musical life since my introduction to them in late 1989 or 1990, via the adorable Beth Wright. To finally get the chance to see them live was almost everything I could have hoped for. "Almost" in that they didn't play a few favorites, most notably "She's a Knockout", "Ball & Chain", "Place In My Heart", and "When She Begins". They did play "Ring of Fire", though, so that's good.
The Welfare Queen gives as good a run-down of the opening acts as I could hope to, so go read hers. I'll wait.
Well done. She, by the way, was a pleasure to meet, and we will hopefully have further opportunities to hang out and slowly kill her with second-hand smoke and pancakes.
People kept saying funny interesting odd things, and I was distressed that I had no pen with which to record them (I was too lazy to type them into my phone, although I thought of it). Instead, I took a handy flyer, and made a rip on the side for each quote I was supposed to remember. Out of eleven such defamations, I could only remember the following six:
It's probably a good thing I couldn't remember the others.
A replacement for my replacement phone should be here in a couple of days. The speaker on the one I just got has a short in it. Bummer, that. Hopefully, the third time will be a charm, or at be composed of 100% working parts.
I managed to snipe-bid an Alesis RA-100 reference amp on eBay today, getting what I consider to be quite a deal, assuming it is in good condition. The seller had the courtesy to live about five minutes away, so I can hopefully go pick it up tomorrow and avoid the shipping, and then set up my studio monitors this weekend. Fear that shit, all ye heathens, for I will spew forth music like Paris Hilton does hor'der hor's durves little sandwiches.
The inside of my Jones Cream Soda cap assures me that I "will receive many favorable emails." Great.
Currently listening to: "Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists", Against Me!
* While determining whether I spelled "hor's deurves" correctly (I hadn't, and am still uncertain), Blogger's spellcheck suggested I change "blowjob" above to "plosive". Huh?
The Welfare Queen gives as good a run-down of the opening acts as I could hope to, so go read hers. I'll wait.
Well done. She, by the way, was a pleasure to meet, and we will hopefully have further opportunities to hang out and slowly kill her with second-hand smoke and pancakes.
People kept saying funny interesting odd things, and I was distressed that I had no pen with which to record them (I was too lazy to type them into my phone, although I thought of it). Instead, I took a handy flyer, and made a rip on the side for each quote I was supposed to remember. Out of eleven such defamations, I could only remember the following six:
Denise - [Regarding the opening band, Street Dogs] The singer looks like a skinnier, friendlier version of Henry Rollins
[Regarding the second band, Backyard Babies]
Sara - can someone explain to me what the drummer for the Grateful Dead, the bass player for Nirvana, Axl Rose, and the guy from Korn are doing on stage together?
me - No, but we're pretty fucking privileged to be here for it
Sara - they're like, Better than Ezra
me - Too bad for Ezra.
Denise (on noting that I was taking notes) - be sure and mention the guy making love to his Marshall amps [which he kept doing]
Sara - I want to give this singer a blowjob*...so he'll leave.
Mike Ness (Social D's singer) - This is a gangster town, you know that? I was trying to imagine what it would be like to be the King of St Louis. With my luck, though, I'd be the King of Wentzville.
[You'd have to live around here to get that.]
It's probably a good thing I couldn't remember the others.
A replacement for my replacement phone should be here in a couple of days. The speaker on the one I just got has a short in it. Bummer, that. Hopefully, the third time will be a charm, or at be composed of 100% working parts.
I managed to snipe-bid an Alesis RA-100 reference amp on eBay today, getting what I consider to be quite a deal, assuming it is in good condition. The seller had the courtesy to live about five minutes away, so I can hopefully go pick it up tomorrow and avoid the shipping, and then set up my studio monitors this weekend. Fear that shit, all ye heathens, for I will spew forth music like Paris Hilton does hor'der hor's durves little sandwiches.
The inside of my Jones Cream Soda cap assures me that I "will receive many favorable emails." Great.
Currently listening to: "Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists", Against Me!
* While determining whether I spelled "hor's deurves" correctly (I hadn't, and am still uncertain), Blogger's spellcheck suggested I change "blowjob" above to "plosive". Huh?
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