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.

Upcoming Concerts

Thursday, 1 August 2002

I’m start­ing to get hyped up, in a week i get to go see David Bowie and Moby on the Area2 tour, and Juliana Hatfield. Plus I’m go­ing to get to chill with some friends a I haven’t seen in awhile in Chicago. I’ve also been lis­ten­ing to some new mu­sic. my buddy Matt rec­om­mended Dovetail Joint, they sound pretty good al­though i’ve only got one song so far. Phil al­ways has the hook up and I’ve lis­ten­ing to alot more Self lately. (Rolling Stone says they are an in­dus­trial pop band, is that even pos­si­ble)? On my own I found out about The Shins. They are just ok. A lit­tle too mel­low and spaced-out for my taste. They seem like they are a rip-off clone band, but I’m not sure. As al­ways I need new mu­si­cal groups to lis­ten to. Feed me peo­ple! What have you lis­tened to lately that has in­spired you?

I’m go­ing to talk about the Machines of Loving Grace again. This early in­dus­trial band from Tucson, Arizona is just plain badass. I was in Tucson when they started to get pop­u­lar but un­for­tu­nately I was also only 11 and hadn’t heard of the bas­tards. I don’t think I have come across an­other band with such a large repetoire of brood­ing melodic and per­cus­sive songs that are all of rather high qual­ity. Its a shame they didn’t get big. If you have The Crow Soundtrack (every­one should) you’ll prob­a­bly rec­og­nize their song Golgotha Tenement Blues.