| yikes....stripes..... |
[Mar. 1st, 2005|03:10 pm] |
This weekend meant a ton to me. It was sort of a dream come true even tho I complained, yelled, pushed a friend out of the way to grab another friend to scream at him for being a prick, threw bottles at a bartender at an after-party, and let a certian band from Memphis who i wont mention the name of dick everybody around, and play a pretty lame set.
But I guess those are the breaks. I sit here at my desk at work, and I can reflect back on things in the most positive light because even with all the bullshit that is involved, my friends and I had a fucking great time.
I tend to make music my life. I work in the music industry, and have done everything from being in bands, to doing zines to being a merch bitch, and I kinda think its the thing Im most proud of.
I was let down by a couple of people here and there, but thats life. Now that it is all said and done, Im very happy that I got to share this time with my friends.
I know nobody really reads my livejournal, because I never post, but all my friends mean the world to me, and they helped me realize how amazing they are, music is, and how no matter how many cocksuckers throw give you a hard time, when you keep the important things in perspective, life is good. |
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| pointedly mad |
[Feb. 19th, 2005|09:00 pm] |
I was lucky in the past week to find a sealed original copy of one of my all time fave records, "we are the village green preservation society" by the kinks this week, then I found Guitar Wolfs first LP on Goner for 5 bucks.
Diana and I went to the museum today and I got sick as hell, which is never fun, but whatever.
122 Hours of beer is less than a week away. Im pretty psyched. Its been hard work, but I cant wait to see my friends again, and stress about little things. I hope it goes easy.
So ill be there all the time. I might sleep at Trash Bar. On the pool table. Im guessing Diana will be there sleeping with me. Practicing backup vocals in her sleep.
So if you wanna have get drunk. come out and see me.
details
Free booze from 9-10.
Feb 25th
Some Action (New York, Gigantic music)
Carbonas (Atlanta)
Weekenders (New York)
Turpentine Brothers (Boston, Alive-total energy)
Beat,Beat,Beat (Atlanta)
Mob Stereo (Cali-NY, Dollar records,)
Babyshakes (New York)
Feb 26th
Black Lips (Atlanta, Bomp records)
Manaconda (Chicago, Criminal IQ)
Sunday Sinners (Canada, ex Sexareenos)
Sick Fits (Canada, Big Neck records)
DC Snipers (Jersey)
Monarchy 5 (Florida)
Tampoffs (Boston)
Feb. 27th
Lost Sounds (Memphis, in the red)
Little Killers (NYC, Crypt records)
Electric Shadows (NYC)
Plastic Letters (California, Screaming Apple records)
WLWL (NYC)
Hearts on Fire (NYC)
Special guest DJ's and whatnot.
Both nites are 8 bucks, and will be held at Trash bar in Brooklyn
(www.thetrashbar.com)
256 Grand Street.
All shows start at 8pm.
Open bar 9-10 PM. |
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| blaaah |
[Dec. 25th, 2004|01:17 pm] |
The south is borning.
I miss my girlfriend, and shitty New York weather. |
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| ELO kiddies |
[Nov. 26th, 2004|02:45 pm] |
I had Thanksgiving with a bunch of Russians yesterday. It included good turkey and a lot of Vodka.
tight! |
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| many have fallen. MORE WILL FALL! |
[Nov. 24th, 2004|02:04 pm] |
Oh ummm. I went out with Mark and Sara last nite. We hit up bars, then made our way to a party in WIlliamsburg, a LOFT PARTY is WIlliamsburg.
Of course I felt a little bummed out (and drunk) because Im not really the biggest fan of hanging out at those sorta things.
What could be better than hanging out with a ton of wanna-be models and fags that are in The Panthers?
When I am with a group of friends in these situations I feel confident, like I can get away with anything (I usually do), but last nite on the way to the little shindig, Mark turned to me and said "Jayson, dont act stupid. These are my friends."
I dont know, what the fuck, Im always the one people always expect to do something dumb, but like what the hell is the point of the party if at least 2 of the following things dont happen
A. Somebody there doesnt try to act like a living Spits song
B. SOMETHING (nothing big) gets broken
C. The asshole who decided to play whatever awful electro crap is popular this week does nto get made fun of and humiliated.
D. making out
E. People have a good time
I didnt see any of that shit last nite. I saw a bunch of people looking like a Urban Outfitters catalog, and drinking Carona.
So I left.
That was it. I bought a bag of Utz, went home, listened to The Kinks, drank more, played video games, read a book talked a bunch of shit to my now EX roomate, and thats it.
No sleep. Good times.
I still like The new Hunches album more than most other albums. And the Screamers live DVD sounds better than the actual recorded shit they did on demos.
Next weekend will be the end all. 3 days of Black lips ending in Diana and Saras birthday party. |
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| Hurricane Ditka |
[Oct. 9th, 2004|10:02 pm] |
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all I remember was drinking a ton, snorting an "Up all nite" pill from the store i bought beer at, puking 2 times, getting alightbulb smashed across my back, punching my friend mike so we both fell over into the glass, getting wacked in the head by The Spits microphone, and other various points I remember very little of. |
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| the minor fall, the major lift. Or is it the other way around? |
[Oct. 7th, 2004|11:07 am] |
Ive been busy writing a ton. Just not on livejournal.
School is the pits.
This weekend I shall be drunk 72 hours straight. Spits-Lips friday. work-drunk at work Saturday.
All good bands all night Sunday.
Im quite close to ending the life of one of my roomates. It seems that any roomate in my apartment that is neither Joy nor Sara just does not pass the test.
In other news its the best time of the year. Im very happy (except for the complaining you have noticed above). Paula Abdul is playing at my work.
The Fall and Coachwhips are playing together.
Best term of the day
"hood piercing"
Pass it on to your friends. |
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| hey sister bleeding heart |
[Jul. 31st, 2004|04:07 pm] |
Hmmm.
Last nite, I went to see The Fleshies and Toys That Kill. I saw a few people that I have known almost ten years now, that was funny.
I wanted to write the crusty punx a letter last nite stating
Dear crusties.
Im sorry the apocolypse has not hit us yet. I know you are doing your part in the good fight, and ever since I was a wee lad I thought it was brave that you would tie rolls of toilet paper to your backpacks so you could easily shit in any spot you wished.
Also, the time one of your dogs bit my friend on the hand was pretty fucking funny.
But could you please not put forks on your fucking back packs? I mean put them IN the backpack, thats why there are places on the INSIDE. Because it really hurt me when you were dancing and you got pushed by a bigger dude who said "fuckin crusties, they smell like shit".
I didnt push you, but you were pushed into me, and your fork hurt me Crusty. It could have broken the skin, and I dont know if you got Hep C.
Anyway.
I hung out with my celebrity friend, Aaron Cometbus.
Even tho he is not my friend, nor a celebrity, it was fun.
The Germans are still here in my apartment. It was fun and cute before but witht he new roomate moving in today, its annoying. |
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| Got the feeling, power steering |
[Jul. 30th, 2004|12:52 am] |
This is the most important thing ever.
I was walking up the stairs of my job about a half hour before close, and there was a man. Not just any man. He was wearing a weird straw hat, and was smoking a cigar.
I was going to tell his dumb ass to get the fuck out of there, but he asked me "are you going to service me?"
I was going to kill this man, but then I looked at his face, and, and, and...
It was my hero from when I was a kid.
DIAMOND DAVID LEE ROTH!!!
Diamond Dave asked me what he has no doubt asked countless groupies, except he wanted a sandwhich.
As he left the store, he did a weird little "heee-bop-skeee-bop-a-doo" kinda skat thing.
It was amazing, and I will have to watch the video to see if that shit was real.
Even tho he was kind of a prick. it was still funny. |
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| The weekend of rad |
[Jul. 26th, 2004|06:09 am] |
I threw up so much in the past 24 hours.
The best was the shot of wild turkey I made 3 others take and then I fucking vomited it out from every hole above my neck.
Anyway. Amazing.
Heatseekers. Miss Alex White (greatest single live show due to pure rawness I have seen in 2 years), and The Clorox Girls (good houseguests and amazing band).
Its like 615 am and I wanna go out west next week. |
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| Johhnys gonna die. |
[Jul. 25th, 2004|03:09 pm] |
Today I woke up so fucking drunk, and was supposed to into work at 6am (even tho I asked off for the day a week ago). I drank a ton of Sparks last nite, went and saw The Kids, then came home, and slept on the front porch, because I was nice and loaned the Germans my key, so I was locked out.
Anyway, I woke up today and didnt go to work, at about 12, after one of the sweetest sleeps in recent memory, I decided to call my work (after my boss left 6 message ranging fromt he times 6am till 10am going from nice and calm "jayson, you are late" all the up to "jayson you are fired".)
I called him up and told him my father died and didnt go into work.
This was pure shit, and I know that, but I was in no state to go sling coffee and make food for people.
I am a pretty good person when it comes to work, but I guess sometimes your dad has to die for you to enjoy the next 3 days off.
This weekend was a blast. Except for The Kids, I missed everything.
No Spits. No Weekenders. No nothing. Just lots of drinking and getting hurt. Fun times. |
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| we vant you to take a shower |
[Jul. 20th, 2004|11:34 am] |
Today, The Germans that are staying with us, want me to take them to get Jewish food.
They told me there are hardly any Jews in Germany anymore.
Duh. |
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| and that life is just to die. |
[Jul. 20th, 2004|02:49 am] |
You know, The fucking Velvet Underground.
Always my number one band. I can put on any record by them and I love every song. I think for what its worth, "Sweet Jane" is maybe one of the great pop songs in history. "Sister Ray" is maybe my all time fave song ever. I have never come close to being tired of them for years now. Its nice. I got home after just walking around after work, and felt cool, and soon the Brian Eno mural will be on my wall, and this week is full of fun and shit.
I find myself missing people a lot, but I have felt nice kinda.
My collection of hot dog stuff is starting to grow to 2 things. That makes me excited.
Im very very VERY conflicted about seeing The Kids now that I know The Homosexuals are playing down the street, and for waaaay cheaper.
Whatever. It will be fun. Ill see The Homosexuals with Suicide anyway.
Tommorow is Totally Tuesday. Im prepared. |
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| Silver Tightrope |
[Jul. 18th, 2004|06:45 pm] |
The Homosexuals playing With Suicide, I love you.
Finding the Armageddon LP on ebay, I love you.
Throwing an entire coffee table out my window, freaking out all the Polish gangsters as it crashed to the ground. I love you.
McDonalds food at 6 am, fast food nation lick my balls. I love you.
Working all weekend, I hate you.
Stupid promoters, I hate you.
I had a dream somebody cut my head off. Ive been drining a ton of nyquill, and it has been fucking me up in my sleep. Ive stretched out to about 4 hours a night this week.
At 7pm, Jayson will leave the apartment FINALLY, and go in search of cheese fries with hot sauce poured all over them. |
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| I remember every face of every man that put me here. |
[Jul. 13th, 2004|02:42 am] |
Fucking Christ.
My new roomate stays up and watches guy on guy porn, and its real fucking loud. He must be one horny fucker seeing that he is a pretty well liked boy about town type.
Guy on guy porn has a diffrent sound to the traditonal girl on guy, girl on girl, girl on guys, etc. Its weird.
I wrote this "story" about when I was a kid and my dad hit the Matza at Passover or whatever holiday that was, and he said "if you find that matza, Ill give you a hundred dollars." He was so fucking cocky and sure we would not find it, and I found it in like 2 minutes. In his fucking old ass cowboy boots he had since 1979.
He hid EVERYTING in those things. Anyway, he didnt pay me so I was pissed and had this dream that Moses beat the crap out of my dad because of it. Anyway, some sketch comedy cartoon is going to use the story, and they are going to draw a me as a cartoon.
I think thats funny. |
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| I can tell just by your lipstick |
[Jun. 21st, 2004|06:14 pm] |
my fondness and deep hatred at the same time for those 40+ guys that are still trying to look like Johnny Thunders circa 1984, with their tight ass old black clothes and their awful rock mullett that really needs some deep conditioner (sp?)and maybe some of that spray on hair really has always been something I try not to think about. I look away from them when I see them walking down the street, because lets face it, there is not that much cool about looking like something that was scraped from the anus of Ric Okasek, but I guess its better than nothing.
So, all this leads up to today, myself walking around, and this guy who fits the above description is sitting right around St. Marks place with a little table and 2 crates filled with records. He sits, and looks like he has a lack of giving a shit. Im sure back in the 80's this guy was the poon king of the lower east side, but he looked like he has a harder time paying rent hat I do. Maybe why he was selling some records?
He had good stuff. Lots of Humble Pie records. I like Humble Pie. He noticed me looking at them and he dropped a bit of info, that I dont remember word for word but I didnt pay total attenton because the one thing I hate is people talking when I look thru records. "I think it was like 75 when I saw them, and I got to hang out at their party at (someplace that isnt Max's Kansas City) and so and so (somebody mentioned once in Please Kill me) and I were so fucked up for like 3 days when we realized that we thought we were hanging out with the Faces, but it wasnt it was HUMBLE PIE. I threw up all over the singer". It was great.
So he had this great record called "the best of Buddah" which has all the best Bubblegum (not including The Archies but I have their 45s so whatever) and he gave it to me for 50 cents.
That was my day in a nutshell. |
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| i wanna die with you wendy.... |
[Jun. 14th, 2004|03:43 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Something. Im not sure. | ] |
I got ditched by Natty tonight outside the bar, so I had to go from Brooklyn into the city BACK to Brooklyn because one of Natty's friends freaked out.
Fed up with the cab drivers awful sense of direction I told him to "just let me off wherefuckinever" and walked soemthing like 2 miles to my place. Walking is not that hard but I drank a ton for free tonight, and made friends with a ton of Puerto Ricans due to my intake of booze.
Anyway....
Nice night.
Yeh, so The Spits are here soon. As are The Kids, and ummm Hasil Adkins and like a bunch more in the same week. Devo. Weirdos. etc.
Some movie on my tv has a girl riding on a motorcycle in a city that looks like Atlanta. She is riding behind the guy, and taking off his belt and now the button.
Filthy.
Eh. Okay. Video game time. |
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