I'll give a full birthday update thing later, but now I'm doing a hajillion other things, so kthxbai.
~meh!~
EDIT: Oh yeah, I'll put the VIDEO OF THE POST up.
~ 1985 by Bowling for Soup
We're gonna see these guys tonight! Teh yey.
MORE EDIT: Okay, so.
This blog's been up for three years.
Not a huge accomplishment, but an accomplishment nonetheless. When I made this blog, I thought it'd some stupid crazy time-waster during the summer of sophomore year, to keep me busy. But it's turned into oh so much more than that.
What exactly it's turned into, I'm not sure.
But it's nice to have your own beacon of individuality shining through the thick fog that is the Internet. Especially one that's three years old. Hells yeah.
May it keep shining for many more years to come.
Okay!
So, now to discuss the Bowling for Soup show. By rating each band individually.
Army of Freshmen: Eh, they seemed badass when they came out there, but after a while they pretty much became generic. Their lead singer is... interesting... though. B- Punchline: When they came out, and through the first song, it seemed like the Cat's Cradle runner guys just picked out random people from the street and asked them to play for us. But after they got warmed up, they really started rocking out, especially the main guitarist (who is quite insane.) B Lucky Boys Confusion: Quite sweet. Especially the two guitarists, and especially especially the older guitar dude. He was delicious. Also, the only American band I know of with a main singer that is Indian. A+ Bowling for Soup: THE REASON WHY WE WERE THERE. Of course they were good. The big dude in particular was awesome with his pick flicky-twirly stuff and kpow kpow musket-guitar stuff. Yeah, if you weren't there, you probably didn't understand what the hell that meant. But it was cool nonetheless. A+
NEXT UP FOR THE CAT'S CRADLE: Uhh... iunno who I want to see next. The Clientele is coming to the Local 505 up the street from the Cradle on August 4th, but they're really mellow, and don't know if they'd make for a good live show... same with Eels, who's coming on the 6th. But I definetly want to see Deerhoof on the 10th simply for their WTFness. And the panda song. And the cute Asian singer/guitarist. And the fact that their drummer is FUCKING CRAZY.
I'll run down a few things and be out of your hair.
- Um. Orientation? Pretty freaking bad. The fact that it was pretty much just them saying "zomg NCSU is feckin' great loll" was bad. The fact that it was TWO DAYS of this was even worse. But there were some highlights. Reunited with a couple of friends from middle school that I hadn't seen in freaking FOREVER. And gaming all night on the first day was pretty fun. But otherwise... eh. If I could have passed it, totally would have.
- Bowling. Ew. I sucks at it. Neeeever agaiiiin.
- Potentially for this weekend and potentially for part of next week (hopefully not during Bowling For Soup on Tuesday) I'll be in Florida to be visiting my grammy and grampy and soak up Florida rays and all that good junk. So... yeah. Don't question where I am or something.
- Speaking of Bowling for Soup next Tuesday... Bowling for Soup is coming next Tuesday! At the Cat's Cradle! I know a lot of you want to come! Please do!
- So summer is almost up. I still want to go to King's Dominion/Busch Gardens. RAWR. Emeralde Pointe is also a possibility. Planning... comes... soon.
And now, THE VIDEO OF THE POST
(which I'll be doing from now on)
Tribute by Tenacious D (whose album I finally bought yesterday and it's FUCKING AWESOME.)
Oh twisted me, I came to eat At the hall where we danced to some duds My crowd of pals observed my fingers And prayed for the lunch I had hung And cheers rolled out and I thought early of tunas in tennisons tubs.
That should turn into somthing You should turn into somthing
Oh blissful bleed, I came out peaking And leaked out like a wet clown My tears rolled down and arms went round At night I gaped at her gowns So often green but she held me My curtains were covered in hounds
She said Oh my sweet goodess, wish you could be here every time But don't miss me goodness because I rub away every time Then groan at the goodness but do you mean not every time Then gone in the goodness wish I could stay here every time
A mistful meet with teachers speaking They're muffled by buzzes and hums So headphone tones do float me home My chair was begging to come And I'm not bummed some works not fun Then we crawl in the carpet like bugs
Unrestful eve I sipped on leaks And sat in the room had a grudge The jummping dust made catfish bust From corners now dripping with mud And she knocked twice and we got silly And noone knew what would come..
She said Oh my sweet goodness, wish you could be here everytime But don't miss me goodness because I rub away every time Then groan at the goodness but do you mean not everytime Then gone in the goodness wish I could stay here everytime
But you'll turn into somthing You should turn into somthing
I'm that nice black dude who is friends with everyone, who dresses in Roca Wear and Nike, yet lives in the richest-assed neighborhood ever, that listens to things varying from Coltrane to Modest Mouse to DJ Taka, and who is both emo and cheerful at the same time.
In short, I'm just plain crazy.
