no alarms and no surprises, please
i just moderated 42 comments on my blog, and only one of them was from a real person.
im listening to a NPR podcast of Radiohead live at the santa barbara bowl. its good background music. ive never seen them. by listening to this, i dont think i could stand to it unless i was stoned, and then id probably be too tripped out, man.
i have been to a few concerts stoned in my life. the first was DANZIG and WHITE ZOMBIE in like 1991 or 1992 at the irvine meadows. it was halloween, and i LOVED white zombie. my friend erich told me that girls used to get raped in the parking lot after “devils plaything”. all i remember is erich’s friend chad sneaking in a pipe shaped like an elephant and us getting stoned and watching people twirl flaming flannels over their heads and leap over fires. footage from that concert is in danzig’s “mother” video.
i think a little bit after that, me erich and chad went to universal amphitheater to see HELMET, SEPULTURA and MINISTRY. we sat in the back row and smoked and watched al jourgenson roll across the stage on 12 foot skeletons of non-existant animals.
in 2001? i saw isis a couple times stoned.
the next concert i remember being stoned at was PORTUGAL. THE MAN. that was 2007. i sat on the bar and watched them and about 6 people asked me if i was ok. fuck yeah i was ok, i was watching an amazing band.
i dont write in my blog very much right now. frankly, i dont have much to say. my life consists of trying to make it better. that is, trying to “make it”. trying to provide. trying to not be angry. trying to live simply. trying to.. i dunno. fuck. this is my final bellyache with no alarms and no surprises…
