Jam @ MindSay 
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Earlier in the day I was drinking bottles of hobo wine, Mad dog 20/20, with my sister. I had gone through two bottles and gave a few calls out. I got ahold of Pat and he was excited to hear from me. He informed me that he was going to some Jam Band concert out in Buffalo. Well I continued drinking so by the time we were well on our way and entering the concert I was pretty... well you could only imagine.
I had fun in the crowd for a little bit until I had to go to the bathroom. I made my way there. On the way out I decided to have a lay down in the grass near a light pole. I was awaken by some guy. He woke me saying "Hey man do you know of anything good going around?" Well I didn't know of anything that was going around I was just drunk and passing out. He must have thought I was high on something. Well I decided to relocate to a bench just a hundred feet or so away. I feel asleep again and was awaken by a similar question. I stayed awake. I got a call and text message from several people. One was my dad who wanted to know what time I graduated. The other was Sean. Good friend. PA. He left me a rather nice message telling me to give him a call back about visiting. I have to get back to him. The other was Samantha. She left text messages and I tried calling back. I returned the calls to Sean and Samantha in one of the Port-o-potti's because it wasn't so loud in there. I guess I had a rough entrance and exit because after I got out one of the lady security guards came up to me and tried to take me away to the Ambulence. I was obliged to go. She told me that I was unable to walk straight and that she was taking me to the Ambulence. I was telling her it was no big deal and that I was trying to answer my phone and all that jazz and it was too much to comprehend at that time but I still didn't mind accompanying her. She then told me I seem to be walking straight then so she was going to let me go. I remember her telling me twice that I seem to be walking perfectly normal. I wish I had money for beer or a hot dog. I can't buy beer. I'd settle for a hot dog. The rest of the night was somewhat loud and forgettable.
After the four of us reunited and made our way out we were walking down the street to the car. I was still drunk apparently. I don't remember looking for it but I found a card board box, it was like those chinese food boxes, from some restaurant. There was three salt potatoes and two or three steamed carrots in there and a piece of chicken with some sort of sauce. I think it was a starch sauce like on a country friend steak. Pat guessed it was chicken. He was right, I was surprised. I wish I had a fork then. I ate pretty much all of it. I hate carrots. I left them in the box and tossed it. I am not going to lie the carrots looked good though, but overall the meal was really good. My main regret was not trying to figure out where the food originated. I wish to go back there someday. Thank you nameless citizen for leaving their food (at a bus stop I think? whci makes sense because you can't bring food on the bus). You will be in my heart always.
The finest of all the 'grunge' era albums. Probably the best album of the 90's. I'm sure you won't agree but this is my page so I can say whatever I want.
Every song on this album is great & it brought so called 'alternative rock' to the masses. Ever since the Cobain suicide, Nirvana gets all the grunge credit - without Ten Nirvana would have never been as popular as they were. If I were stranded somewhere with only one album to kill the time it would be this one. The song Ýellow Ledbetter'came out of the album sessions. Ten defined the 90's. It gets my vote for greatest album in the history of the universe ever.
Vs. - 1993
The second album by Pearl Jam is a rock solid follow up. Most of the songs are a little more raw than those of the first album, with the obvious exceptions of 'Daughter' & 'Elderly Woman...' If anyone wasn't convinced of the groups legitimacy by Ten, they surely were by Vs. - Songs on this album included fucking classics like 'Leash', 'Go', & 'Dissident' along with the two mentioned previously.
Vitalogy - 1994
The last of the grunge albums. This album is the first to have what I'd call outright 'filler' tracks. While few songs like 'Aye Davanita', 'Bugs', & 'Hey Foxymophandlemama, That's Me' leave something to be desired. Still full of great songs though - 'Nothingman' is excellent, 'Spin the Black Circle' jams & 'Corduroy' & 'Better Man' are amazing songs... This album has an even more unpolished 'raw' sound than Vs.
I was gonna do all the albums but I ended up getting tired so I'll stop here for now... I'm not doing all the live albums either cause theres a fuckin shitload of them. I have alot of live shows on my ipod... the show at Benaroya Hall is pretty bitchin though.
No Code is the next album... I'll pick it up from there one day... my mind tends to wander so I start and stop shit abruptly sometimes.
Fine with them, such a quite din
Says he wants to leave a while...
Strange are the days in which I live for I find myself back where it all began, back to the beginning. I have found that my implements of technology do not go well with my most recent job, but a pen and a memo pad do. So I will once again need to write my thoughts twice to place them within these hallowed walls in some out of the way location off the Information SuperHighway. Such are the wages of sin or fear or something groovy that is not at all pleasant though I can still type on the subject for many paragraphs so that I end up boring to death the read and thusly ensuring that they will never again return to read another long-winded rambling that I so carefully crafted at Warp Factor 7, but never Warp Factor 8 for the ship would blow for she cannot take it, and because I have no feeling in the tip of my right index finger, I cannot type that fast though I may try...
And such are the time in which I live for I cannot live in another time because time is a one-way street and I have no reverse gear. And still I soldier on through the deepest darkest region of my mind that has now switched from the pen to the Palmtop and the world indeed seems strange and wondrous and all the sights and sounds of the rest of the day are stretched out before beckoning me further down the one-way street and I go for this I must do whether I like it or not for I have no choice in the matter...
And I sit here typing at Warp Factor 7 and behold the world as it presents itself to me and to me alone for no one will ever see all that I have seen in the way that I have seen it and this is the Truth for my one-way street can be traveled by no one but me and I alone must travel this path that now stretches out before me. And I am alone. Other's one-way streets may run parallel to mine for brief instance, but these streets will never intersect or converge for all streets are one-way and all streets lead to a dead-end and each and every one who walks the path must do so alone. And such is life on this planet...
And yet I can sit here and be amazed by all I see before me, but it is more than amazement, rather it is more of a sense of awe in all things. I do not know how to explain it other than a sense of awe in the world that is around me, and I imagine that there are some who will never understand what I am trying to place into words and yet the words I am looking for have not been created to express the way that I see the world. It is, it exists, and even if I video taped it; the whole experience would be incomplete. If you could change lanes and hop onto my street for a brief time, you may understand, but this is one of the impossibilities of this life, so I shall just continue on my merry way and type the words that flow from my cranium and fly from my fingers without a second thought as to what they are saying (as at least one of you already know)...
And through it all I will continue to search for that words that have not been invented to describe all that I am experiencing at this very moment. I will search though I know that this quest will bear no fruit. I will search though I know that I will never be satisfied with the words that I will uncover. I will search until the last shovel full of dirt is thrown upon my lifeless body. And yet I will never find the answers to great mysteries of this existence, and still I will continue on down the path that I have found my self on at this moment...
And such is the world as I know it, and there in resides the great mysteries of all that I seek...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
^Quick 10 minute sketch of Jam. Playing around with Photoshop, I figured out how to color scanned stuffs without having to ink. It looks kinda messy, but cute at the same time. I'll give this a quick color job when I have the time. My tablet is collecting dust. D:
Like it, guys?
Out in the smoking area where we froze our asses off, I hunched close to one of the true old skoolers, standing close to some buddies -- new (just right now), and old (haven't seen in months) -- getting ready to dash back inside to catch again that fucking warm embrace of the pumping breakbeat waves. It was one of those nights where, drugs or no, all boundaries and obstacles of time, space and social status disappear. I leaned in for the full effect of what she was saying: bumping her hips, her shoulder, her breast. She wanted me to listen, to hear, to get as close as I could -- so I would understand. So I too could cross the waters she once had, to see a land she had been to before, a place I could never have seen.
"This is the first real jam in a long time," she said. "Like, I haven't really been partying at all lately. I kinda did that. For awhile. I'm just really busy with other things now. And, you know, I just kinda got sick of the whole scene. Of the whole thug attitude. You know. It's not at all what it used to be."
Ernest. Smoking hot. Intelligent. Satisfied.
"But -- Like, tonight.... I'd say this is the first good party I've been to in 8 years."
I totally agreed with that. I met up with some old kat's I'd worked with or partied with before. Heard their rising dreams in lulls between buildups and double drops. Met dudes from all over. Just here to give what they could to the massive.
These were the peeps on the inside. From behind the scenes, all the faces here, these were the kids running the show. Running the new technological monster unleashed on the world by the modernist empire and the souless and quite selfish drive of that glamourized puffed-up boomer era.
One kid I met started designing video games at 13. Now he's putting together teams to reinvent the way an individual interfaces with normal society -- even ahead of the tech companies -- now digital design is an artform, not just engineering. I plug one ear to concentrate the other on what he's telling me: about hacking the Wii, timeline video graphic design and getting a guided tour of New York by simply moving your palm around. And there's no way he's hit 30 yet.
Another dude flew into town for free just to catch a couple nights of live sets -- being a speaker product rep he just had so many frequent flyer points racked up from traveling all around. Making the engine of commerce tick. Keeping his quota. Holding seminars. Stuff. Bullshit. Money. It was cool to hear him explain it. To hear how real relationships still manage through it all to survive.
But we all danced. Silly. Fucked up. Dubstyle. Technic. Freeform. Whatever. It was a blast. As we were envelloped in one huge smash of sound after another.
Big up the massive out. More than makes up for last weekend's waste of time. It was more than I expected. Overall just sweet. Everyone thought so.
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