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Post by ShawnPhase on May 18, 2005 1:14:32 GMT
dbo, why didnt you say you were in yukon sooner?
is that bill for baltimore filled up or what? i'd love to do that show but im sure whoever will gobble that up fast..
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Post by dbo on May 28, 2005 16:25:15 GMT
maan, i thought i told you that before! i just saw this post today, but yeah, the other band that played, corey vs corey, was uh...not good, to say the least. they have shit on myspace if anyone wants to vomit, i wont even go through the trouble of linking it. radio pop punk shit. our friends got into a squabble with their friends because we were heckling them. people stuck around for us, a good crowd, and then it was only my band and about 2 of our friends watching the canaries. they played very well, did the panama cover, and even played "guitar strings for a holocaust" but did not fulfill my constant request of "hall of force" and "last side of town." damon, very nice. everyone in the band was very nice.
the bass player came up to us after we played, complimented us and said, "you guys listen to don cab, dont you?" i said "ehh..a little"
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Post by ShawnPhase on May 30, 2005 4:42:40 GMT
fuck man....i missed PANAMA? thats not cool at all.
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Post by xtrizeme on May 31, 2005 7:06:00 GMT
A friend of mine and I got really drunk about 2 weeks ago. I was to be starting a new job the following Monday and it was a Wednesday night , with only 2 more work days ahead of me to honor my 2 weeks( I've burned enough bridges in my life to honor 2 week notices). But I absolutely was thrilled beyond thrilled to get the fuck out of where I was at, and didn't really give a shit, so(while watching Xanadu) we decided we'd try to make the Mt. Pleasant Speaking Canaries show the next day( I live in Atlanta). The Speaking Canaries are my favorite band/manifestation of art of all time. I really am a very grounded, non-sycophantic, level-headed dude. Which makes something that completely inspires me all the more special. I saw the Speaking Canaries play in 95 in Athens and it was so amazing I can't even really describe it. It was like seeing something infinitely inspiring and challenging, that's all I can really say. So my friend and I decided a spontaneous road trip was in order. We awoke about 4 hours after we had quit drinking and decided to get going. My printer wasn't connected the night before( and I was too drunk to do any connecting) so I copied the directions word for word on a piece of paper. Every instance I've ever had with MapQuest has been horrible but I figured I could fill in the blanks they always create with a little bit of intelligence. So off we headed to Mt. Pleasant. My car was in the shop, so we headed off in my friend's 91 Nissan Stanza with 225,000 miles on it to Mt. Pleasant South Carolina. I didn't know exactly where that was, I just knew that it was 343 miles away from Atlanta. The trip started out sweet, with both of us enjoying the thrill of freedom that comes from hitting the road in search of the exploration of a dream. We were totally stoked about the day and a half in front of us and were joking, telling stories, promising to only eat at Cracker Barrels the entire trip... and then we went from still drunk from the night before, to seriously hung over. We stopped and ate at a Cracker Barrel in Augusta, GA and instead of being inspired, we were crushed with the reality that we were going to feel like shit all day long. Our romantic road trip began turning into" Holy shit. We feel like worse than ass. We're driving a car we intoxicatedly convinced ourselves was capable of making a 6 hour interstate journey. And we're relying on MapQuest's fucking shoddy, at best, directions. A funny thing happens to two best friends in a car feeling like complete shit, doing something beautiful, but completely ill-advised and potentially destructive. We both went through phases where we were trying to entertain each other, produce levity, whatever... but what was really happening was that, knowing each other so well, we were just really amplifying what a phenomenally shitty situation we were in. I had been bitching non-stop about how Map Quest always says stuff like turn right onto 20 instead of go 20 West. MapQuest always does shit like that. Instead of objectively telling you where you're headed, they give you a subjective direction to be followed with the faith that MapQuest is right. MapQuest is never right. We made a right on some goddamned road in South Carolina( as per MapQuest) and drove basically back to the Georgia border. At which time we decided due to responsibilities and our indescribably wretched physical and emotional state, we would drive back to Atlanta and call it a day. We figured we were so far away from Mt. Pleasant that we might as well head home. We headed home and the day became even worse. We probably made the smartest decision heading back to Atlanta, but it definitely wasn't what we wanted to do. We drove back to Atlanta for another 3 hours, somewhat relieved, somewhat hopeful, and then after perhaps the most emotionally draining day of our entire lives we got back to Atlanta. Probably, everybody here is familiar with Chunklet. Henry dogs on Atlanta quite a bit, and at length...but he's not even close. I live here for many reasons, all directly tied down to not being able to leave: my daughter, best friends, and job are all here. Atlanta is the worst city I have ever lived in and I have lived all over the world. I cannot imagine with my very vivid imagination a city that could possibly be worse that Atlanta. It's pure hell. It's like E! the city. All bullshit, everywhere, all the time... the dream! So my best friend and I drove around severely hung-over for 10 hours to go straight back to the place that we so desperately needed to leave the night before in our drunken intelligence. We got home, ate at a shitty Atlanta eatery(where all of the males were wearing sunglasses with the ropes on so their sunglasses wouldn't fall off their necks while drinking exactly 1 beer), and decided that through the events of the day, we were officially omniscient wise-men. I would really like someone to tell me something in depth about one of these east-coast shows. More than "They played this...It was awesome!... Damon was cool." I don't know, just tell me something. I went through hell to go straight back to hell. Please let me know something besides what a dumbass I am. Please God.
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Post by dbo on May 31, 2005 18:31:44 GMT
what the fuck else you want to know? damon wore black, suede, slip-on shoes.
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njm
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Post by njm on Jun 2, 2005 16:58:56 GMT
I've noticed that two recently released albums--Sleater-Kinney's The Woods and The Hold Steady's Separation Sunday--are receiving a lot of attention for integrating the big guitar sound of 70s rock with what is considered the punk/alternative sensibility.
As a Speaking Canaries fan, this so-called new sound is amusing. ...Terrestrially Challenged is a full 10 years ahead of the latest trends.
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Post by Tetragrammatn on Jun 3, 2005 19:09:26 GMT
Yeah, that's probably true. The Hold Steady's albums are really great though, I'm a pretty big fan of those guys too.
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Post by njm on Jun 3, 2005 19:51:35 GMT
I like both The Hold Steady and Sleater-Kinney. If anything, I hope that the popularity of those two bands introduces more people to The Canaries.
xtrizeme, I finally had a chance to read your entire post--crazy stuff.
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