September 16th, 2006
|04:02 am - "...and I don't want no cow."|
Tonight I did one of my famous "go to the bar and then walk home without socializing" maneuvers. That probably sounds like a very simple thing, but generally "home" is nowhere near "bar", and being a strict teetotaler means not having the warm cushion of an alcohol buzz. One bad night in January of 2003, I ended up walking all the way from The Dry Bean in Fitchburg to our house on Washburn, which is a little over nine miles. That's a long distance when you have to be functional at work in six hours. How I managed that walk before my roommates got home is one of the great, unsolved mysteries. It doesn't take that long to make a Big Mike's run, even at bar time.
Tonight's walk was much shorter -- a little less than two miles. I'd gotten together with crabmoon, matt_william, and bluntobject, and was expecting to seeevil_jim, the_tick27, and lord_alucard, but I wasn't expecting that we would go out. It was decided -- apparently without consultation -- that we'd go to some of the bars on East Washington Ave. Phill and Matt bowed out, but I tagged along. The first place we went had a $5 cover and faced with paying to be somewhere I didn't really want to be, I simply decided to go home. Almost everybody else was inside and didn't notice me trying to get their attention, so I explained myself to Tick who was still paying and took off.
I'm really happy with this decision. On a different night I would have been fine, but tonight I was so relieved to get out of there, and I was also relieved to get a walk, if only a short one.
When I got to my car, the first two songs that played on my MP3 player were Outside Now by Oingo Boingo, and Grievances by Daniel Johnston. I doubt that anyone reading this knows both of those songs, but taken together they were depressingly appropriate. 'cept I'm really feeling pretty good about things, which is, y'know, nice.
For a couple of hours after I got home I did nothing of note, and then suddenly around 2:00 decided that tonight, definitely, should be the night that I record my cover of the aforementioned Grievances. I've been wanting to do this for ages, and made a couple of abortive attempts to arrange the music, but tonight I got it all done, complete with sloppy, impractically low vocals. Anyway, I was recording this at like, 3:30 AM, and ribsinbacon is probably wide awake and pretty upset about all the singing. Do me a favor and make it worth my while -- and his -- by downloading it: Grievances (2.7 MB).
Current Mood: accomplished, I guess
Current Music: Uh, Grievances.
|Date:||September 16th, 2006 09:59 am (UTC)|| |
I'm glad you got home safe & had a good time without us but I'm sorry you had to walk back to your car. Had I driven you wouldn't have had to.
I avoided the $5 cover by leaving before the band started, which is what it was for. I started having a good time once I discovered The Brink lounge which is an honest-to-goodness lounge! It's a very classy place & I fit right in with how I was dressed. They had live music with no cover & reasonably priced soda. I could have spent the whole evening there. I'll probably invite you along to see Harmonius Wail play as they're there at least once a month.
In any case, have a good rest of the weekend.
I still think I was better off going home, but I'm glad you folks had a good time. I'll definitely be interested in checking out that lounge, especially to see Harmonious Wail.
Anyway, I got your message around 3:30 or 4:00 this afternoon, and decided you were probably well into the movie. You should organize another screening -- I'll make it to that one, and I'm sure other people would be interested.
I didn't hear you sing at all. I was pretty well muted out of everything around me by my fans.
Wow. I got lucky there, I guess. You kept coming out of your room just after I'd finished making noise, and I figured I'd woken you up. It happened three or four times.
|Date:||September 16th, 2006 03:05 pm (UTC)|| |
*claps* That was a wonderful song.
Innit, though? I love this song.
There's just something to be said about listening to you.
You're like that guy who has that great voice so now he does books on tapes.
Thank you! How do you suppose one goes about getting a job in the books-on-tape industry? Maybe I could put together a demo CD with me reading those erotic Harry Potter fanfics.
Dude if you're still thinking birthday presents songs/readings on tape are always welcomed. Highly. Specifically if its Harry Potter Porn.
ok ya so it truns out that you dident have to pay thecover charge it was just to see a band witch dident complety suck, and there wher other bars. i had a ok time and yes i got the first intor ation with a chik any i also got the first old gay guy hit on me thing like allways, but all in all id be willing ti go back. you should of stayed but oh well.
No, I really think I was better off going home. I'd been out with Ribs earlier and I didn't realize we'd be going out to a bar. I just wasn't in the mood for that kind of social situation. Next time, though, definitely.
|Date:||September 17th, 2006 06:46 am (UTC)|| |
Hey, we could combine your two latest promises & go out to a club to watch WoSaT
recently posed a challenge
to us regarding that movie.
OMFG! Colin was social in a bar setting, if only briefly?! I didn't know you had it in you ;) It's sad that you had to leave though. Oh well. You can always go again, right?
"Oh my freaking goodness?" Renee, I know you can swear better than that.
Yeah, I do go to bars occasionally, but somebody has to drag me along -- I won't do it on my own. It happened almost weekly when I lived with Nate, Sean, and Josh, but these days it's a rare occurrence. I'm not a bar person. I'm sure you guessed that.
|Date:||September 16th, 2006 08:04 pm (UTC)|| |
Dude! I can listen to songs now! *glee*
gee that is a depressing song huh?
gee that is a depressing song huh?
I'm surprised that you're the only one who pointed that out. Yeah, it's depressing, but it's also one of my favorites... I don't know if you know Daniel Johnston, but I think you might like him. He has a song on the My So-Called Life soundtrack. I love his stuff, maybe because it's so incredibly frank and personal. Unfortunately, I always found it hard to get most of my friends to listen to him because a lot of his albums were literally recorded on a $55 boombox sitting on top of the piano in his parents' basement, which makes them kind of hard to listen to.