10 posts tagged “friends”

Even with the worst cold on Earth, I manage to stay busy. Last night was Kelly and Victoria's birthday party. I was far less drunk than everyone else there. In fact, I wasn't really drunk at all. But that didn't stop me from being obnoxious and having a good time. I saw Quinn and Koji there. I hadn't seen either of those guys in a pretty long time, so that was pretty awesome. I made Quinn promise to offer a high five from me to a girl we both apparently thought was kinda cute in high school, who just recently got a job at the same place as him. I really don't have much interest in her anymore, but the idea of Quinn offering someone a high five for me was just pretty funny at the time.

Tonight was a really great show at that house behind Boise High. The first few bands, to put it politely, were not really my cuppa tea. But then Palm Reader played, melted everyone's face off and everything was cool again. I drove with them and some of "their" gear (Erik actually used my guitar and amp, so only some of it was actually theirs) back up to the Bomb Shelter, and, when attempting to listen to the tape of the show, we discovered that Alex had forgotten to hit the record button on the four-track (or something like that; the point is, there was nothing on the tape). It was kind of a bummer, because it was definitely the best set I've ever seen them play. They're sounding a lot less "metal." It works pretty well for them.

I still can't wait for the next Unhallowed show, though. It's been too damn long. If the "reunion" show on New Year's was any indication, it should be pretty sweet.

Unhallowed, New Years, 2008

Here are some pics from last night's party, just so I don't promise 'em and forget to actually post 'em:

Ian is a star. Har har.

This is me, using the break from government mind control to contemplate who did 9/11 (it was Elvis)

Alex models this year's fashion.

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And so does Chuckles.

Jamie, too, models the hat.

Well, today was looking kinda boring at first.

Then Dave came over and we went to a Mediterranean restaurant and I ate some falafel. Also, we went to Hastings and I got an FM transmitter for my iPod. I then proceeded to torture him with some Belle and Sebastian (fun fact: Dave listens mostly to metal bands that I don't like, so this was probably like the worst torture possible for him). It was a fun-filled time. I also realized somewhere in there that Dinosaur Jr. sounds so much better on cassette that the digital imitation is not even funny in its mockery of J. Mascis' majestic tone.

I seem to have fucked up my knee. A couple days ago, I was "horsin' around," as it is the fashion for the young people of this postmodern age to say, and landed on it all funky and twisted it. Well, it didn't hurt too bad at first, so I really didn't think much of it. But now, it's starting to really goddamn hurt today. Hopefully that means some snow's a-rollin' in, and I'm feelin' it like a dude thrice my age, but I'm not gettin' my hopes up. More realistically what it means is that I need to go a few days walking as little as possible. 'Cause seriously. Fucking ow. It hurts to even stand up. I have my foot propped up on my amplifier while I type, which is probably a hell of a lot better for it than the typical half-lotus I've normally got going on in my chair.

So yeah, I'm not usually this much of a human train wreck. At least my head is less stuffed tonight.

Also, I guess Rick Lantz was promising us a snowstorm today. But honestly, the man couldn't even tell you which way the wind blows. He's no Bernardine Dohrn, that's for sure.

So I guess I'm glad I have actual plans for Thanksgiving this year. My mom is pissed about it because it means I'm not eating with the family, but honestly, she doesn't really have any right to be. I'd rather eat vegan food with friends who aren't necessarily vegan, but are respectful, than look at a torn up dead animal with people who are just going to spend an hour asking, "Why are you vegan, Brian? Don't you like to eat?" with no intention of listening to my answer, beyond telling me I'm a "holier than thou asshole" after I'm done talking, regardless of what I say. Of course, I told my mom that, and she yelled at me about it. Which is, ironically, exactly the reason I don't want to spend Thanksgiving with her.

I guess the plan is, we're going to Erik's house for festivities.

Oh, by the way, he's sprung from the pen! Here's some pictures of last night. At least, some of the ones I can show you.

Pic unrelated. But it turned out kinda cool

E-Rock and Methcat

Saw two friends off, recently. One to jail, and one to the Navy. Left on good terms with the former and rather bad terms with the latter. Luckily, I'll see the former a hell of a lot sooner. I think he's getting out this Sunday.

Chuck Klosterman IV: A Decade of Curious People and Dangerous Ideas

Finished one book, started another. One was about Gary Snyder and written by Jack Kerouac, and the this one is about pop culture in all sorts of weird ways. If you ever wanted to read about Mexican teenagers who love Morrissey and Britney Spears and Val Kilmer in the same book, you might like this. I'm not very far into it, but I get farther and farther the more fiber I eat.

Oh, and that amp is now in my possession, kinda. My mom wants to put it under the Christmas tree, so I guess I get it then. I still need to buy a cab, as well. I'm thinking a 2x12" or a 4x12", depending on what I can afford by about mid-January. A nice Vox or something could be pretty rad.

I don't really have anything else to say. The past week or so has been incredibly boring. I've been kind of in and out of a weird depression that refuses to go away. I think I've been pissing a lot of people off, lately, but frankly, I'm having a hard time caring that much. I don't like being such a misanthrope (a word that, according to a friend of mine who tastes words - without drugs, no less! - tastes like marzipan), but I guess I can't really help the way things people do rub me. Or, at least, if I can, I don't really know how.

But enough angsty bullshit. I am going to take a piss and go to bed. It promises to rule a little bit.

The other night, me, Dave, and Justin drank in a park, all teenager style. Justin was bitching about Pabst not being as good as more expensive beers. No shit, Sherlock. Sometimes quantity is just more important than quality. We ended up at Shari's, and I drank a shitload of coffee.

Yesterday was pretty boring and uneventful. Erik wanted to hang out, but when I called him, his phone just started wigging out. I'd imagine it was even more annoying on his end, but I couldn't get ahold of him, so shit didn't happen.

Today, it's 5 in the afternoon, and I'm already drunk on this really nasty-ass pre-mixed margarita shit my dad got at Costco. It tastes pretty bad, but it's got enough alcohol in it to make up for it.

I got some records on Friday. The Record Exchange added a whole 'nother half-aisle to the vinyl section. They haven't quite filled it in, yet, but I won't complain about the extra space, either. For a while, the vinyl was all so packed in, it was actually pretty difficult to browse. So I guess I'll talk about the records I got, now. Okay, I'll start with the only one Amazon has a picture for.

Challengers

Well, the new... uh... New Pornographers record is out. It definitely didn't grab me as immediately as Twin Cinema, but it's a totally different record in a lot of ways. It's more of a downer than anything they've done before.

Still, it's not bad. The songs are still pretty damn solid, it's just really apparent that Carl Newman is wearing the pants, far as the songwriting goes. And he's a fucking good songwriter, so I can get behind that.

Better, though, is the one Amazon doesn't have. The new Built to Spill single! If you want a physical copy of it, you're shit out of luck unless you've got a record player, but that's fine by me. They've also released it digitally, but seriously, fuck that.

Both of the songs on it were played at the Big Easy show last year. "They Got Away" is the song that's been floating around under the title "Reggae" for about the past year (in fact, that's even what it said on the set list). The b-side is a cover of a Gladiators song called "Rearrange." It's a reggae song, of course.

So basically, if you like Built to Spill, and you like reggae, and you have a record player, picking this one up is a no-brainer. It's Built to Spill playing reggae on vinyl, for fuck's sake! The first time I listened to it, I came pretty close to needing a change of pants.

Also, I guess Wolves in the Throne Room canceled. They're coming in October, now, though. Hopefully the local bands opening aren't as uninteresting as the ones they had slated for show as it was. Here's hoping Pussygutt is on the show as it is!

Also, Sodomy in the Streets has already managed to evolve a bit. Alex is a full-time member now. We're getting together to finish up a bunch of half-songs on Tuesday. There may or may not be recordings.

Pitchfork reported today that the new Smashing Pumpkins album is coming out in four different versions, three of which are exclusive to huge chain retailers. Actually, does that even matter? The Smashing Pumpkins are fucking terrible, the new song was worse than terrible, and Billy Corgan is a piece of shit.

Went over to Mikey's house last night. That was pretty sweet.

Missed Tera Melos on account of not wanting to drop my last ten bucks (after couchfishing) at The Venue (all local bands opening, a really not huge band headlining, and the show is still ten fucking bucks! I hate all-ages shows in Boise so much).

Hung out with Katie a bit today. That was pretty cool.

I'm thinking on doing A Day in My Life again this weekend.

Also, I've been super-shitty about paying attention to my LiveJournal friends page lately. Too much shit on it, and I don't have much of an attention span. Sorry! I'll try to get better about that!

Last night, the plan was to go see Kris Doty.

So I went and saw Kris Doty.

Then I ran into Erik and Chris, and we got drunk. Then we ate.

Then I went home, and got online.

Then more shit happened.

Life is bizarre.

Sometime this year, I want to take a road trip.

I want to visit all these people I talk to all the time.

I've never been outside of Idaho without some relative or another around, and that's just lame. And I think wherever I like most, I'll move there.

I bitch so much about Boise, it's about damn time I did something about it. I want to be done with this place for good.