Concerts and Chicago

Thursday, 15 August 2002

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 fi­ancé? 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.