Hello, internet world. I know damned well y'all don't know about this. Think of this as a tide over gift while I'm off scurrying about instead of posting. More to come later.
Chateau Flight, "Down At The Rotisserie (Tchok Remix)"
Later is now...
The weekend was such that if I was in the mood for dancing, I would've been a tired ass. But I wasn't, so I didn't yet I still had a good time. I took the route I'm getting very used to nowadays, the B41 to the B61, to Williamsburg. I think I'm definitely thawing on the hood in my "summer take 2, it's all good" mode. This weekend was the inaugural arts fest. I missed the daytime portion and arrived to see a few of the nighttime performers, including friend and DJ extraordinaire Aaron who practically beat me to death saying hello with one of his big paws. We're little in size (but not personality), especially since we haven't been feeling the stils this summer and have been rocking the ultra-flat Tigers.
We really enjoyed the fest and haven't been to Galapagos probably since Mac, Hani, and I had that rain-drenched excursion to Williamsburg a million years ago. Seeing Outernational and Dub Trio reminds me that I'm a terrible friend to Alex and I've owed him a mix CD for months and haven't spoken to him much all summer. Those groups and his band would be a really inspired bill! Someone who does that sort of stuff should get on that. My concert planning days are behind me for the moment.
Today was going to Soda for a psuedodate. I've been realizing I go there a lot more than I let on. Only because when I meet up with someone, I use it as an excuse to go there. I love that place...but currently not that excited that the last 2 times I've been there, the cider has been out. I was reminded that one of those non-preference lies I tell myself involves tall guys. It used to be less jarring when I was breaking out the higher shoes, but it does bug me when they're some 6'something giant dwarfing me. Only enough to weakly protest though, just like with the older thing. I've decided to stop second guessing myself. If I always end up with it, it's worthless to pretend I don't really like it. We had a bit of an irritating episode with The Director last night. I am him and he is me. We like to pop into people's lives, dangle a carrot, and then go back to being elusive and incommunicado. We can be those assholes they write those "he/she's just not into you" books about. Oh, we're into you, just sometimes preoccupied or not into you enough to put you above priority 4/5 for the time being or just not trying to put ourselves out on that limb unless we're sure. Such is life in the big city. High strung obsessives are so not where it's at.
Before and after that, I was on a downloading frenzy. Hi, I was the only one in the universe who did not know until the other day that Liquid Liquid "Cavern" was the base track for both "White Lines" and "Phenomenon." Ironically, I've seen the dude from the group performing and spinning and whatever all the time since he's like ubiquitous and I wondered what his group was about but was never musically curious enough to find out. Well...now I know!
We are now rocking LCD Soundsystem approximately 10 years after everyone else and we don't actually care because we get to things in our own time. We're also very happy to have bought tickets to the DFA CMJ Showcase and Four Tet/Jamie Lidell today. Those shows should be the shit and we will be very excited to be there and dance and stuff. There is also another Jamie Lidell show, but we were unsure. At one point we had $70something worth of concert tickets in our Ticketweb cart, which is totally unacceptable. The one question weighing on our brain is: when are the fucking Doves @ Warsaw tickets going on sale already?! Sheesh.
Posted by Candicissima at August 21, 2005 02:28 PM