Concerts and Chicago

Balls! tis been awhile. Here is the last week.

wednes­day: went up to Pur­due then drove with Phil to Chica­go where we stayed with his broth­er Bo and his fiance? Ker­ri. played monop­oly. lost hor­ri­bly. i HATE that.

thurs­day: area2 con­cert fea­tur­ing Ash, Blue­man Group, Bus­ta Rhymes, David Bowie, and Moby. all around good con­cert. but David mutha­fuckin’ Bowie, held me in thrall for the entire time he was on stage. I have want­ed to see him in con­cert since for the past sev­en years and nev­er thought i would get the chance. i can not find words strong enough to describe the eupho­ria that i felt watch­ing this 56 year old cock­eyed brit sing. he played the great stuff. Life on Mars, Fame, Fash­ion, Chi­na Girl, Let’s Dance, Heroes. he played some new stuff, Cac­tus, Hey Lou, 5:15 All the Angels Have Gone, and he played some old stuff that no one but Bowie junkies would have rec­og­nized. from the ’77 album Low he played Break­ing Glass and A New Career in a New Town. Ever since i first heard Low sev­er­al years ago I have always thought of it as a prim­i­tive fore­run­ner, a pro­to­type of what house music is today. Not only did Bowie prove my right, but the review I read of the con­cert the next day agreed as well. to top it all off and rais­ing me to high­er order throes of ecsta­sy, he played Zig­gy Star­dust. shit. what an encore. it rocked the shit out of me. it was so frikin awe­some to hear it live. Bowie is like fine wine, improv­ing as he ages. Zig­gy Star­dust alone was worth every pen­ny i paid for the tick­et. its the clos­est thing i’ve ever had to a reli­gious expe­ri­ence. know­ing the best Moby was capa­ble of wouldn’t even com­pare, we left (like many oth­ers) before he even came on. I have seen David Bowie in con­cert. I can die a com­plete per­son.

fri­day: Bri­an Rose, Matt Rose, Bri­an Miller, and Macal­is­ter Fahie (pro­nounced Foy thanks much) came up to cel­e­brate Macs 21st birth­day. they had a beer bong. we got 24hr pass­es for the El and head­ed down­town to eat at the ESPN­zone which was pret­ty cool but too expen­sive for the qual­i­ty of the food. Then we toured the Earth from Above exhib­it pro­mot­ing solar pow­er. very nice. then we wan­dered to Navy Pier and rode the bus back to Bos ‘hood. some dude on a street cor­ner was hand­ing out reduced cov­er pass­es to a bar so we went there and 5 bucks got us all we could drink until 11:30. 3 vod­ka ton­ics lat­er it was 11:30 and Mac had con­sumed a rather large quan­ti­ty of liquor. we stuck around till about 1 and then took off. Mac puked off the El plat­form all over some new­pa­per thingys. so we bare­ly got him home, almost all of us list­ing ever so lit­tle to star­board.

sat­ur­day: we went shop­ping and got a day­light look at where Mac puked. (did i men­tion he is black? not that that has any­thing to do with him puk­ing on news­pa­pers) I bought two vin­tage tri­ac­etate shirts at this damn cool store for cheap. That night Bo, Ker­ri, Phil, and I saw Juliana Hat­field at the Dou­ble Door. total­ly dif­fer­ent venue than the Tweet­er Cen­ter where area2 was at. only a cou­ple hun­dred peo­ple can fit in there. i wasn’t too famil­iar with Juliana but the show was very good just her on the gee­tar, Fre­da on the drums, and oh so cute Hei­di Gluck on the bass. i enjoyed it much.

sun­day: 5 hour dri­ve home. hadn’t shaved in over a week. com­pe­tent as a broke dick.

since: still haven’t shaved, work­ing on a beard, left my Bowie tick­et stub at Bos. hope he saves it. vis­it­ed with friend Emi­ly. In the home stretch of play­ing Baldur’s Gate.