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The Cult of Personality has personally invited me to another of his band's shows. Note to those interested: personal invitations will always ensure my attendance at an event, no matter how ambivalent I may have been before it was issued, because such an invitation almost always means that some meaningful social interaction is in the offing, no matter of what the event itself may consist.

That said, I'm just not sure that the Cult and I have all that much to talk about, these days. High school was great and fun and memorable and all that, but... it's also over. It's been remarked that I've changed a lot since then, mostly by those who knew me back then, and in most cases (Chantal being the notable exception) it seems as though I just can't relate very well to the old high school gang, because they, for the most part, haven't changed all that much.

Still, a part of me misses times past. I only wish I knew how to tell when trying to reinvent them becomes an exercise in futility. Of course, I do quite enjoy the Senate's music, so it's less of an issue for this particular event than for some others... and yet.

I really do need to get out more.
teiresias: (Default)
The Cult of Personality has personally invited me to another of his band's shows. Note to those interested: personal invitations will always ensure my attendance at an event, no matter how ambivalent I may have been before it was issued, because such an invitation almost always means that some meaningful social interaction is in the offing, no matter of what the event itself may consist.

That said, I'm just not sure that the Cult and I have all that much to talk about, these days. High school was great and fun and memorable and all that, but... it's also over. It's been remarked that I've changed a lot since then, mostly by those who knew me back then, and in most cases (Chantal being the notable exception) it seems as though I just can't relate very well to the old high school gang, because they, for the most part, haven't changed all that much.

Still, a part of me misses times past. I only wish I knew how to tell when trying to reinvent them becomes an exercise in futility. Of course, I do quite enjoy the Senate's music, so it's less of an issue for this particular event than for some others... and yet.

I really do need to get out more.

NYEE

Jan. 1st, 2006 10:43 am
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That... was the most educational New Year's I've ever had. Also, I think, the greatest.

I love watching fireworks from elevated viewing platforms. It gives the perspective of a camera shot, with the immediacy of ground proximity.

2005 was a year of great change... well, okay, the four or five years before it were too, but that's adolescence. I don't even realize how much I've changed, now. The people who used to inhabit this body are dead, and, for the most part, it's well rid of them.

I am cleansed. Let this day mark a new beginning.

NYEE

Jan. 1st, 2006 10:43 am
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That... was the most educational New Year's I've ever had. Also, I think, the greatest.

I love watching fireworks from elevated viewing platforms. It gives the perspective of a camera shot, with the immediacy of ground proximity.

2005 was a year of great change... well, okay, the four or five years before it were too, but that's adolescence. I don't even realize how much I've changed, now. The people who used to inhabit this body are dead, and, for the most part, it's well rid of them.

I am cleansed. Let this day mark a new beginning.
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Wonder of wonders and miracle of miracles, Seattle just got itself an addition to its nightclub scene: Venom. The website seems to be having some problems, but it's supposed to be a "Vegas-style" place in which "The futuristic interior draws from 'The Matrix,' a gray-colored world with concrete surfaces, steel bars and chain mail." according to Friday's Seattle Times. This is good, but the playlists apparently include "Top 40s," which is, to put it mildly, bad. Still, I think I'll at least check it out; this city, despite being so cosmopolitan, lacks a vibrant nightlife. I don't dare to hope that that's actually changing, but maybe the situation is improving, however slightly.

Also, a very cognitive-dissonance inducing moment when I looked at some of our received xmas cards and discovered that one of my cousins has grown up. This wouldn't be a problem, really, except that I saw the photo, said to myself, "who's that hot little-- oh my CHRIST that's [Cousin X]!" I remember this kid being like knee-high and annoying, and now... well, let's just say it's a good (or very, very bad) thing that he's 18. When I was like 12 and crushing on my now-other hot cousin from Oregon, it was fine, because he was at least 5 years older and more distantly related. It just... it squicks me to no end that I find someone whom I remember as being pre-pubescent, at least in person, hot. Reconciling the two images is... difficult.

Oh well. We hardly ever see that part of the family, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Still. Yeek.

Party tonight on the Hill. Should be interesting. Also, [livejournal.com profile] driftwoodsun and [livejournal.com profile] priorysion, I hope both of you are well enough to get together soon!
teiresias: (Default)
Wonder of wonders and miracle of miracles, Seattle just got itself an addition to its nightclub scene: Venom. The website seems to be having some problems, but it's supposed to be a "Vegas-style" place in which "The futuristic interior draws from 'The Matrix,' a gray-colored world with concrete surfaces, steel bars and chain mail." according to Friday's Seattle Times. This is good, but the playlists apparently include "Top 40s," which is, to put it mildly, bad. Still, I think I'll at least check it out; this city, despite being so cosmopolitan, lacks a vibrant nightlife. I don't dare to hope that that's actually changing, but maybe the situation is improving, however slightly.

Also, a very cognitive-dissonance inducing moment when I looked at some of our received xmas cards and discovered that one of my cousins has grown up. This wouldn't be a problem, really, except that I saw the photo, said to myself, "who's that hot little-- oh my CHRIST that's [Cousin X]!" I remember this kid being like knee-high and annoying, and now... well, let's just say it's a good (or very, very bad) thing that he's 18. When I was like 12 and crushing on my now-other hot cousin from Oregon, it was fine, because he was at least 5 years older and more distantly related. It just... it squicks me to no end that I find someone whom I remember as being pre-pubescent, at least in person, hot. Reconciling the two images is... difficult.

Oh well. We hardly ever see that part of the family, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Still. Yeek.

Party tonight on the Hill. Should be interesting. Also, [livejournal.com profile] driftwoodsun and [livejournal.com profile] priorysion, I hope both of you are well enough to get together soon!
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Dinner: $12. Ticket: $9. Seeing the RENT movie with obsessed fans? Priceless.

Not like anyone doesn't know the plot, but eh )
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Dinner: $12. Ticket: $9. Seeing the RENT movie with obsessed fans? Priceless.

Not like anyone doesn't know the plot, but eh )
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
As some of you already know, I spent the weekend in Eugene, OR. Now, for those of you who are not familiar with the geography of the Greatest Country in the World (also known as the Pacific Northwest), Eugene is a small-ish town about two hours south of Portland. Being there is kind of like being on the Hellmouth, except the demons/witches/androids/etc. have been replaced by hippies, punkers, retirees, and artists. Just as an example: on Sunday, we went to hear a miniature swing orchestra. There was a man who looked to be a very fit 80 years of age, with a long white beard, wearing something that looked like a streamlined version of a band leader's parade uniform, doing what I can only describe as free-form Zen t'ai chi to the Big Band beat.

This, in all seriousness, was one of the least odd parts of the whole weekend.

Oh, and I think [livejournal.com profile] cherrysher has been given the Mandate of Heaven... I'm just not entirely sure for what.

I've finally heard Cherry Poppin' Daddies songs besides "Zoot Suit Riot", and while I had the same problems with their show that I do with all concerts (i.e. having to stand for hours in close proximity with people I would normally not even look at, much less touch), it really was quite good. Steve Perry is a genius of a composer, I'll give 'im that. I met one of the band members, and also saw an old friend from high school, now living in Eugene full time, who came to the show.

I hung out with [livejournal.com profile] swankyfunk and two other members of the Daddies' hardcore fan club, and it was a unique experience. As some of you know, I wasn't really into music at all until around seventh grade, and even then it was only about listening to the radio as background noise for me; I don't think I actually bought a CD until I was a sophomore in high school. I like music, of course, but it's not as... central to my being as it is for a lot of people, and I've certainly never been so into one single artist/band as these women are into the Daddies. I can't at all imagine what that must be like, so I think there's some crucial disconnect that will always prevent me from appreciating their music as [livejournal.com profile] cherrysher and company do, but it was definitely educational for me to see... it was very nearly a religious experience.

A lot more happened this weekend, but most of it was internal, and it involves me only peripherally, so I don't really know how to articulate any of it, and I don't think it's really my place to do so.

Further bulletins as events warrant.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
As some of you already know, I spent the weekend in Eugene, OR. Now, for those of you who are not familiar with the geography of the Greatest Country in the World (also known as the Pacific Northwest), Eugene is a small-ish town about two hours south of Portland. Being there is kind of like being on the Hellmouth, except the demons/witches/androids/etc. have been replaced by hippies, punkers, retirees, and artists. Just as an example: on Sunday, we went to hear a miniature swing orchestra. There was a man who looked to be a very fit 80 years of age, with a long white beard, wearing something that looked like a streamlined version of a band leader's parade uniform, doing what I can only describe as free-form Zen t'ai chi to the Big Band beat.

This, in all seriousness, was one of the least odd parts of the whole weekend.

Oh, and I think [livejournal.com profile] cherrysher has been given the Mandate of Heaven... I'm just not entirely sure for what.

I've finally heard Cherry Poppin' Daddies songs besides "Zoot Suit Riot", and while I had the same problems with their show that I do with all concerts (i.e. having to stand for hours in close proximity with people I would normally not even look at, much less touch), it really was quite good. Steve Perry is a genius of a composer, I'll give 'im that. I met one of the band members, and also saw an old friend from high school, now living in Eugene full time, who came to the show.

I hung out with [livejournal.com profile] swankyfunk and two other members of the Daddies' hardcore fan club, and it was a unique experience. As some of you know, I wasn't really into music at all until around seventh grade, and even then it was only about listening to the radio as background noise for me; I don't think I actually bought a CD until I was a sophomore in high school. I like music, of course, but it's not as... central to my being as it is for a lot of people, and I've certainly never been so into one single artist/band as these women are into the Daddies. I can't at all imagine what that must be like, so I think there's some crucial disconnect that will always prevent me from appreciating their music as [livejournal.com profile] cherrysher and company do, but it was definitely educational for me to see... it was very nearly a religious experience.

A lot more happened this weekend, but most of it was internal, and it involves me only peripherally, so I don't really know how to articulate any of it, and I don't think it's really my place to do so.

Further bulletins as events warrant.

Grrr.

Sep. 27th, 2005 09:00 am
teiresias: (akaten)
Concert: crap from start to finish. Any enjoyment I might have derived from Less Than Jake and their ability to play actual instruments was leeched from me by the three (three!) eleventh-rate punk-wannabe posers who preceded them, not to mention their legions of sweaty, stinky, quasi-epileptic teenybopper fans.

Rock shows=gigantic waste of time and money. I'll stick with my books.

Grrr.

Sep. 27th, 2005 09:00 am
teiresias: (akaten)
Concert: crap from start to finish. Any enjoyment I might have derived from Less Than Jake and their ability to play actual instruments was leeched from me by the three (three!) eleventh-rate punk-wannabe posers who preceded them, not to mention their legions of sweaty, stinky, quasi-epileptic teenybopper fans.

Rock shows=gigantic waste of time and money. I'll stick with my books.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
First act of the festival, EMP Skychurch: some outfit called the "Gruff Mummies" from Bainbridge Island, WA. I've been there once, I think, and these people didn't make me at all eager to revisit the scene of crimes past-- shitkicker music mixed with pop, imho. The next act we saw was a kind of BBVD-ish band, but fronted by a woman, with more of a folksy, blues-ish feel. Still danceable, though.

That was the last non-mainstage act we saw yesterday. The Bumbershoot way of doing things had us waiting in line at 2:45 PM for a show that started at 6:15. Hell of a long wait, but worth it, because...

... Act 1: The Donnas. Never saw them live before, but they are AWESOME. I don't mean this to disparage them in any way, because they totally deserve to headline, but they are great openers. So much energy! Their frontwoman did a really great job of engaging the audience. The lead singer, especially, was dancing around and working her stuff so much that she actually broke the microphone stand. Plus, their second to last song was "Take It Off", which is my very very favorite of theirs and so damn perfect for grinding. I was in heaven.

Act 2: some jokers called the New York Dolls, fronted by some dude who looked like the love child of Mick Jagger and Iggy Pop on the morning after a really wild party. The debauchery practically dripped off him like his sweat... an effect not at all mitigated by the fully-illustrated Hindu prayer manual he had set up on a music stand next to him (... man, I don't know). Music was typical Stones-Bowie cock rock with delusions of indie grandeur, and I was SO BORED. The fact that their fans were moshing like LBC frat whores a few rows behind us didn't help matters.

Thankfully, they eventually left, clearing the way for Garbage. I... was FIFTEEN FEET FROM SHIRLEY MANSON, people. It was a fucking religious EPIPHANY, even though La Manson is startin' to look a bit like a young Maggie Smith, imho. It's kind of a weird effect, but I can go with it, especially when her stage show was so damn intense that the crowd-surfers got even wilder than they had been before, if that was even possible.

Just as an aside? I don't get crowd surfing, especially for women. Given the class of guy all around us, and the generally Dionysian character of such events, I'd personally be afraid of molestation and loss of garments no matter my sex. I mean, sure, more than a few of 'em were so trashed I doubt they would've cared either way, but most of them seemed pretty sober. At least the security guards were good about catching them before they cracked their skulls open and punting them toward the exit.

Anyway: 45 minutes of live Garbage. I was in heaven, even though they didn't play "Parade", which I think is my favorite of their songs. It was totally worth the nearly eight-hour wait. Front row, baby! There are few women (or men) I'd have suffered through that for, but it was so completely worth it.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
First act of the festival, EMP Skychurch: some outfit called the "Gruff Mummies" from Bainbridge Island, WA. I've been there once, I think, and these people didn't make me at all eager to revisit the scene of crimes past-- shitkicker music mixed with pop, imho. The next act we saw was a kind of BBVD-ish band, but fronted by a woman, with more of a folksy, blues-ish feel. Still danceable, though.

That was the last non-mainstage act we saw yesterday. The Bumbershoot way of doing things had us waiting in line at 2:45 PM for a show that started at 6:15. Hell of a long wait, but worth it, because...

... Act 1: The Donnas. Never saw them live before, but they are AWESOME. I don't mean this to disparage them in any way, because they totally deserve to headline, but they are great openers. So much energy! Their frontwoman did a really great job of engaging the audience. The lead singer, especially, was dancing around and working her stuff so much that she actually broke the microphone stand. Plus, their second to last song was "Take It Off", which is my very very favorite of theirs and so damn perfect for grinding. I was in heaven.

Act 2: some jokers called the New York Dolls, fronted by some dude who looked like the love child of Mick Jagger and Iggy Pop on the morning after a really wild party. The debauchery practically dripped off him like his sweat... an effect not at all mitigated by the fully-illustrated Hindu prayer manual he had set up on a music stand next to him (... man, I don't know). Music was typical Stones-Bowie cock rock with delusions of indie grandeur, and I was SO BORED. The fact that their fans were moshing like LBC frat whores a few rows behind us didn't help matters.

Thankfully, they eventually left, clearing the way for Garbage. I... was FIFTEEN FEET FROM SHIRLEY MANSON, people. It was a fucking religious EPIPHANY, even though La Manson is startin' to look a bit like a young Maggie Smith, imho. It's kind of a weird effect, but I can go with it, especially when her stage show was so damn intense that the crowd-surfers got even wilder than they had been before, if that was even possible.

Just as an aside? I don't get crowd surfing, especially for women. Given the class of guy all around us, and the generally Dionysian character of such events, I'd personally be afraid of molestation and loss of garments no matter my sex. I mean, sure, more than a few of 'em were so trashed I doubt they would've cared either way, but most of them seemed pretty sober. At least the security guards were good about catching them before they cracked their skulls open and punting them toward the exit.

Anyway: 45 minutes of live Garbage. I was in heaven, even though they didn't play "Parade", which I think is my favorite of their songs. It was totally worth the nearly eight-hour wait. Front row, baby! There are few women (or men) I'd have suffered through that for, but it was so completely worth it.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Goddamn but that set was awesome. The pub itself was trying a leeetle too hard to be IRISH!!!, imho-- they had these old tree trunks being used as supports that kind of blocked the view of the stage in parts, and they had deosil spirals carved into the tabletops, and Irish/Scottish memorabilia on the walls so thick that one could barely see the building itself in parts, but lots of neat old wainscoting and such, so I'd call it a nice place... except for the fact that they couldn't even make a friggin' mojito, because they "don't have the mint." Whatever, man.

The new songs were, no surprise, awesome, and they threw in some pretty frickin' hot Tom Waits covers to spice up the set list. I do think that they should make the Cult of Personality sing more often, because he has an amazing voice and (I think) is the only one of the trio who's actually classically trained. Either way, though, I wait with drooling anticipation for their CD, which damn well better be released soon, or I will be sad.

Met the Cult's lady friend, very personable and sexy-- I had zero interest in her as a woman and even I could tell that-- as well as from the frozen north of Alaska, which wins anybody major coolness points. I did realize, sitting with his other, hehe, "groupies," that I am from a part of the Cult's life filled with people very different from those he currently/normally hangs with. Despite my somewhat esoteric interests, I am about the furthest thing from counterculture it's possible to be and still, y'know, like dick. There are a lot of ways in which I'm a flaming radical, but when it comes to personal social choices, I'm pretty damn conservative. The political scene is a completely different story, of course-- thank god.

It was nice to have an excuse to hang out downtown after hours, as well-- christ, I hope I eventually make enough money to live down there... but ah well. Apropos of moneymaking, it's back to the application grind!
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Goddamn but that set was awesome. The pub itself was trying a leeetle too hard to be IRISH!!!, imho-- they had these old tree trunks being used as supports that kind of blocked the view of the stage in parts, and they had deosil spirals carved into the tabletops, and Irish/Scottish memorabilia on the walls so thick that one could barely see the building itself in parts, but lots of neat old wainscoting and such, so I'd call it a nice place... except for the fact that they couldn't even make a friggin' mojito, because they "don't have the mint." Whatever, man.

The new songs were, no surprise, awesome, and they threw in some pretty frickin' hot Tom Waits covers to spice up the set list. I do think that they should make the Cult of Personality sing more often, because he has an amazing voice and (I think) is the only one of the trio who's actually classically trained. Either way, though, I wait with drooling anticipation for their CD, which damn well better be released soon, or I will be sad.

Met the Cult's lady friend, very personable and sexy-- I had zero interest in her as a woman and even I could tell that-- as well as from the frozen north of Alaska, which wins anybody major coolness points. I did realize, sitting with his other, hehe, "groupies," that I am from a part of the Cult's life filled with people very different from those he currently/normally hangs with. Despite my somewhat esoteric interests, I am about the furthest thing from counterculture it's possible to be and still, y'know, like dick. There are a lot of ways in which I'm a flaming radical, but when it comes to personal social choices, I'm pretty damn conservative. The political scene is a completely different story, of course-- thank god.

It was nice to have an excuse to hang out downtown after hours, as well-- christ, I hope I eventually make enough money to live down there... but ah well. Apropos of moneymaking, it's back to the application grind!
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
In re: my last post, [livejournal.com profile] jilocasin managed magically to make me feel better, as he always does, and while I'm still unemployed, I suppose I can see how that's better than having a job I almost certainly would have hated. After all, nothing that comes out of Bellevue can be of the good.

So, I've started another round of emailing, and to use some personal contacts this time, which I was hoping to not have to do. It was a bit important to me to feel as though I'd done something myself, that I'd gotten a job based solely on the merits of my résumé and nothing else... that, however, has fallen by the wayside. Personal contacts make the world go 'round, so let's just hope they manage to make my world revolve a little faster, because it's been almost two months now and I'd like to have some progress to show for it, if that's all right.

In other news, I've been invited by the Cult of Personality himself to Fadó on Monday to hear his band The Senate play and, one devoutly hopes, have some fun, because I need some. Any of you who will be in the area and free at the time, and might be interested in going, do let me know-- it starts at 10 PM, though I'd be quite amenable to doing something beforehand as well.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
In re: my last post, [livejournal.com profile] jilocasin managed magically to make me feel better, as he always does, and while I'm still unemployed, I suppose I can see how that's better than having a job I almost certainly would have hated. After all, nothing that comes out of Bellevue can be of the good.

So, I've started another round of emailing, and to use some personal contacts this time, which I was hoping to not have to do. It was a bit important to me to feel as though I'd done something myself, that I'd gotten a job based solely on the merits of my résumé and nothing else... that, however, has fallen by the wayside. Personal contacts make the world go 'round, so let's just hope they manage to make my world revolve a little faster, because it's been almost two months now and I'd like to have some progress to show for it, if that's all right.

In other news, I've been invited by the Cult of Personality himself to Fadó on Monday to hear his band The Senate play and, one devoutly hopes, have some fun, because I need some. Any of you who will be in the area and free at the time, and might be interested in going, do let me know-- it starts at 10 PM, though I'd be quite amenable to doing something beforehand as well.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Chantal, being in town for about 5+1/2 minutes, as per usual, has departed once more for the other SLC. My time with her was of course far too brief, but at least El Loco Mexicano and I were able to see her off this morning after [livejournal.com profile] queueball was so good as to open his relaxing apartment to me and my friends for some hang-out time last night.

It's strange how some people have stayed with me through the years, while others have fallen (or have jumped headlong) by the wayside. I don't really regret losing touch with just about any of the latter group-- if I'd really wanted to retain their friendship, I would have made an effort to do so, after all. I only hope that all those whom I count among my closest confidants will eventually make their way to Seattle, once again or for the first time-- if I'm going to live anywhere in America, it's here, and the likelihood of getting all of my good buddies to move to, say, Amsterdam or Brussels or Geneva seems small at best.

Still, I myself am doing my damnedest to escape this earthly paradise once more-- however temporarily-- so I can hardly begrudge anyone else the need to spread their wings and see how high they can fly.

It seems to me that, at least in certain people, there lives within an instinctive aversion to a certain kind of comfort-- that to play it safe and do the sensible thing is deeply inimical to inner peace. By doing that which, by all rational material standards at least, should make us happy because secure, we can stifle some essential inner quality that only finds its true expression by dealing with a certain amount of adversity/chaos.

Call it the "Crucible Theory", perhaps.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Chantal, being in town for about 5+1/2 minutes, as per usual, has departed once more for the other SLC. My time with her was of course far too brief, but at least El Loco Mexicano and I were able to see her off this morning after [livejournal.com profile] queueball was so good as to open his relaxing apartment to me and my friends for some hang-out time last night.

It's strange how some people have stayed with me through the years, while others have fallen (or have jumped headlong) by the wayside. I don't really regret losing touch with just about any of the latter group-- if I'd really wanted to retain their friendship, I would have made an effort to do so, after all. I only hope that all those whom I count among my closest confidants will eventually make their way to Seattle, once again or for the first time-- if I'm going to live anywhere in America, it's here, and the likelihood of getting all of my good buddies to move to, say, Amsterdam or Brussels or Geneva seems small at best.

Still, I myself am doing my damnedest to escape this earthly paradise once more-- however temporarily-- so I can hardly begrudge anyone else the need to spread their wings and see how high they can fly.

It seems to me that, at least in certain people, there lives within an instinctive aversion to a certain kind of comfort-- that to play it safe and do the sensible thing is deeply inimical to inner peace. By doing that which, by all rational material standards at least, should make us happy because secure, we can stifle some essential inner quality that only finds its true expression by dealing with a certain amount of adversity/chaos.

Call it the "Crucible Theory", perhaps.

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