raybear | I think you should post about my butt.

So the concert was sort of...a bust. Well, not totally. Though the venture ended up being slightly more expensive which was annoying, and I should have realized it's pretty impossible to try and "meet up" with a near stranger at a crowded concert. I probably couldn't have found a good friend, much less some dude I don't know. And the crowd was....ugh. I don't like to default to using catchy derisive lingo but the word "backpackers" just kept playing through my mind. I think what also frightened me is that I blended right in with them -- my grey work pants, fake adidas and grey hooded sweatshirt. At least I wasn't wearing a wool cap, I suppose. But the difference is, Daddy's money didn't buy my non-Fubu shirt or non-Adidas shoes. Where this crowd was very....scene-y. As in, scene-ster. And I'm just not cool enough for that. I mean, sure when I got dressed this morning, I knew what I looked like. But it was just a performance, no different than when I put on my catholic school boy shirt/tie/sweater vest, or my summer fag button-up shirt and khakis ensemble. I don't know.

Plus, I'm just not necessarily interested in live music. I'm a studio geek. I want to be a producer and composer and I don't necessarily need to be in the clubs where my stuff is being played. I guess it was a learning experience from that perspective, and I did enjoy watching this one guy, DJ Kamikaze. He made me want to come home and practice. Except my tables are too crappy to do what he was doing. Though I'm thinking if I had 3 or 4 more pieces of wax paper under some new slipmats, I might be able to trick them up into something workable.

I decided to leave the show early, because even though I was bitter about dropping 12 bucks for something I wasn't particularly into, staying another 2 hours wouldn't make that 12 dollars magically appear in my pocket. So I just wrote the night off and came home and read my Alice Coltrane interview in The Wire I had been saving up.

Wow. Wow. My ass was schooled hardcore by that article, and I"m one of the cult followers of Alice they referenced in the article. I also realized I was a moron for passing up an album I saw at Reckless on Tuesday night because it's fairly rare, so tomorrow I'm going to go back and find it (hopefully). Fck my lack of money. I'll skip several meals for this piece of vinyl. Besides, that's what Discover cards are for.

[I originally didn't want to post out of lazyness, but a certain person told me I should post anyway and talk about my desire to sink my teeth into her ass. I thought about posting a long philosophical post about her buttery backside just to spite and embarass her, but...I think this is enough for now