Science!

So I am still in a band and we are still practicing music. Apparently Dear Friend(s?) might play the Root Cellar in April, so we're tentatively shooting for that as our first show. Eli was in a shitty mood and was sick yesterday, so we didn't really broach the subject.

The music: I'm not honestly sure how good it is. I don't think we've come into our own yet, plus I haven't written shit for lyrics, but yeah. I dream of making crucial jams and I'm not quite sure if these are crucial jams. I hope they're crucial jams. :(

Anyway, I did pull an all-nighter to do that paper. I did pretty well yesterday considering, but I slept like a rock last night. I used to write like ten-pagers all the time for US History, but I suppose that when they're on more complex/thought-provoking subjects, they take longer, like waaaay longer.

Yesterday and today I've been listening to a lot of Tunes for Bears to Dance To. They were a screamo band from Florida whose members went on to form or play in the fantastic bands Capsule, Torche, and Tyranny of Shaw. I prefer them to any of those bands, or most bands in general. Take the musicianship of a band like A Case of Grenada, combine that with rawer production and some degree of silliness, and make it a lot better, and you've got these dudes. Yeah, nobody reads this anyway, but here it is.

DOWNLOAD TUNES FOR BEARS TO DANCE TO

WAT

So I'm here at New Henderson trying to start an essay (which, I hope, is the hardest part of this thing). I already know what I want to say (kind of), which is good, because it's past 10 and the thing's due tomorrow. Probably gonna be a late night, this has to be 6-8 pages. Probably 6.

Anyway, I'm writing this to try to clear my mind so I can get down to business. I need something catchy to kick off an essay about human freedom, man's social nature, and the relationship between the two.

So this weekend I went to New York (with Quinn) and saw Black Dice for the third time (with Quinn and Jarred). They played like 7 songs I'd never heard before, which I can only assume to be off REPO, "Glazin,'" which is off REPO, and one I recognized from Load Blown. The new jams were very solid, so I can only assume that their studio counterparts will be similarly good. I always like to hear a band that's good at what they do. Blank Dogs opened and played some okay rock stuff that was really Brooklyn and not hugely interesting, but at least didn't sound bad. Whatever.

If I ran this town, I would start this paper with "The relationship between man’s perception of his own freedom and his social nature is something complex that I won’t get into."

Unfortunately, I don't.

Photo Booth Life (Part 1)

Unplugged!

So posts on this are going to be intermittent for a while because I have finally laid my old computer, which looks like what you see above, to rest. I got it at the beginning of junior year and after about two and a half years of hard use, I am declaring it finished.

Shit rules.

I think about a year ago the hinge started to break, then I dropped it off my bed and it wouldn't shut, so that put me like $175 deep in repairs. Then the keys started sticking and the clicker didn't always work. Still we soldiered on! Then around November 2008, the thing started running very, very slowly, at which time I had 2% of my hard drive space available, which I think may have caused it. I continued to use it, convinced that it would still last me through this semester, but NOPE. The battery has ceased to function and it will instantly shut off if unplugged, which is often because the plug design on this thing always was piss-poor.

Hopefully GETNAMAC.

THE WARRIORS

So a pretty disappointing Thursday night turned into a pretty fucking awesome Thursday night because I watched The Warriors with Ben and Quinn. I am a huge softie for these "Dirty New York" movies, partly because I've listened to Combat Rock so many times, so I probably already loved this movie without even watching it.

Honestly, the plot of the movie was also ridiculously awesome. An eight-member gang is framed for the murder of an important guy who says "CAN YOU DIG IT?!?!?!" a lot, so they have to get back to Coney Island from the Bronx with every gang in New York looking to git 'em. A lot of shit goes down that night.

What really blew me away was how often this movie tried to sabotage itself with gimmicky shit and piss-poor acting, but still ended up ruling. The movie made time move forward with this shit where the live action would turn into a comic book so they could switch scenes, and a female DJ sort of became the narrator, which The Warriors didn't really need at all. The movie's "antagonist" was a whiny little bitch who reminded me of Scorpio from Dirty Harry only not as menacing, and ended up getting fucked up by Swan real fast. Oh, the guy who played Swan actually did rule pretty hard. The "romance" between Swan and some woman was pretty weird, and the conflict within the Warriors between Swan and Ajax was hardly developed at all before Ajax got arrested (WHOA SPOILER) and the guy disappeared from the movie. THIS WAS AWESOME