A decade under the influence

Copying Jessica who just posted her journal entry for a Something Corporate show at the 9:30 Club ten years ago (holy motherfucking shit.) She and I and Adriana went together, and I also have an entry for this show, although it was posted five days later, on February 1st, 2005. I thought it would be interesting to compare notes.

2/1/05 9:49PM

“Soco was Thursday”

Amazing.

Went with Jess & Yana. We were 2 or 3 people in, center-right for the opening acts (The Academy Is…, Hidden in Plain View, Straylight Run) but I got out after Straylight Run because the crowd was getting uncharacteristically violent (it’s a Something Corporate show, come on now). Grabbed some much needed water from the bar, bought a hoody (hoodie?) and headed up to the balcony. Not as great viewing (distance-wise), but a better all around experience since I was able to breathe and ENJOY the show.

I’m unsure what to say about the setlist, if you’re into Something Corporate, they ran through the major singles, plus an acoustic version of I Want To Save You, Watch the Sky, and Konstantine. They spun a disco ball during the part of Konstantine which goes “when the first star you see may not be a star.” Being up in the balcony with the club glowing purple from the lights, and these little twinkling disco ball stars… a dorky comment I know, but it was so surreal, kind of magical.

Andrew broke one of his piano keys. I know nothing about pianos, it’s not like I can grade his abilities as a pianist, but you can tell he’s passionate. I think that counts more.

Survived first encounter with DDRmom outside after the show. Grabbed a bunch of flyers from the street teams. Got a Black Maria sampler from some guy. Felt like looting.

Got home at like 1:30. Can someone pay me to do this please. Really. I was thinking about this when I was lying in bed Thursday night. I just want to go to shows every night and come home exhausted and sweaty and smelling like smoke and pass out in my bed with my clothes on and go “well this is rock and roll.” Because IT IS like that. It’s like an alternate universe. You come out of it and it’s like YOU SAW the music. It’s not a teenybopper thing, it’s purer than that…

It’s like the lights and the crowd and the energy and the noise.

I don’t know. I don’t see the use in trying to describe it, since knowing the explaination for why something makes you happy really never seems to change a damn thing

I truly think they should teach journaling at the high school level, or at least start some pro-diary initiative. I had a suspicion in middle school that at some point I would come to value the records of these events, no matter how mundane, and it’s already paying off. The funny thing is, the conclusion I draw from every single old entry I read, is exactly the same: it’s amazing how much you change, and it’s amazing how much you stay the same. I was always hung up on the saying “you are who you were in high school,” on one hand I wanted it to be true, because that time seemed like such a distilled, sincere expression of who I am, but at the same time, fuck, high school, really? But through reading old things I’ve written, I’ve realized It’s not an either/or proposition. I haven’t deviated 70% from who I was at sixteen, and retained 30% of my characteristics. I’m 100% a different person, and 100% the same person at the same time.

P.S. here is the hoody/hoodie

soco piano hoodie

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Fun with Google Webmaster Tools

There was a weird influx of traffic from the Netherlands on this blog the other day, so I took to Google to find out what I was doing that was so appealing to the Dutch, and came to no conclusion. My fleeting Dutch fame remains a mystery. I did check out what search terms people were using to wind up here, which was illuminating/terrifying. I’ve always had questions about how people would even find this site, when it has… no purpose. Not even a niche or a mission statement or thinly veiled attachments to a corporate sponsor. My parents grew up on the East Coast and would tell me about how the land was so treacherous, pirates would just hide in the rocks around the bay and wait for ships to inevitably crash into them, which is the easiest pirating job of all time. That’s how I feel about this blog. It’s just a thing people crash into by accident, while looking for something else. Then they’re fucked.

So since I’m constantly plundering the innocent, I thought I would at least try to answer the questions people keep shipwrecking here in search of.

1. is craig wayne boyd a christian

Look at the hair, probably.

2. is craig wayne boyd married

I know he has a child, because I watched The Voice finale, so I’m assuming if the above is true, and he is Christian he is probably also married.

3. meg myers

Meg Myers is a fucked up bitch. I love Meg Myers. I spent my precious iTunes card money that I hoard on her Make a Shadow EP and it is fantastic. Her official website is megmyers.com

jack swagger shirtless

I did post one blurry picture of Jack Swagger (in a singlet) with Luke Harper from the December 29th 2014 episode of RAW. I will not Google shirtless Jack Swagger for anyone.

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illegal chantelle

ILLEGAL.

alumaster monkey

From this Kumail Nanjiani joke about Pakistani children’s birthday parties. According to Kumail, all Pakistani children have monkey shows at their birthday parties and the monkey’s name is always Alumaster, which translates to “master of potatoes,” but I have no additional information on the monkey. It’s from Kumail’s special Beta Male.

wheels ontario gif

Don’t mind if I do.

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supervet married

He is married to medicine and also me in my dreams.

brickleberry bear name

Malloy.

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For Amurica: http://www.netflix.com/WiMovie/70129463?trkid=3565916

howard stern amy schumer

Amy Schumer is the shit, but don’t listen if you don’t want an overwhelming mental picture what Dolph Ziggler is like in the sack. Or Anthony Jeselnik. Three people I love, and three people I don’t want to think about doing it, in any combination. You’ve been warned.

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Warlock? Philosopher? Librarian?

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Maybe someone with more wrestling knowledge can date this for me in Cena-evolution terms, but I do not think he would talk about such things any more.

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The man is extremely gif-able, apparently.

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seth rollins workout

I don’t know why I was getting this as a query previously, but I’ve been following him on Twitter for like, four days, and I already know more about Crossfit than I have ever cared to know. If you’re into Crossfit, metalcore, and grass-fed beef, you’ve found your new Twitter jam.

jack whitehall sexuality

Straight but questioning after his visit with gay-Giles in that one episode of Fresh Meat. Straight but unabashedly flamboyant according to his Comedy Central stand up special, where he describes a childhood penchant for pairing rollerskates with a Peter Pan costume.

razorlight lyrics

No.

randy orton smokes

If that’s the worst thing Randy Orton does, we are all lucky. (Actually, he lets children RKO him, so that’s pretty cool.) RING THE BELL.

kim kardashian keurig

Always.

are lana and rusev dating in real life

While Googling if she was really Russian (I don’t know how this was even a question) I saw some Quora type shit saying they were, I’ll never do more research on the subject because I want to keep the dream alive. (For the record, she is apparently from Florida, and he is Bulgarian, which they are finally acknowledging, despite his GIANT BULGARIAN FLAG TATTOO.)

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A great episode of Never Mind the Buzzcocks where Jack Whitehall explains how Johnny Borrell of Razorlight wronged his sister. (Season 27, Episode 9)

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I’m assuming dark blue is a metaphor for the sense of comfort love provides in a world that is otherwise chaotic and lonely.

the usos are so boring

No arguments here. Why do they get pyro? No one else gets pyro.