Sorry. Busy and stuff. But, keep watch: I've got Tortured Soul, the grime Heat party, and odds and ends for you like tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Battles' "B + T" holds the spot as my absolute favorite song of May to date.
ETA: Well that tomorrow ended up being a few days, but it's all good.
Thursday was the light at the end of the tunnel of the longest week ever. I was tired from going out Wednesday -- a waste of a trip if any -- and definitely in a mood by the time I forced myself out into the world again after work. I got to SOB's just before Tortured Soul went on. I realized there that it's one of those venues I always mean to go to but never follow through. I've been there only once or twice I believe -- a Slick Rick show in like '98 and this party two years ago. The one thing I did remember was the gouging you get buying drinks in that joint. Brand X rum and cranberry is like $8.50. A) WTF? B) How annoying and arbitrary to charge non-whole numbers! So, I was already in a mood going into the show.
I smooshed myself into the front area and was so thrilled getting beaten with a drunkie's bag from behind and my feet stepped on from the front by a guy doing the Elaine dance. I watched with amusement as this guy with a trucker hat and a bandanna got his Timberfake '01 on. The band was tight but all I could think about was how the venue sucked. It was like Sapph doubled in size with the stupid pillars intact. I just wasn't feeling it and left before the end of the set.
I leisurely strolled across town to Sapph and made myself comfortable in my corner. I got to raid a free pile of mags (Complex! Love love love!) and get my T's whim mystery drink while surveying. There was a bachelorette party in the house and I snickered as the bride-to-be had to order stupid things like a slow blowjob. For the record, if I ever get married and have to do that crap, do not take me somewhere lame like Jackrabbit Slims or Nerveana or trash like that. First of all, I'll walk out. And secondly, that couldn't be farther from what I'd like to do. Four words: Male strippers and Vegas. Well I dunno if I'd like to do that either but it's at least fun to imagine.
Anyways, I got into the briefest of convos with Mr. Man. We're friends of friends and at least familiar looking to each other after almost two years. He's on the wagon and sticking to water nowadays. Admirable in his scene for sure. He recommended highly that April Complex and was off. As was I soon to Aaron The Outer's party where I stood in the corner and drank water for a few mins before making my way home.
Friday night, I was in bed at 10:30 and woke up the next day at 8:30. I was beat and the Bermuda Triangle effect of the apartment was in full effect Saturday afternoon. I meant to run errands and go to a really cool event, but instead I napped, cleaned my room, and chilled until the evening.
The rag tag bunch of me, Trendvickster, Farmer, and C with The Brit and his brother coming along later went to Crash Mansion and one of the worst promoted parties I've ever. The Director and friends were supposed to come along also, but they got sidetracked. It would've been worlds colliding event, even more stranger than it was already. Back in Miami, the Vice Records guy made a big deal at the panel of how they target a certain crowd and they expect to "break" grime that way. Let me tell you that they're fucking up big time. The DJs were mixing crunk and reggaeton with the grime, 2step, and garage and I thought to myself that it all went together pretty well. People who go to hip hop parties could get down to that, but they never will if they don't know about it. There was live rhyming and DJ Cameo was laying it down crazy. C and I were going nuts but the rest of the crowd might as well have been statues. Seriously, what's the point of going to high energy events and standing around like you're watching a golf game? Hipster fucks ruin everything. It definitely also sucked for the performers because there's no fun in flying overseas to perform in a half-empty party as lively as a tomb. Grr...angry angry angry.
I tagged with C and The Brits to the afterhours party. The kid frustrates me. We've basically hit a wall. Oh we like each other a lot and that's great, but nothing is ever going to happen there. He's in sowing the wild oats mode after being on lockdown for nearly six years and I'm finally out of the wild stage and just want to settle down with someone and watch tv. And at the same time, he's ultra serious about his job and working his way up the ladder and I can't run away from mine fast enough. In most other situations, I'd keep at it to see what happens but I'm trying to learn from mistakes and dead shit when it's just not working. And I've tried and tried on this one but it's DOA. Ah well. Relax, relate, release, etc.
Posted by Candicissima at May 16, 2005 10:59 PM