Sonny found two gumball machines in the trash recently and gave them to me, giving me a very big smile and an obsession with trying to figure out what to fill them with. They're bad ass. They even came with keys! Scott helped me clean them out cos he is a cool dude who owns the best velvet painting ever painted that I'm really hoping he posts a picture of inside of this post. That's another story though...
So I need your help.
What do I fill the gumball machines with?
They are candy machines and the dispensing holes aren't big enough for capsules, so whatever I fill it with must be 1) no bigger than banana runts 2) something that won't jam up the hole 3) preferably something worth equal to or less than 25 cents...
Sofar the ideas are:
- handfull of tiny pigs
- handfull of babies
- macaroni
- rice
- small bits of broken vinyl records
Also, if anyone knows where I can bulk order stupid small things, pleae link me...
I guess it sort of kicked off thursday night, when my friend Erika came over with her friend Ashley, ostensibly to watch this documentary about the making of Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the original), but instead Sonny, them and me ended up shooting off fireworks in the Dirtfarm, blowing shit up, drinking rum and whiskey, going to a playground and generally just shooting the shit.
The next day I got a lot of stuff done at work, suprisingly, then headed out to go pick up Kara for our trip to NYC! We ended up making at about 2am, after an extended side-trip to try and find food that ended with some really nasty burritos. We pondered on why they always make it seem like the food is RIGHT OFF the interstate, when in reality it is like 373673673 miles away from the exit ramp. We listened to the Rolling Stones, Pulp, Avail, and Jawbreaker. We rocked out to Dixie repeatedly even though we were driving away from the South. We again got a spot right next to Evan's apartment.
The next day we rose and ate at this little resteraunt right next to Evan & Michele's apartment. He didn't eat with us since he is now vegan!! But we met up with him after and walked to the post office with him and then we took the subway. Me and Evan talked constantly about boring music stuff and a guy sat between us and Kara because it seemed like she wasn't even with us, we were so absorbed in our conversation - sorry, Kara.
We split up, since Evan was meeting Dima and Grillo at ABCNORIO and me and Kara were gonna catch Tragedy at the Knitting Factory. After getting FRISKED (Nyc is crazy!), we got into the show and were on the super guest list jawns, thanks to Evan. We palled around with Patrick, this bartender who Kara thought was super-hot and joked with him about how there was a Salsa band playing after Tragedy, and Kara's ideas about beer-flavored bubble gum.
Tragedy was GREAT. I was very happy to see them play, and they played a lot of my favorites. I wasn't having the best time from the mid-back side so I went right up front. At first, I was worried that I would get pulverised by the moshing kids, but I realized that most of them only weighed like 80 pounds so I could just stand there and let them run into my while I watched. It was a really fun time.
After, we met up with Michele and watched some of Challenger (who were playing upstairs), but Kara and I decided to just get more beer and talk to the bartender more. Eventually, Evan and Dima got done with the Yaphet Kotto show and showed up. We all filtered out and made our way to a Sushi resteraunt. Good eats. I made fun of Dima, he made fun of me. We met up with Kiche and Craig, then Nathan and Heather. We went to Odessa, then this other semi-busted bar. We also had coffee. Heather and Nathan gave us a ride back to Evan's, we saw the Queen Mary 2. We slept like logs.
Sunday, we got up and all ate together at a Vegan-friendly place. Michele left us Jelly Belly's for the road, that sweetheart. We bid adieu to Evan and hit the road. Kara and I got to Philly about 2-3 hours before the Tragedy/Yaphet Kotto/Mannequin/Stop It!! show. We wandered, her looking for beer, me looking for a bathroom to use. Finally, we each found what we needed, then we decided to while the time away until my friends Erika, Ashley, Gary and Brandon showed up. Medusa Bar, a really odd bar that was totally empty fit the bill. We sat and watched Taxi Driver and chatted some with the bartender Mike. Finally, the kids showed (I had their tickets). We pretty much skipped stop it!!, but I saw the rest of the bands. Mannequin is totally different now, sorta grunge, but good. Yaphet Kotto was very good, as usual. Totally pummelling, but their vocal were up too loud, I think. Tragedy was EVEN BETTER than the day before. The crowd was wild, but not dangerous, the sound was really good, they played all the songs they didn't play the day before, they were just very good over all and enjoyable and the vibe of the room was really, really nice overall.
All in all, a great weekend. Hopefully next time I'm in NYC, I can see a few more of ya! But I think I may chill on the road trips for a bit. Next weekend I would like to just vegetate.
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Venue Name: the dirtfarm
Show Date: Jul 4, 2004
Bands: dirtfarm annual july 4th bbq with: flowers in the attic, the faeries, tba
Show Cost: $5 - includes MOON BOUNCE
Time of Show: 3:00
Misc Info: day show, there will be kegs & moon bounce. more info on mccarthyism.org, bring stuff to grill/beverages. no underage drinking, sorry.
Also, if any Dirtfarmers have a problem with me having this party - consider this the time to tell me that YOU HATE FREEDOM.
Everyone else, contribute some ideas you heard me!!
She would have gotten up yesterday and gone to the March for Choice, for one. Which I am pretty sure she did, along with a couple hundred thousand other people. Among them: Me, Dianne, Bob, Rachel, and a ton of my Ms. boards friends, including this girl who turned out to be from Houma and went to LSMSA. Andy came up from New Orleans. Dianne picked fights with anti-choice hecklers. At one point, a bunch of women next to us were chanting "Keep your anti's/out of my panties." Poor Andy misheard at first, and his feelings were hurt.
As for Ms. Jett, Cory and I went to see her last night at the 9:30 club. She understands that rock-n-roll is still fundamentally about ass. And she covered a Replacements song.
One of the opening acts was The Casual Dots, a local band who I intend to go see again.
My name is Cecil Seaside. You don't know me very well. Yet we have been hanging out together for a while now. I've imagined that at one time or another, many members have said about me, "hey, who is that guy?" October 6th, 2003 was my first post. I was given a head without asking for one. I think Ben just drew it because he wanted to, and then decided it should function, rather than sit there in his sketchbook as if he had a crush on me. I kinda feel like one of those people--like an actor or a politician--who is given an "honorary degree" from Harvard or something just because... I don't even know.
Here's a true story: When I was in NYC in November, I met a girl from DC at the Beauty Bar. I told her I had recently met some kids from DC and apparently they hang out at a place called "The Dirt Farm". I asked her if she had heard of it. She said, No. I imagined it was some sort of band venue/flop house/food for the homeless distribution center/screen printing studio/beer bar/pizza kitchen. I forget when I figured out I was wrong.
Killoggs is weird. Half the time I don't know what is "real" and what is staged or sarcastic; and that's amusing, but being an outsider, it makes me tend to not believe that anything I read here is sincere, at first. It feels like I am at a party where I don't know anyone except the person who invited me. I stick around listening to in-jokes and "remember the time..." stories; I give an uncomfortable "heh" once in a while. I'm the one in the corner, showing way too much interest in the bookshelf, standing there, drink in hand and my head tilted sideways. I walk over to a conversation and listen, I hear an opportunity to tell a pun, get a laugh or two (and a scowl from Kara), and then I slink away to stare at the bad art hanging in the hallway. I've figured out some of the standard Killoggs joke replies. One is just to say something vulgar and/or nonsense in ALLCAPS. The most popular quip seems to be: "Why do you hate______?" Who started that one anyway? By the way, does Kara hate me? I think one of my very first replys to a post was a "what's in, what's out" sort of post that Kara made, and I said something that I thought was a compliment but she just shot me down as if I just called her a skanky ho-bag, but I was actually almost flirting. Boy did I eat shit on that one. And pretty much every comment she's made toward me has been dismissive. I've had a masochistic crush on her since that first insult. And then there's Brandon... I still can't figure him out. I definitely admire his effort toward what seems like pure absurdity; and I'm not being sarcastic about that; it's a worthy goal; and I'm not being sarcastic about not being sarcastic. (okay, that was kinda sarcastic) Basically, this is how I see Killoggs: Josh is the dad, Ben is the mom, Brandon and Kara are their children and everyone else is extended family, and this family is bent on taking over the world with their tyrannical brand of "freedom". Maybe some of you deserve to be siblings too, I don't know.
Anyway, I kinda lost my train of thought and I don't know why I wanted to make this post in the first place. But I do have an idea; a fantasy. I think Killoggs should get a tour bus and drive around the country, or even drive to Alaska or South America, maybe it could be a Mardi Gras to Carnival trip where you drive from New Orleans and take a year to end up in Rio de Janero, and you explode the bus in Rio. Everyone could quit thier jobs, all the members would live on the bus and post about the trip and it would be sort of like the Killoggs version of "Road Rules" but... without rules, I guess. No, more like a publicity tour. You could stop at internet cafes and give out autographed headshots. Head-shots; 8 x 10 photos of the drawings. Maybe there are too many members for one bus though so there could be two and they could race. And maybe you could get Pepsi to sponsor it because the colors kinda match Killoggs anyway.
Um, and on that note, I just gotta say, I think the torn paper with the blue background design is kinda... tired. Am I the only one?
These last few days have been pretty goddamn amazing... Musically speaking, if nothing else. Three years ago I would have killed to be able to see a show like tonight's ONCE a month... Much less seeing three amazing shows three nights in a row.
Tonight I went to the Black Cat and saw Yaphet Kotto & Mannequin. Yaphet Kotto... such a great band. It really amazes me that they are still together, still playing, and just getting better after all this time. They are definitely one of the most impressive hardcore bands going right now, and their music is a head above the average "hardcore" band of the 00s.
Mannequin... I think is going to turn some heads. Their music is steadily moving away from their "roots", becoming more rock and less punk... It's not Pg 99 at all. Some people are going to be disappointed, but I think it's pretty good. I think Ben would dig them, too.
Anyway, time to do some mail order and work out and shower then go to bed...
