Braid performing live in Pomona, CA. They played the entire album Frame and Canvas from start to finish.
At The Glass House in Pomona, pretty nice venue. Getting back to where I was staying in Hollywood was quite an ordeal, didn’t get back till 2:30am taking buses like the silver streak. I met some gangbangers who kept asking for cigs and borrowed my pen, a couple with bikes who took the silver streak with me, an old lady who was obsessed with the LA Guns and made us miss our bus by misreading a sign, and some Austrian tourists who wanted nothing more than to party at clubs at 2am, despite everything closing down.
Daikaiju at The Grand in Austin TX!
Went to this show last night. Probably one of the craziest crowds i’ve ever seen for a band. All the members wore masks and they played surf punk with hints of metal thrown in. By the end of the set, they completely buried these two little girls in guitars and drums and pedals.
Good times. I fell in love with the waitress here, this pale redhead with an innocent face and big tits, walking around in a baseball tee looking too indie rock for her own good. I later found out she was a lesbian.
Gonna see 2ne1 in LA! Super excited, can’t believe they are playing. I’m from new jersey and just happen to be in los angeles when they’re playing. Guess it’s meant to be!
so i just saw the movie “boys on the run” on netflix, and at first i wasn’t sure about it, specially the ending, but after thinking about it for a while, it made sense to me and i was able to appreciate it. i’ve felt exactly like that guy. that’s probably what would happen in real life. what did it for me was the song at the end by the ging nang boyz, which is catchy as hell. the song perfectly captured the emotion of the scene, and the spirit of the entire movie.
after doing some research, i found out that the main dude in the movie, mineta kazunobu, is also the singer in the ging nang boyz, which is funny cause during the karaoke scene, i thought to myself, this guy should join a punk band!
after doing more research, i was able to find a couple of their albums, and boy are they raw. really really raw. songs are fast, chaotic, spastic, catchy, crazy, and will make you feel like you are having your heart ripped out by a japanese schoolgirl. there’s also that japanese sound in the song-writing; certain chords and chord progressions that seem to be a staple in j-anything. my only complaint is that it’s unlistenable in my car on my ipod through the radio tuner. their production seems to squash the shit out of everything with compression, and on my pc speakers it sounds cool, but in my car through the radio, it becomes white noise and static. certain frequencies do that, it’s a strange phenomenon. i still like these guys though, i’m a new fan. now if only i could learn japanese and move to japan…
i am wharfless
heard these guys in the background while watching skins. it’s kinda indie/electronic/slightly-shoegazish. i like it.
today i heard about this kid who died getting hit by a car in boonton on 46. it’s fucked up how things like this happen and life just goes on. i couldn’t help thinking selfish thoughts like, thank god it wasn’t someone i know. thank god it was someone else. then, like the selfish egomaniac that i am, i began thinking about my own death. if that were me, would life just simply go on? of course it would. i wouldn’t want it to, but it would. i would want the world to end with me, but it won’t. i began thinking about my own death. i had always envisioned my death to be completely glorious or completely peaceful; either laying in my deathbed surrounded by my wife and children and grandchildren with my favorite smashing pumpkins album playing in the background peacefully drifting off to the great repose, or jumping off a skyscraper with ten grenades strapped to my chest. then i came to a realization. the end of my life will be exactly like the end of every experience i’ve ever had. it will be completely lackluster. it will be boring and dry and nobody will really give a shit except for the people i took for granted. it will be totally meaningless and imperfect and not in any way what i would have wanted or imagined it to be. just like everything else that came to an end in my life. all my relationships and friendships and the chapters i’ve closed, the places i left, they always left me with a bad taste in my mouth. absoloutley. fucking. lackluster. that will be my death. and life will just go on.