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a world ruled by pants
first things first: i havent brought my lunch to work the past two days because wednesday night i was drunk and or lazy and thursday night i was exhausted and could do nothing but just pass out in bed. the point of this story is that i bought 2 pounds of lunch meat on wednesday and haven't been able to eat any so i decided i needed to make a sandwich tonight. so i toasted some bread, popped some roast beef in the microwave, slopped some cheese and it was damn good. the warm meat and toasted bread just make a world of difference.
tuesday i'm sure i played poker or something.
wednesday i came home and went to some chinese place with some kids for katie's birthday dinner. now, the food was fine, i mean, it was chinese food. but the place made me feel uncomfortable, 1.) you ordered by numbers 2.) it was a dump, 3.) you ordered by numbers. maybe i'm just too high brow or something. so that was fun and it led to me going to bed at 11, which is never a bad thing.
then thursday came, i had to stay at work till 7 because, well, i really had nowhere to go between work and the concert, so might as well stick around and look dedicated or something. around 7 i left work and headed down to kenmore square and got some mcdonalds. there are a lot of ugly people in boston, i think at least half of them came into mcdonalds that night, it was gross. then i went to landsdowne street and realized i was thinking the roxy was axis and was proven an idiot. so i got back on the t and went down to tremont street.
the show was great. at first, i wasn't really a fan of the venue, it was a tad bigger than the avalon and it was more open, which just added to my not liking.
ahahahaha ok there is this little skit/commercial thing for all that on now. and it really sucked, it's this kid dressed liked eminen singing that guess who's back somng or whatever in a bad eminem voice and he's saying "two trailer park cows" etc. and there's two cows and i wanted to kill myself. but then he broke into "meat is back, back again" while holding up all these slabs of raw beef and i lost it. it was great.
anyway, the roxy yea. some band called the damn personals opened and sucked, i mean, i guess it'd be cool if i was in 9th grade and thought ironic and uninspired rock songs about being a loser and not getting chicks was cool, but i'm not and they weren't.
then les savy fav came out and rocked a bit. the more open venue just gave tim harrington more room to go absolutely crazy. this includes straddling the upper balcony and running around, hanging off said balcony, and getting a lift up off the main floor and swinging from a chain hanging off the ceailing about 12 feet off the floor. and the great thing about it, this isn't pearl jam "alive" video/lollapalooza violent, mosh pit inspiring antics. it's just a big fat guy going absolutely nuts while the crowd laughs and cheers.
shorter set from lsf than i would've thought, and sadly the rome ep wasn't that well represented, althought they did close out on a super extended and wholly rocking version of rome which kicked ass.
Meanwhile, i'm checking out my section of the crowd. and by checking out, i mean shooting glances to my left where there was a cute girl a few people over who was with a group but not really hanging out or talking to them much at all. she was a.) cute, b.) kinda rocking out to les savy fav and c.) looked like she was familiar with them. all cool things in a girl.
then there was a break, i had to nurse a full bladder, and then returned to a slightly adjusted and impacted crowd. now cute girl was right in front of me.
travis and friends took the stage and started out just huge, sick opening ballast. something like face of the earth, time bomb, bra, the city, and girl o'clock, just way too much loud fast kick ass danceable rock music. and by the time the city was going on i noticed something weird happening, the vicinity of people plus the dancing and the music that just called for more dancing had turned my small space of the roxy into some dancefloor at a bar, except instead of grinding with some girl to madonna's "into the groove" or something for no reason but the sheer thrill of physical contact, it was grinding with some girl to the dismemberment plan for yes, the thrill of physical contact, but also because the music compelled it. it was fun, strange yes, but really, i'm in no position to complain.
the rest of the show proceeded splendidly. there were at least 50 people on stage for ice of boston, highlights as far as i remember were girl o'clock, the city, onward fat girl ruled, ok joke's over was a little restrained, had a police medley in the middle, but i still nearly died from the extended movement, yeah yeah back and forth and what do you want me to say ruled, uhh yeah, not a bad moment in the bunch.
and the final boston show isn't until may, wuhoo. the show wasn't death and dismemberment + cex caliber, especially when considering the i-still-don't-think-i-really-experienced-it ok joke's over, but it was a super solid two sets of music wherein the less intimate setting was made up by the fact that i had dismemberment-plan-show-girlfriend to dance with.
oh yeah, some dude on stage for ice of boston poured out his beer onto the stage. it was kind of funny, and cooled me off for a brief second.
got out of the show around 12, fell asleep on the t, came home, hit my bed like a rock.
the plan is still the reigning kings of best live show. just unbelievable consistent and awesome and seem like they totally love it.
today was work, and about a foot of snow, and i asked for a raise i think. we'll see how that works out.
looks like i will not be going out tonight, especially in consideration of the crap all over the ground. tomorrow may be all day in a bar with tony followed by ad frank in cambridge, or it could be none of those things. i suppose we will find out anon.
oh yeah, spoon and crooked fingers, 4/8/03. rule. interpol on 3/6, less rule but still cool. it's like one awesome show the first week of each month. crooked fingers and spoon could not excite me more though. but it's funny, the very first thing i thought about after "whoa, crooked fingers and spoon" was, and this is about 1 second after that thought, "shit, what about poker night." hehe.
man, why have i not been going to shows? i guess the weather and the tired are the excuses, but that's lame. listening to plan mp3s now and i just want to relive it, these mp3s suck.
ok, time for more tv. not that i haven't been watching tv throughout writing this but whatever, it was a good way to close the entry.