"Well I finished up the builds, and ended up leaving work an hour early. Drove down to NYC and attempted to find Fiddlesticks. After a wrong turn that sent me halfway across the village in the wrong direction, I found the place and actually got a parking space right out in front.
No one was there yet, so I grabbed a quick hot dog & drink at Gray's Papaya & sat on the hood of The Cat and read the Hartford Advocate for a while. My reading material is only relevant because Xydexx's Inflatable Clydesdale Project Website was mentioned in a short bit on the wrongness of inflatable toy sex (I know Xydexx via a BBS).
Shortly people began to filter in, several of whom were oin the same BBS and with whom I could therefore share Xydexx's disturbing bit of fame.
Upon arrival of [A], and the horde that had come with her from the train station for her b-day party, we moved from the hood of my car to a table on the patio.
The evening was a blast with lots of fun conversations, scritching, jokes, etc. Apparently my claws & hairbrushing skills are now famous internantionally as a result of THG who spent the whole last school year in Ireland.
Eventually the party broke up around 11-12pm, and I headed off with [J] to her place, where I was crashing for the night.
The next day I headed into the city again and wandered around doing some shopping to take up the eight hours until the concert that night.
I discovered a street fair on the street Fiddlesticks is on, the same street I had parked on the night before. At that fair I found a pair of rabbit pelts that I'll be using for the claw glove I make. One pelt is black, while the other is grey.
I also picked up a bottle of Manic Panic Ebony(black) for [C] as she hadn't been able to find it locally.
I then bought a mango and a drink and wandered back to The Cat, where I put the back seat cushoin on the sidewalk and sat eating my mango and reading for a while. I then napped in the back for an hour or two.
Eventually I headed back to the St Mark's area and found a place to stash The Cat right in front of the Village Voice offices.
Saturday night was apparently my night to have an epiphany, at least according to the hari krishna that accosted me, and according to Thriftgirl about 'The Billy Nayar Show'. The only epiphanies I had though was that hari krishna's are even more persistant than Jehovah's Witnesses, and the show was a big waste of $22 ($12 ticket price, $8.66 for TWO sodas, the rest for tip).
The band seemed to fit into an overall catergory I encounter from time to time. They are ppl who try and prove how cutting edge & counter culture their music/art/etc is by filling it with excessive vulgarity and/or pointless incomprehensible surreality. Sorry folks, but I am not impressed by your ability to swear, and your odds of offending me with it are low (though your odds of boring me nad making me decide you're not worth bothering with are high). And singing something that makes no sense, and doesn't even follow from one sentence to another is not my idea of entertaining, about all it will do is make me wonder when it's going to stop, and if the singer actually does have enough brain left to form a coherent thought.
I don't think that things shouldn't contain any vulgarity (heck I'm a fan of RHPS), but vulgarity for the sake of vulgarity, or for the 'shock' value is not impressive. Also, I like weird music (TMBG, Moxy Fruvous, Davinci's Notebook for examples), but I also like music that has some sense of inherent coherency to it.
But then, maybe I'm not 'with it' enough, or enough of an 'ironic hipster'.
No one was there yet, so I grabbed a quick hot dog & drink at Gray's Papaya & sat on the hood of The Cat and read the Hartford Advocate for a while. My reading material is only relevant because Xydexx's Inflatable Clydesdale Project Website was mentioned in a short bit on the wrongness of inflatable toy sex (I know Xydexx via a BBS).
Shortly people began to filter in, several of whom were oin the same BBS and with whom I could therefore share Xydexx's disturbing bit of fame.
Upon arrival of [A], and the horde that had come with her from the train station for her b-day party, we moved from the hood of my car to a table on the patio.
The evening was a blast with lots of fun conversations, scritching, jokes, etc. Apparently my claws & hairbrushing skills are now famous internantionally as a result of THG who spent the whole last school year in Ireland.
Eventually the party broke up around 11-12pm, and I headed off with [J] to her place, where I was crashing for the night.
The next day I headed into the city again and wandered around doing some shopping to take up the eight hours until the concert that night.
I discovered a street fair on the street Fiddlesticks is on, the same street I had parked on the night before. At that fair I found a pair of rabbit pelts that I'll be using for the claw glove I make. One pelt is black, while the other is grey.
I also picked up a bottle of Manic Panic Ebony(black) for [C] as she hadn't been able to find it locally.
I then bought a mango and a drink and wandered back to The Cat, where I put the back seat cushoin on the sidewalk and sat eating my mango and reading for a while. I then napped in the back for an hour or two.
Eventually I headed back to the St Mark's area and found a place to stash The Cat right in front of the Village Voice offices.
Saturday night was apparently my night to have an epiphany, at least according to the hari krishna that accosted me, and according to Thriftgirl about 'The Billy Nayar Show'. The only epiphanies I had though was that hari krishna's are even more persistant than Jehovah's Witnesses, and the show was a big waste of $22 ($12 ticket price, $8.66 for TWO sodas, the rest for tip).
The band seemed to fit into an overall catergory I encounter from time to time. They are ppl who try and prove how cutting edge & counter culture their music/art/etc is by filling it with excessive vulgarity and/or pointless incomprehensible surreality. Sorry folks, but I am not impressed by your ability to swear, and your odds of offending me with it are low (though your odds of boring me nad making me decide you're not worth bothering with are high). And singing something that makes no sense, and doesn't even follow from one sentence to another is not my idea of entertaining, about all it will do is make me wonder when it's going to stop, and if the singer actually does have enough brain left to form a coherent thought.
I don't think that things shouldn't contain any vulgarity (heck I'm a fan of RHPS), but vulgarity for the sake of vulgarity, or for the 'shock' value is not impressive. Also, I like weird music (TMBG, Moxy Fruvous, Davinci's Notebook for examples), but I also like music that has some sense of inherent coherency to it.
But then, maybe I'm not 'with it' enough, or enough of an 'ironic hipster'.