what's up with that?
hardly been home lately on account of being at jacky/brideojacky/bitchesojacky's.
was there for the plaid concert last tuesday nite, and the one nite visit flowed into a 3day stay. it was all good tho (for me at least), because i got to head downtown and pick up a uv/haze filter, remote cable, and that baaaadass macro lens for my e20 digiSLR. all i need now are the wide-angle and fish-eye lenses and it becomes the "uber-cam". it was a frikken tank already, but not quite "uber", if you catch my meaning.
we've been snapping away like mad lately. starting to collect content for the free stockphotothingieforwebdevfools initiative, so the macro lens and the future additions to the family will offer some flexibility as to the kinda stuff i'll be able to cap for the projekt. i must admit tho, i've been having waaay too much fun with that cam. time to actually get some work done, no?
eventually, i suppose...
in any case, the concert was kick ass. went with jacky and bride of jacky, it was nice of her to FINALLY join us in a musical outing.
met up with mr.poo and his wife the fly. been a while since i've seen em (jacky too methinks), so it was goot to chill all together-like once again
plaid, luke vibert, "and more".
the "and more" apparently being a couple of no name (sorry, don't remember them) noize heads, it wasn't all too exciting, but not too bad either.
good thing we made the stealthies. easy past the bouncer stealthies. confuse the shit out of everyone around you stealthies. hot damn i LOVE them stealthies.
luke vibert, who i'm convinced *JUST* heard of, and got himself a copy of acid was on his old.school.minimalistic/noize.techno kick. yea, it got quite a little more than just irritating at times. it "hurt where i think".
mind you, after hearing his new album a few months ago, i was far from surprised.
he just seems to LOVE the acid. hey, all his tshirts said so, and tshirts never lie.
even when they cost $30.
stupid luke vibert and his stupid powerbook conspiring together to overinflate the price of his tshirts. it had to be the powerbook.. it's just, he used to be so cool.
and now, he's tracking on a mac. what a fool/tool.
plaid kicked ass.
they played very little old(er) stuffs, and mostly stuck to the new album, which we still hadn't gotten used to. the "oldies" they did up, *were* goodies, so i was content. they had some crazy dude doing live visuals thru a projector. yea, that kid had some skills. i think that at one point we were shown a few months worth of cnn coverage at hyperspeed, over a few minutes.. it may sound kinda odd, but combined with the music, it was one of the most brilliant commentaries on the current state of america.
they ended the show and i yelled at them, (almost rudely) demanding an encore. they came back and complied. and how! i yelled a thank-you after they were done, but im sure they were too focused on getting to the groupies to hear.
it was ok. i wasn't hurt.. it wasn't like i formulated those two words through my vocal folds ESPECIALLY FOR THEM OR ANYTHING!!!!!!!
and so i let my gaze linger on the empty stage for a second longer. not in hope, but in a cloudy sadness. i let loose the water of my soul, and cried like a little nekkid baby.
the concert was truly over.
[to be concluded]
was there for the plaid concert last tuesday nite, and the one nite visit flowed into a 3day stay. it was all good tho (for me at least), because i got to head downtown and pick up a uv/haze filter, remote cable, and that baaaadass macro lens for my e20 digiSLR. all i need now are the wide-angle and fish-eye lenses and it becomes the "uber-cam". it was a frikken tank already, but not quite "uber", if you catch my meaning.
we've been snapping away like mad lately. starting to collect content for the free stockphotothingieforwebdevfools initiative, so the macro lens and the future additions to the family will offer some flexibility as to the kinda stuff i'll be able to cap for the projekt. i must admit tho, i've been having waaay too much fun with that cam. time to actually get some work done, no?
eventually, i suppose...
in any case, the concert was kick ass. went with jacky and bride of jacky, it was nice of her to FINALLY join us in a musical outing.
met up with mr.poo and his wife the fly. been a while since i've seen em (jacky too methinks), so it was goot to chill all together-like once again
plaid, luke vibert, "and more".
the "and more" apparently being a couple of no name (sorry, don't remember them) noize heads, it wasn't all too exciting, but not too bad either.
good thing we made the stealthies. easy past the bouncer stealthies. confuse the shit out of everyone around you stealthies. hot damn i LOVE them stealthies.
luke vibert, who i'm convinced *JUST* heard of, and got himself a copy of acid was on his old.school.minimalistic/noize.techno kick. yea, it got quite a little more than just irritating at times. it "hurt where i think".
mind you, after hearing his new album a few months ago, i was far from surprised.
he just seems to LOVE the acid. hey, all his tshirts said so, and tshirts never lie.
even when they cost $30.
stupid luke vibert and his stupid powerbook conspiring together to overinflate the price of his tshirts. it had to be the powerbook.. it's just, he used to be so cool.
and now, he's tracking on a mac. what a fool/tool.
plaid kicked ass.
they played very little old(er) stuffs, and mostly stuck to the new album, which we still hadn't gotten used to. the "oldies" they did up, *were* goodies, so i was content. they had some crazy dude doing live visuals thru a projector. yea, that kid had some skills. i think that at one point we were shown a few months worth of cnn coverage at hyperspeed, over a few minutes.. it may sound kinda odd, but combined with the music, it was one of the most brilliant commentaries on the current state of america.
they ended the show and i yelled at them, (almost rudely) demanding an encore. they came back and complied. and how! i yelled a thank-you after they were done, but im sure they were too focused on getting to the groupies to hear.
it was ok. i wasn't hurt.. it wasn't like i formulated those two words through my vocal folds ESPECIALLY FOR THEM OR ANYTHING!!!!!!!
and so i let my gaze linger on the empty stage for a second longer. not in hope, but in a cloudy sadness. i let loose the water of my soul, and cried like a little nekkid baby.
the concert was truly over.
[to be concluded]
not gonna really speak my mind on this one.
it would be waay too long, and i wouldn't really be saying anything, so why bother.
all im gonna say.. is there better be a .damned. good explanation.
they better have something up those nerdy sleeves of theirs.
and by something up their sleeves, i err mean boobies!
but seriously folks. that movie better have been THE most expensive joke/mind-game played on anyone, let alone the whole movie watching world.
i'm not referring to it as a joke to make is sound like complete shit or anything. it wasn't.
it was just the matter of how a room full of monkeys, all typing random crap on typewriters could have written revolutions more in sync with, and true to, the original spirit i felt reaching out through all the other movies.
and i wasn't the only one thinking that way.
i really need sleep, so i must be brief.
im just thinking that it would be quite badass if they released that movie, being the way it was, with mischievery (nope, it's not a real word, only as real as all the others) in mind ... just to totally fuck with our heads. as well as them being in a position (as far as the story goes) to actually make it work, they would totally make ANOTHER killing on the "true" finale.
yea, it would be cool (to exponent 'n')... but now that i've dreamt of it happening, it will likely never be.
perhaps i shall elaborate on this another time.. like when i'm not in a lucid dream and typing here at the same time.
remember.. babies come from lebanon!
love,
.
it would be waay too long, and i wouldn't really be saying anything, so why bother.
all im gonna say.. is there better be a .damned. good explanation.
they better have something up those nerdy sleeves of theirs.
and by something up their sleeves, i err mean boobies!
but seriously folks. that movie better have been THE most expensive joke/mind-game played on anyone, let alone the whole movie watching world.
i'm not referring to it as a joke to make is sound like complete shit or anything. it wasn't.
it was just the matter of how a room full of monkeys, all typing random crap on typewriters could have written revolutions more in sync with, and true to, the original spirit i felt reaching out through all the other movies.
and i wasn't the only one thinking that way.
i really need sleep, so i must be brief.
im just thinking that it would be quite badass if they released that movie, being the way it was, with mischievery (nope, it's not a real word, only as real as all the others) in mind ... just to totally fuck with our heads. as well as them being in a position (as far as the story goes) to actually make it work, they would totally make ANOTHER killing on the "true" finale.
yea, it would be cool (to exponent 'n')... but now that i've dreamt of it happening, it will likely never be.
perhaps i shall elaborate on this another time.. like when i'm not in a lucid dream and typing here at the same time.
remember.. babies come from lebanon!
love,
.