My summer is officially my own again. We return to our regularly scheduled program of...hmm, I dunno what. Shows, bitching and moaning, occasional jewels thrown here and there. I'm actually smiling, but I'm totally still curmugeonly as ever. This August weather is killing me and I'm not looking forward to the brain roasting I'm going to get out and about at PS 1 today.
I've been preoccupied and broke so my concert going has been the bare minimum. Stuff I saw but never got around to mentioning: DJ Spooky/Sun Ra/MC5 @ Summerstage. I was only half paying attention since I was flyering but it was pretty interesting. The first chance I got to see what any of them sounded like, besides Spooky who I'd seen before on the Snocore '97(or '98) mega bill of Spooky/Black Eyed Peas (with original singer chick)/Everclear. Ah youth!; The Juan Maclean @ Tribeca Grand. My hatred of hotel bars still stand. If I'm paying around $9 for a fucking drink, it'd better be a big cup and/or some personalized shit from Milk & Honey. They were meh. I was transfixed by the theremin (I think that's what it's called) and liked the party because it was all that glitchy shit I listen to at home; Femm Nameless @ one of the Rubulaud parties. I've seen them playing Wes years ago and they're still awesome. There might be something else, but I can't even remember what I ate for dinner last night, so no hope for recalling a show I saw last month.
I ended up txting back and forth with The Brit Thursday night when I was afterpartying myself into Friday's hangover. I really haven't thought about the boy in months, but when I stumbled on the listing for the Roll Deep/Kano weekend special, I had to check in to see if he was coming down. I think it'd nice to catch up and all that. I'm not sure if I still feel the butterflies or whatever and I think the moment has passed really, but the connection of being our age in the same field and being the more "straight-laced" of our common circle is still there. I've actually kinda missed him.
Trendvickster and I did up Roll Deep last night in tandem. I'd like to take the time to send a big fuck you to the like 7-foot tall asshole who propped himself front row center as if (as if!) he'd have trouble seeing anywhere else he'd want to stand. Also to the fucks who didn't understand that if I am standing on the upstairs platform to get a better angle, being short and all, standing in front of me when you are taller isn't the way to go unless you love dirty looks and curses. None of you fuckwits are made of glass and I could give a shit about your collection of concert pics for your wack-ass blog/flickr page. Keep that in mind on your next concert excursion.
The first DJ sucked, but we knew that which is why we avoid his parties like the plague. Fizzie's brother is coming in to play at that dude's party and I hear that he's an awesome DJ, but seriously, I just can't bring myself to go because of the other dude and his all encompassing wackness. Next DJ up was decent, doing his turntabalist thing. I observed the strange phenomenon of loud cheers whenever some line containing that "n"-word in its permutations was isolated and pumped out. "Woo...it's that word we can't say even though there's only like 6 black people in the building, including the performers!" Interesting. And then the crew came on and did their thing. Seemed like there was a tiny bit of drama for a sec as dude who looked like was a raver that got thrown up on stage on the way to a party got called out for being a bit of a mic diva. Not as high-energy/gloss as the Dizzee show, but I'm just happy to see a grime event with people in it about now. I'd rather they not be statues, but that's what happens when the non-skills-having hipster/internerd massive shows up somewhere.
We ran into The Brit's brother and his girl, but not the boy. I was a little disappointed, but there's always tonight if I can get over another case of DJ hatred to go. He gave me a wink with a bit of a "oh hey, I know why you're here!" but I see them all the time at shows, so he wasn't really that surprised to see me in the house. We bitched about the statues in the house and agreed that it was pretty much par for the course.
It's interesting to hang back and watch him just network since he knows everyone and was chatting with Wiley and shit. I'm totally inept with things like that. Basically, the reason why I'll never be a real event planner type. I can strike up a random convo in a controlled environment, but the spontaneous thing just isn't me. It's not that I'm not social, just inexplicably shy. Yeah I dunno. One of those things. An end of the year resolution maybe?
Posted by Candicissima at August 13, 2005 12:07 PM