F@#$*

I just spent hours writing what i thought to be a masterpiece and when i clicked publish post i was sent to an error page. My work was lost. Fucking A. I don't believe in anything right now.

the pixies, like a fine wine; getting better with age

My life is a little more complete. I saw The Pixies live. I can die happier now.

I wanted to go to that show so bad that I went by myself. I had a blast too. This here blog has become a hot bed of sorts for concert reviews. Can't help myself I suppose. I must say that, having never even seen what The Pixies look like, I was quite taken aback by how fat Frank Black is. Anyhow, he's still got it. But you know who really still has it, that Joey Santiago, that's who. He was on point with those tasty riffs of his, so fresh and so clean. His lead guitar was flawless. The entire band sounded so good, as good as perfectly aged cheese tastes. With time a band either looses it or ripens into further greatness and The Pixies did the latter, unlike some bands I know(The Cure).

Which makes me wonder why they had a band like The Thrills opened for them. You know The Thrills, they're just like any of those other bands that start with THE. The Thrills, The Kills, The Stills, The Dills, etc...

The Dills isn't a real band but if it was, it would be better than The Thrills.

They're just like all those other bands out there right now, riding on the coat tails of this movement, where streams of bands made it out of the indie ghetto into the mainstream, because it's really hip to be indie right now. It's so goddamn hip. So in turn, a lot of these talentless bands manage to squeak by, fooling the masses into thinking that they might be good only because they have a THE in front of their name and they look like Urban Outfitters vomited on them. Not like it's a real challenge to fool the masses. How else would one explain the pop music of today? I will admit though, I was fooled. When I saw that they were opening up for the Pixies it sparked an interest in me. But then I saw them perform.

So they had the look that the quintessential "indie" band would have.

OK, here's the starter kit for the generic "indie" band member. Follow this guideline and you will head straight to the 10 spot on TRL:

1. 1 long shaggy hair cut/mullet
2. 1 pair of bell bottom jeans that are too tight
3. 1 suit blazer
4. 1 pair of black pointy toed boots
5. little to no talent

If fulfilling that guideline were a quiz, The Thrills would pass with flying colors. 1 thru 5, check. The lead singer couldn't sing to boot and their songs didn't make sense. The title never went with the song and lyrics had no meaning. I mean, it's cool to have fun with it, but music should have at least an smidge of substance. With songs like, "Whatever happened to Corey Haim", I noted that they took having fun with it to new levels. I can just imagine how they came up with the concept of the song in the first place. They were probably having a slumber party and watching "License to Drive", eating tubs of Ben and Jerry's while one was frosting another's hair. The dialog between them may have gone something like this...

Generic indie band member 1: "SO whatever happened to Corey Haim anyway?"
Generic indie band member 2: "I think he's in rehab."
Generic indie band member 3: "Oh my God! We should do a song about Corey Haim!"
All generic indie band members(in unison): "Yeah!"

Just a few more things about The Thrills and I will be done with flinging poo at them. Watching their set was like watching paint dry. For most of their performance, I zoned out and contemplated the meaning of life. As I drifted in and out of consciousness I caught the lead singer rambling on about the next song they were going to do. He described it as "throwing a little Duran Duran, Belle and Sebastian and some cucumbers in a blender". This statement made me raise an eyebrow, because not only was what he said queer as hell, but it was a cheap attempt at enticing an audience by throwing a couple of buzzwords like "Belle and Sebastian" or "Duran Duran" out there. "Oooh Belle and Sebastian, they're hot right now I hear. Ooh Duran Duran, that's retro. Retro's so hot right now. This next song must be good", the lay person would say. By insinuating that their sound was comparable to Belle and Sebastian and Duran Duran, The Thrills had just tried to be cool by association. That's lame. And on top of that the song sounded nothing like either of those bands.

The band that opened up for The Thrills, was better than The Thrills. I've said it all. The Pixies Rule.

gaining from the misery of others

I saw my ex-boyfriend at a bar, being one of my all time favorite bars, which pisses me off because he dares to invade my territory. I can't have anything.

He's totally fat now. That makes me happy. Is that evil?

I don't know, there's something delectably delightful about seeing rude people that you don't like get fat. It has to humble them. If it doesn't, I'll be damned.

There was this girl from my high school who was really conceited and completely concerned with appearances. A real biatch in other words. She was a player hater too; if there was any other girl around that was good looking and well dressed she would giver her dirty looks. My friend told me she saw her at the Costco recently and now she's a total pig. When my friend told me that, any frown I had on my face was turned upside down; that was news to me! Now she has a fat ass to match her fat head.

I said it once and I'll say it again. If I believed in it, I could safely say that I'm going to hell for sure.

mice scare me

We all experience moments were we get lost in what we're doing, immersed deep inside our bubbles perse. For instance, do you ever find yourself so lost in thought while driving that after time (t) passes you stop and realize, "where the fuck am I?" You don't even realize where you are on the freeway. Sometimes we miss the exit, but for the most part we robotically know when to get over. Today I changed into the fast lane without even knowing I did it. All I remember was being in the second to the fastest lane and then suddenly I was in the fast lane. Pretty scary eh?

A few songs come to mind in these situations.

One by Atmosphere, quotes, "I'm surprised more of you don't get hit by cars, missing your surroundings, staring at the stars..."

Another would be by a totally radical band by the name of The Talking Heads, which I don't know the exact words to, so I won't bother erroneously quoting it. But it entails the guy asking himself, this is not his beautiful wife, nor is it his beautiful house, so how did he get there??

We can't be too sure how we do "get there" sometimes, but that time in between getting there is either spent blissfully and conveniently uninterrupted OR it can be doused with an bucket of ice cold reality. Which happens. The driving analogy has been working for me so I'm going with it. You fall asleep driving and you either miraculously wake up unscathed or meet face first with the center divider. Death to you.

That would be the extreme case. I found myself to the far left of extreme recently, but it was still mildly traumatic. I was walking to my car after the gym last week and I had drifted off into la la land per usual. I wasn't really looking at anything around me; I was that deep in thought. Then I noticed out of my peripheral vision that something had sprung out of the bushes and was headed right for me. It was a mouse. The mouse came at me like a bat out of hell and collided with my foot. I had no time to react. At the sight of a mouse, I am the type that will screech like a banshee. Thus, I nearly shit myself a kitten. Plus I screamed. The people walking behind me giggled with glee of course. I guess it was a funny sight, I'll give them that. But they didn't have to be cute and tell me that "it was just a mouse". Clearly it was just a mouse. Douchebag observations not needed. The fact that it was a mouse in addition to the fact that it had invaded my disconnected state of mind by attacking my puma would throw anybody for a loop. I know the mouse was probably twice as scared and yada yada yada, but I don't care, it was still scary. Those little critters freak me out. I'm not afraid to admit it.

The Cure: great band, just not live

Oof. Long time no write. I'm sure a lot more has happened than what I actually remember. One of my memorable pre-Fall 2004 school year memories was going to the curiosa festival for free. My friend got hooked up, hence I got hooked up, with some free passes. The show consisted of The Cure, Interpol, The Rapture, Mogwai and I don't remember who else. All I know is that I wanted to see everyone BUT the Cure and all I ended seeing was the Cure. You see, when you get stuff for free you don't really appreciate it as much as if you had spent your hard earned dollars on it. Clearly that was an obvious statement, but hey, stating the obvious is one of my fortes. So we ended up getting there so late that the only band left was the Cure.

Robert Smith is one bloated, decrepit and still very tortured soul. I mean who the hell could write THAT MANY love songs? Anyhow, long story short, the Cure blows live. I hate to say it because I love their music. I'm not one of their die-hard fans, whom are pretty particular fans might I say. This girl scared the crap out of me and my chum. One band member merely began to pluck the strings of his guitar, and she immediately let out a blood curdling scream. I swore to god that I was only the Ed Sullivan show the day the Beatles performed, she was that hysterical. It wasn't even apparent what song had just begun and it surely wasn't one of their singles. Maybe she just got caught up in the moment.

The performance was a disappointment, but I knew what to expect because I had seen their last train wreck of a performance at Coachella. Why did I go to see them again? Because it was free. At least this time, Robert Smith didn't get the lyrics messed up, which he did at Coachella. That's unacceptable. That's what band rehearsal's for. That's also what years and years of coke will do to you. The worst part of all was that the band didn't really play "the hits". The reason you go see a band like the Cure is for the nostalgia. And you shell out $50 (or $0 if you're lucky) and then you get to hear all these obscure new songs you don't really want to hear. I wish bands wouldn't be so snooty and just play the hits. Play the hits. That's what we paid for. Play the hits. The Cure's set list should basically be the same as their Greatest Hits album. Verbatim. Maybe with their "new single" and a couple other songs sprinkled in here and there, but otherwise...greatest hits. Give the people what they want I say. I don't think that's too much to ask. These old washed out bands think their so high and mighty sometimes. I'm so glad I didn't pay.

karma (x 5) chameleon

I recently stole a book about karma. Does that mean I will have bad karma, even if I follow all instructions on how to achieve better karma as indicated by the book? I pretty much stole it just because I thought that would be ironic. I usually don't steal...honest.