What a lovely song...
Can anybody tell me why this weekend was sooo fucking cool? Oh wait I can. Playing a fucking rave was awesome. Losing my phone was awesome; for the ten hours that I was asleep under a whole can of Pringles (my favorite flavor and also why is it a can and not bottle of Pringles?). Gettin' mine on Saturday night was great too! Oh and being randomly invited to play a smaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllll dance party-room was amazing! Especially all the thugs that were singing to my mash-ups. Warren got his too! Then of course Sunday was the shit because Gram and I brought beer to kickball and I got to wrestle some of the rivals to get my player's run fair and not base-tag out. After kickball Nelle and I hung out and then I fell asleep for an hour or two, because I was smashed, and woke up to Chris, Mike and some girl talking so we all proceed to get housed. Good stuff! Then today came...
Yeah. It was just a big day of hurt and regret. Blah! There is more good news though.
1. Tiffany and I have a big hang out date in the future.
2. I got invited to play another house party. This one is for Amber and Jeanna. Good drinkin' buddies. Friday, I think at Wentworth, we'll see/I'll keep everyone updated.
I don't know if it's at Wentworth because they got a ticket for the last time Lindsey and I D.J'd there.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Feared & Cherished
Here's the best mash-up you'll ever hear:
And incase you don't know...
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Oh. How I love this girl. She has better dreams than me. I'll post another one of hers that she told me in a later post but here's the cute one she had the other night.
i had another dream with you.
we were driving our toy cars to the beach.
they were very small and made out of plastic, with elementary colors.
our cars broke into a lot of pieces on the road as we were approaching a new freeway that had just been built.
it was kind of like i-26.
so we go "oh shit..they built a freeway" and knew that that meant pretty soon cars were going to start zooming by.
so we started frantically picking up the pieces of our cars that were strewn all over the road, to avoid getting run over. plastic toy car parts all over the road.
oh yeah, also, this was the night that my dad made me take ambien so i could get back on a normal sleeping schedule.
i hate ambien. i lied in my bed trying to sleep but being scared (and ambien tripping)and for a second wished you were there so i would be less scared.
ghosts and other evil things fear those of mexican descent.
I hope to see all of you this Friday. It's going to be a blast. I at least have a 4hr Mix going. So we should be partying for a little bit.
MUCH LOVE!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Weirrrrrrrrrrrrrrd Beatrice.
...Start here; with some youtune:
I think from Thursday-up; until today, it was very productive. But one thing was a bit strange. Dreams are intertwined again and I don't know if anyone reading this will be able to comprehend or keep up with how weird this connects with reality so I think I will just tell you as best as I can.
First: Thursday night, after practice and re-re-starting Final Fantasy VII; thee best game for Playstation or probably one of the best stories ever told (aside from the bible; specifically Genesis though), I was going to sleep but couldn't stop thinking about how excited I was for our first show! However the dream I had that night was a bit odd. It involved Matt and I practicing in a loft in New York on the east side of Manhat. Our friend Christine came over and we were all having fun and she liked out stuff a lot. (note this for further) After a while she picked up a guitar and a drum stick; I think she might have also played some keyboards somewhere in non-guitar parts, and played really good music. Matt then said some things but I was in another room and she ran out looking embarassed. I can't go into detail but a year or two ago Matt had actually confessed to her that he liked her but she has never actually been that way towards him. The dream ends with all of us akwardly talking one small conversation at a time.
First Pt.2: The next day is the whole shbang and we're all having a good time. First to play is Castles Underground and it was fun. I told Janie; Matt's girlfriend for a while now, that she should play on the porch in the backyard and she does. I knew that she played guitar but then she brought out a white tom-drum! The snare Christine was playing was white! It freaked me out and I have yet to tell Matt about this dream but I doubt it would mean anything to him, especially since he told Christine that like a while ago. I would post the video I have of Janie playing but you can just go to my youtube account (NeonKissss) and look it up for yourself. To creepy for me right now.
Second: After staying up until 6:00 A.M. On Friday I finally went to sleep and had a sad and some what "Disney-like" dream. It started off as a wolf talking to a camera and telling this story. It flash backed to downtown Charleston, right around colonial lake; Broad St. & Rutledge Ave., and a mother letting her child go at a young age. We'll say around 11 or 12. The child was kidnapped within four years of wondering around in the nice-part of Charleston. Odd already? The old woman who kidnapped this young teenager had two sons who were mean to him and later on they cast a spell on him. If he could not help or find his mother then something bad would happen. He had one year to do this. He eventually found her and was sent on numerous adventures for his mother. Each one harder than the last and due to his spell and condition of the spell that it put on him he got weaker and weaker. The final mission was to go into a haunted mansion and bring back a gold piano and learn how to read music so that he could play a melody to his mother that would finally break the spell. The old woman had found out that the boy was on his last mission and she sent her sons to kill him. He eventually outwitted the two men and got out of the mansion with the piano and sheet music but by the time he could get to his car he was too sick and he turned into a wolf. The 14/15 year-old-boy/wolf was actually me.
I woke up sweating and confused as I seem to be doing almost every day and immediately called my mother (It was about 3:00 P.M.). She answered and I asked how she was and she told me that she was really excited because she had found a new dog that she wants to think about getting. At that point in the conversation I paused in my tracks and then try to listen to music or something that would relate to music. Nothing. I don't know exactly how "close call" this wolf-to-dog dream-reality is but it is something that I had been thinking about pretty much the whole day out. If only I had some sort of interpreter or that guy who used to talk to the dead or whatever than got kicked off because he was a liar or something.
Thanks to all who came and stayed at Thee Ultima Weapon's second show last night. NO FUCKING THANKS TO BAND 3 AND THAT MOTHERFUCKER WHO MADE EVERYONE LEAVE BECAUSE OF HIS SHITTY NOISE SET; FUCKING SCHET! Major thanks to Ashley E. Coon for staying up with me until 6:00 A.M. Talking about everything and drinking as much as me. Trooperrrrrrrrs.
(Sorry that the Mono song is all shitty and the Voxtrot song is just pictures. Hopefully this next one will cheer you up)
I think from Thursday-up; until today, it was very productive. But one thing was a bit strange. Dreams are intertwined again and I don't know if anyone reading this will be able to comprehend or keep up with how weird this connects with reality so I think I will just tell you as best as I can.
First: Thursday night, after practice and re-re-starting Final Fantasy VII; thee best game for Playstation or probably one of the best stories ever told (aside from the bible; specifically Genesis though), I was going to sleep but couldn't stop thinking about how excited I was for our first show! However the dream I had that night was a bit odd. It involved Matt and I practicing in a loft in New York on the east side of Manhat. Our friend Christine came over and we were all having fun and she liked out stuff a lot. (note this for further) After a while she picked up a guitar and a drum stick; I think she might have also played some keyboards somewhere in non-guitar parts, and played really good music. Matt then said some things but I was in another room and she ran out looking embarassed. I can't go into detail but a year or two ago Matt had actually confessed to her that he liked her but she has never actually been that way towards him. The dream ends with all of us akwardly talking one small conversation at a time.
First Pt.2: The next day is the whole shbang and we're all having a good time. First to play is Castles Underground and it was fun. I told Janie; Matt's girlfriend for a while now, that she should play on the porch in the backyard and she does. I knew that she played guitar but then she brought out a white tom-drum! The snare Christine was playing was white! It freaked me out and I have yet to tell Matt about this dream but I doubt it would mean anything to him, especially since he told Christine that like a while ago. I would post the video I have of Janie playing but you can just go to my youtube account (NeonKissss) and look it up for yourself. To creepy for me right now.
Second: After staying up until 6:00 A.M. On Friday I finally went to sleep and had a sad and some what "Disney-like" dream. It started off as a wolf talking to a camera and telling this story. It flash backed to downtown Charleston, right around colonial lake; Broad St. & Rutledge Ave., and a mother letting her child go at a young age. We'll say around 11 or 12. The child was kidnapped within four years of wondering around in the nice-part of Charleston. Odd already? The old woman who kidnapped this young teenager had two sons who were mean to him and later on they cast a spell on him. If he could not help or find his mother then something bad would happen. He had one year to do this. He eventually found her and was sent on numerous adventures for his mother. Each one harder than the last and due to his spell and condition of the spell that it put on him he got weaker and weaker. The final mission was to go into a haunted mansion and bring back a gold piano and learn how to read music so that he could play a melody to his mother that would finally break the spell. The old woman had found out that the boy was on his last mission and she sent her sons to kill him. He eventually outwitted the two men and got out of the mansion with the piano and sheet music but by the time he could get to his car he was too sick and he turned into a wolf. The 14/15 year-old-boy/wolf was actually me.
I woke up sweating and confused as I seem to be doing almost every day and immediately called my mother (It was about 3:00 P.M.). She answered and I asked how she was and she told me that she was really excited because she had found a new dog that she wants to think about getting. At that point in the conversation I paused in my tracks and then try to listen to music or something that would relate to music. Nothing. I don't know exactly how "close call" this wolf-to-dog dream-reality is but it is something that I had been thinking about pretty much the whole day out. If only I had some sort of interpreter or that guy who used to talk to the dead or whatever than got kicked off because he was a liar or something.
Thanks to all who came and stayed at Thee Ultima Weapon's second show last night. NO FUCKING THANKS TO BAND 3 AND THAT MOTHERFUCKER WHO MADE EVERYONE LEAVE BECAUSE OF HIS SHITTY NOISE SET; FUCKING SCHET! Major thanks to Ashley E. Coon for staying up with me until 6:00 A.M. Talking about everything and drinking as much as me. Trooperrrrrrrrs.
(Sorry that the Mono song is all shitty and the Voxtrot song is just pictures. Hopefully this next one will cheer you up)
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Manute Bol VS Dick Butkus
So I'm on this (s)exercise thing and it's alwright. I mean, it beats the L.A. Diet; and if you don't know what that really means than you're not down with the south ( I doubt L.A. Is even down with that diet), but this whole running thing is just aggrivating. Everytime I go out for a run, which is everytime I'm at home; in the late-late hours of the night/morning, I start getting shin splits every twenty mintues I'm into running and start salvating. I'm not THAT out of shape, I know this, because I still skate and walk everywhere, everytime, I'm downtown.
Anyways, I'm writing this post to tell all that the first show that's been scheduled below has been dropped but another has been picked up. "win-win situation? Lose-win situation?" However you want to put it, the first show at the bottom is cancelled.
Sorry Kyle. I can't give you directions on that show but it is supposed to land some where late in May so later in this month I should have more info.
Oh man, just finished the new rave mixtape and it sounds like a beautiful e-child. If you digged the last style that I was playing on Saturday then you'll love this.
Anyways, I'm writing this post to tell all that the first show that's been scheduled below has been dropped but another has been picked up. "win-win situation? Lose-win situation?" However you want to put it, the first show at the bottom is cancelled.
Sorry Kyle. I can't give you directions on that show but it is supposed to land some where late in May so later in this month I should have more info.
Oh man, just finished the new rave mixtape and it sounds like a beautiful e-child. If you digged the last style that I was playing on Saturday then you'll love this.
This One's for Dikembe Mutombo!
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So I would just like to tell you that if you missed the fest. Last Saturday then you missed a whole lotta southern hospitality and for the most part good bands. Matt F. And I were going to improv some stuff but I ended up getting to the fest. A little later because I had an hour-and-a-half worth of sleep and was a little loopy. Also, I was playing the after party anyway. The second I would like to tell you is that if you came to the after party on Saturday then thank you for dancing your ass off. I definately improved the last thirty minutes of that because I didn't think people were going to want to keep on dancing/listen to me play. I mean... Five hours and there were still people dancing. Thank you, all! It went a little something like this:
After a great morning of sleep I headed for kickball and it was such a beautiful day; it didn't matter that we were close-calling it the first game and murdering the second, but once you get there and you're with people that are so true you just forget about all worries and just enjoy the present. Afterwards I went and bought some food for the cook out that was sooooooooooo(emphasizing on "so") good. Look at it like this: 72 beers, steaks, corn, mashed potatos, RIBS(the death of me) and rum; on top of that E.T. & RUNNING MAN! The only bad thing was seeing Kemper's dog getting run over. She's okay but her leg was kinda messed up. On that note Hank Williams started playing and what with what just happend it got a little sad so Sam and I decided to go get a shot of whiskey and go to Anson's to go see the Donkey Kong documentary. It was okay but nothing great actually.
Last night I had my tarot card-reading. It was a little intense because I had four major cards pulled. I was done in traditional Celtic iron cross; the four major cards were pulled above, the present and the future, my only downfall is the present state I'm in which I think I'm grasping of what it is. It was crazy because my hope was for fortune but I hate money so much. Am I lying to myself? This reading might have effected one of my dreams from last night. It was vague, but I dreamt that I was with my son/daughter; I was never informed, and I had all the good characteristics of a father but I just felt as if I was out of place or just feeling as if my child, my life or anything at that time was not supposed to be happening at that moment. It is just a hunch but I feel it had something to do with that tarot reading.
Feel that you missed out on NEONGOLDEN!!? Then maybe you should come to one of the next shows, fucker.
* This Friday in Sullivan's Island, S.C.: Simba's house; secret location, ask me or her. 9:00 P.M. - 11:00 P.M. (Times are set to change)
- M.M.B.F.P.W.M & Q's.I.T.N.
- NEONGOLDEN!!
* April 26th in Charleston: House rave (info. To come)
- NEONGOLDEN!!
- TBA
* May 3rd in Charleston: House show for Vadim. On the corner of Ashley Ave. And Bogard St.
-SHIR KHAN(DJ DRUNK MONK) VS $MO$UGLY$(NEONGOLDEN!!)
- TBA
* May 23rd in Columbia, S.C: Kirby Platt'n'Kelly's 21st birthday! (google map)2204 College Street Columbia, SC 29203
- 9:30 P.M. - ? NEONGOLDEN!!
Sorry the information is so choppy but all this kinda just fell upon me this weekend and yesterday. Seriously. I will keep you updated via-be-my-friend on Myspace.com (wwww.myspace.com/slothpuppets) or just keep posting on here. Hope to see you get sweaty at one of these events. There are more for in between May and June but I forgot the info. Like I said, I will keep all of you updated.
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