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December Recap (OR I WENT TO A DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE SHOW AND ALL I GOT WAS SOME LOUSY PHOTOS)

i don't know why i never got around to this. no good reason really. a lot of law and order: criminal intent. some drity jobs on the discovery channel and i took out a gas line in the house and went christmas shopping. i also saw rocky balboa and that was probably the highlight of my month. but a long, long time ago on december 1 or something i went to see death cab for cutie (worst name ever?).
lucas was doing the lights. well...i gotta say that i don't get this band. i hear they are super nice and everyone seemed happy but man...a pretty boring band for someone like me.
ally and i trekked down to irvine....IRVINE! for this show. it's fun to go see your bro while he's on tour and know that you're helping make the tour a little bit easier. so we showed up at UC Irvine to an empty basketball arena. and this is what happened.

lucas found me and ally a couple of really nice office chairs and put them next to his disk. as nina can attest to from the salon, i love a spinning chair. there are about 35 other photos that look like these.

ally, reacting to my spinning.

one more.

and another one.

ally and i on vacation

lucas at work

he does a beautiful job

we prided ourselves on making it through 35 minutes of death cab.

and the next day my camera broke.

milk maid dud bean

some band's manager asked me for a resume today. so i sent him a list of all the bands i have tm'ed and when. then he wrote back and asked me for a "formal" resume. lame. so i spent like 90 minutes i could have used to fix the toilet that runs non-stop writing a "formal"resume. well, harley, kindly let me copy his and fill in my info. the retarded part is and the reason i am writing is that it should be adequate for me to write down what bands i worked for and when. because if you are gonna hire me to do my job you already know what my job is. and i shouldn't have to spell it out for you while trying to keep the thing to one page. and i shouldn't have to say things like: "responsibilities included: advancing the shows, accounting, wiping so and so's ass". because if you need to hire a tour manager you know that they do those things. on top of this, this guy wasn't even hiring me but was passing it along to someone else and he wouldn't even tell me who that is. or at least he just ignored the email where i asked. at least i didn't have to write the style where i am supposed to describe what sort of experience i am looking for in one sentence.
i'll tell you what i really thought would be a good resume for no other reason than i think it would have been really funny. it would have been this:

Los ticka toe rest. Might likea sender doe ree. Your make a doll a ray day sender bright like a penelty.
Exi-tease my ray day member half lost a beat away. Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay. Cuz I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. Die-mond make a mid-evil bike a sake a like a ree caste. Cuz I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. On a ree land. Find a ree land.
You sink a my swan. Rolly a get a worst in. Maybe minus way far central poor forty duck a pin.
Milk maid dud bean. Master a load a head. Pill pop a dope a well run general hash pump a gonna led.

it's pretty fun to play the video and sing along. even more fun to sing it acappella in your room really loud, by yourself. it's also nice to know that for the past 12 years that i have been singing this song in my head, not knowing the lyrics, i wasn't really that far off. i'd say it's arguably the best song Ahmet Ertegun (RIP) ever released.

what else are you gonna do?

i want you to be a hot dog. because i love them. and i am starving right now. i think i have you in the fridge.

my jealousy weighs a ton

i am sure that many people that read this blog are aware of this velvet underground rarity on ebay.
if you aren't or don't have the desire to click and read it (you should at least click and look at the price. do it for me, as an experiment to see if staring at the dollar amount makes you hate a whole nation) the gist it:
a CANADIAN was visting nyc and bought a record for 75¢ on the street. it's a test pressing of songs that the band had just recorded in 1965. at the end of the day they would make one or two records to hear how it sounded, in a nutshell. this is one of those. it's quite a find.

i want to find something that i can buy for 75¢ and sell for $150,000. but since it is a well known fact that i hate junk in general and thrift stores in particular it is highly unlikely that i will be making my fortune this way. thus i am jealous. i just don't think a canadian should be allowed to own this. canadians hate americans. trust me, i just toured with a bunch of them and they HATE americans. the french canadians, of which the seller is one, are particularly hateful.

links come out at night

cali took me to an art show the other night at the new image art gallery.

i really liked suzannah sinclairs drawings.

i met probably half the links and characters from cali's blog. he was pretty stoked about that.

everybody had a camera for the main event, No AGe.

well, i guess for some people seeing the art was the main event cause if they had come for the band they surely wouldn't have brought the baby along. the band was polite and after glancing around and seeing if the people were gonna move they mentioned that they were about to play. i mean not to be cruel or anything but i was really hoping, in an snl sort of way, that they would just start shredding right in the baby's ear. i saw a book today at urban outfitters. the author or editor or whatever had given random strangers blank postcards and told them to write a secret they had never told anyone else before and mail it to him. some people just wrote the secret and others drew on it or attached photos and collages. it was pretty interesting i thought and would be a wonderful gift. anyway, i suppose my secret that i have never told anyone (until now) could be: "i wish that no age had started shredding right behind that baby". hey, that's not as bad as "i knew you were gay before i married you"

then no age finally, finally played for 15 minutes. i look forward to seeing them in a real venue. or at least somewhere with a PA. i need it louder.

the best part of their set was when a drunk lady on the street started getting into it. later on she would steal a dollar from the girl making drinks tip jar and be kicked out of the gallery. you can watch her get into the music here.

a couple of things i am stoked on

matador has posted and mp3 of the new pony's jam, "double vision".
i am psyched for that record and would like to tour manage them, ahem, cough, etc.

and i am pretty stoked on this photo of porcell i found on line. it was taken at a project x show i went to in cleveland when i was 17. probably the gayest photo ever.