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[Nov. 7th, 2009|05:36 pm] |
If you serve me a cola, put it in the fridge.
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| PDX |
[Oct. 11th, 2009|12:49 pm] |
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portland: sustainable, green, dead, live, local, pacific northwest, d.i.y., lost neighborhood/district, floating, p o t, art scene, stumptown, gentrified, cultural, lack, tye-dye, queer, PRE-GRUNGE GRUNGE POST-GRUNGE, hip, yuppy, huppy, street, beards, denim, leather, feathers, trannies, bros, beezies, young, sexual, poor, unemployed, gardening, tight-knit social, textile, historic, ports, fresh fish, stone thrown ocean, coffee, connected, peter pan, yeti, forest, ghosts, shang hai, ghetto, hand made, organic, fresh, independent, steam-punk, punk, post-punk, experimental, film, leather, cloth, rock, metal, homeless, bridges, east-west-north-south side, beard, bored, bears, crows, cubs, DANCE, stonesthrow, 15 minutes, delicious! |
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| I WANT BIRTTHDAY BLEEEZE |
[Aug. 17th, 2009|10:14 am] |
Also, there is totally an mp3 link on the page, it just needs a click *invisible in my browser. |
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| Some thangs. |
[Apr. 19th, 2009|08:32 pm] |
Thursday April, 16
I was in a movie! I forget the name, but I got to be a dancer (my dream) and also eat free beer and pizza! Yay!
Friday April, 17
POTATO CHAMPION had their one year anniversary. *Pchamp is a fry cart with the most delicious poutine treats, if you don't know poutine then you better wiki or die.
Lot's of cool bands, Reporter, is mostly who I remember. Thanks to the marker power of drinking Joose I caught an Idaho Spud candy treat from a potato pinata which had kewl eyes and some arms which was funny and confusing.
I'm gay! Also, Saturday sucked and I thought someone stole my *organic cheetos.
If you want to see some visuals from these nights then you can JUST GO FUCK YOURSELF or get on the facebooks. Ew. |
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[Jan. 21st, 2009|12:42 am] |
Wow, good thing I got out of bed just in time for today's monumental occasion.
I was convinced this word was in the speech:
bram⋅ble
/ˈbræmbəl/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [bram-buhl] Show IPA Pronunciation
noun, verb, -bled, -bling.
–noun
1. any prickly shrub belonging to the genus Rubus, of the rose family.
2. British. the common blackberry.
3. any rough, prickly shrub, as the dog rose.
–verb (used without object)
4. British. to look for and gather wild blackberries; pick blackberries from the vine. |
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| A broad-dime in 2009. |
[Jan. 7th, 2009|02:06 pm] |
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Wow. New Years was
08.12.30 Train to Seattle. Airport transport to amazing Joose-TEx frenz. Needles under the bridge(cementtrolz). Industrial-grease park on waterfront (?). Chocolate factory. Asian beer. Seattle to Bellingham. 1912 shore-home tour; complete with vintage wallpaper'd closets (vogue), french renaissance furniture, piano, several body shoots, amazing bay windows which surprisingly look out onto the ocean bay. Nite: Bar crawl. Literally, at one point. Elevator games on several stories. Metal friends. Glass hole bar. Quarters in the jute box.
08.12.31 Romp in Woodstock ranch. Chase sheep and deer. Paris Texas; elton john laquered on wood. Pioneer Bellingham - knitting, jokeshop, coffee, mexi, movie-goers adventure. RUMOURS. Funny hats. Snack bar. Dyke quote resolution "Love yo'self as much as I love you, love mom." Stuffed jacket under stage, tinsel stash. Met blonde queen from local Bellingham fag rag. Back to woodstock ranch to have a ghost haunting during attempted stick-it-in session.
09.1.1 Train to Portland. Woman in booth cracking jokes @ 8:30a.m. Mitch eats burger on train. Holdin and Sarah eat Macaroni. Salad has tasty croutons. Welcome to Fabulous Portland. Delicious asian-tai foods on 23rd. Nighttime rose gardenz. Magic exploding car-tour; powell's books, big pink, gay bars. House partie! Paint: get stoop'ed. Furbies. Shake those tits & those dicks. John Waters Polaroid.
09.1.2 Wonderland ARcade (thanks to family pass from the burthday club); skee-ball, party poppers, clowns. Sloppy wet Pizza. Mermen. Darcelle VX. Male strippers. Gynecologist. Tube-rs. Bitch crushes my foot with her heal. Lost keys. Knock on Tube-iz door, like emerald city rejection. Phone call. Return to Tube to fondle an Armani model, check'd id-several tmz. Straight love. Montage. Spicy Macaroni. Bring brotime, Ryan, home.
09.1.3 Hawthorne adventure: perfume shop, house of vintage. Soup timez. Mt. Tabor romp to see the city. Dot's velveterium. Service bar across the street with pinball (Clinton Street Pub). Walk out on RokyHPS. Appearance at the Egyptian Club. Fry Cart; poutine & pesto mayo. Bung-hole delicious rootbeer infused jager treats. Empty Holocene (hoooolllow). Delivery mission from Fry Cart to Voodoo donuts. Divine abuse in Polyester. Sleep.
09.1.4 Hawthorne Cafe. Vomit paintings. Good bye Texas shnuggles. Grotto. Stained glass church reliquaries. Attempted illumination for tree in bondage outside, no luck.
09.1.5 Fringe Christmas Lumber Jack
09.1.6 Reporter show. |
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| Top 10 of 2008 |
[Dec. 29th, 2008|05:03 pm] |
Let me just preface this by saying WHERE THE FUCK WERE ALL THE JAMS THIS YEAR?...mostly I lost my DJ spot and my access. Nevertheless...
SSION
Art rockers take all. This album shot white light all through my life.
HERCULES AND LOVE AFFAIR
Why do I love you so? Maybe it's the subliminal title, or the neon art work, or the muscles...especially Antony, of Antony and the Johnsons.
CRYSTAL CASTLES
Some jock introduced these nintendo-electro jams to me in web art and I've been gay ever since.
CUT COPY
Dude, did you hear the new Cut Copy? It's amazing!
No, did you hear the old one?
Needless to say, loved it.
GLASS CANDY
I went to see this duo live this year. My ears are still ringing from over-stimulated pleasure. They were throwing these out with giant balloons, neither of which I caught-pissed!
SANTOGOLD tied with SANTOGOLD & DIPLO
At times Santogold reminds me of early No Doubt which my retro soul craves daily; a sound which was only made better by the audacious* sounds of my great man-crush Diplo, whom wowz on his own but really verges on contraband when he pairs up. (M.I.A. anyone?)
*the audacity of jams
WHY?
I don't know what it is that sounds fresh, but it gets me wet.
HOT CHIP
These boys are too hip. Let's all agree to kill them.
THE DODOS
I was obsessed with a few of these songs for a long time, if for no other reason than sometimes I swear Nichole's budgies start taking over my brain.
GIRL TALK
Are you kidding? There is so much to digest in these songs that it's almost impossible to not meat everyone on some level...esp. the level of bacon (yes, it's that good).
Also...
I totally dug TV On the Radio's Dear Science but never heard it enough;
same with Portishead's Third;
& M83's Saturday's = Youth (though I have been watching some M0lly Ringwald);
Erykah Badu's Amerikuh was incredible but I'm not sure I have the street cred to put it on my top 10;
liked Vampire Weekend's ST but am too pretentious, though I do know that British English Teacher's give a fuck about an oxford comma;
& Beach House's Devotion was enjoyable.
Other mentionable releases:
The Virgins, Late of the Pier, Ladytron, The Kills, Health, CSS, The Teenagers, Does it Offend You Yeah?, Hearts Revolution, Kid Sister...
I'm sure there are more, however, I broke my computer. Whoopsie!
So I probably missed out on a lot, please please please fill me in!!! |
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| Glitter&Gold, Seaside, Crash |
[Sep. 2nd, 2008|04:16 pm] |
GLITTER & GOLD
I turned 23. There was a pinata filled with cake. It was kinda of the most amazing day of my life. Gold chains, underwear shopping in the Euro-sicko store with Nichole, cupcakes for breakfast and backyard croquet. "Heather, it's your shot."
We stopped in at Fringe, my vintage job, to pick up some leopard print.
Every hour on the hour a bottle of champagne was popped. Absynthe was circulating. I burned myself in a bubble bath, nude with Johnny.
Nichole threw everyone out, thank god. Because Liz was crying. Nicko was blacked-out enough to scold himself in that bathtub (which really should have been my golden shower).
The party nearly killed Zachary Rose. The next morning, covered in vomit he says: "What the fuck happened to my shirt?" Me: "Maybe you took it off when you tackled me into the kiddie pool filled with ice."
Seaside
I kidnapped a pal, Tim, around midnight. There was a lot of talk until the last 10 minutes of the ride. Tim passed out, for the better, I guess. There is light when we park on the beach but Indian beach, near Cannon, stays cloudy until 10. I slept off and on, woken once by beach security and othertimes by surfers using the parking lot like a lockerroom.
Around one we walk the shore, looking into tidepools and crashing the background of random asians photos.
We drive to seaside afterwards. Ate some mexican food and visited the aquarium. The seals are real bitches. They splash if you don't feed them the pussy* (as in pUss not pusE) little fish they give you at the ticket booth. Each of the seals know a trick for attention, translating into slapping their fat or making obnoxious sounds. Tim nearly poked an octopus; he bought a mood ring.
The boardwalk has my favorite arcade game, the Simpsons, I play as Lisa but don't make it to the second world. After skeeball and ticket cash outs, we get some taffee, and play put-put golf. I walk away from the most brilliant american hoodie because I could not decide if it should have space dolphins, eagles or horses with lightning.
We checked some galleries and got the fuck out.
Crash
I'm drinking Baby Elephants at some Tiki bar on 28th & Broadway. Everyone, mostly whom suck, decide they need karaoke.
I get in my car. Try to flip a u-turn and ram a Broadway Taxi. Fuck. fuck. FUCK!
The guy gets out of his car, we check to see if one another are ok, then we never speak again. I go eat candy in my car until the police come.
They shut down Broadway for about an hour. Some firemen come and kick debree. "Hey, don't tamper with evidence." I say.
Some cops get all the info and say they won't investigate. (wow thanks!) The cab company comes to take pictures and Elyse and I pretend to be corpses in the car.
A group of spectators are outside staring, so I go over and try to use the situation as a pick up line. "I just crashed my car, do you find that sexy?"
Afterwards, I try to sell the cops paintings out of my car/gallery. They don't go for it, instead discuss their love for Godard.
We get a toe and I go home and order pizza. |
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| POOOORTLUND |
[Jul. 13th, 2008|11:38 pm] |
Well I'm officially a second rate cowboy in the city. Sure I'm living with a drug dealer but I def don't have the outfit or even an in with ma boy Gus. I might be a little too old for him anywayz.
Since I have been here I've scene a documentary about queer director/painter Derek Jarman. Perhaps most notable for his film Blue & music video collaborations.
Also, last night I lost a number of people after allegedly becoming decapitated and simultaneously attacked by black people and abducted by aliens. I have no memory of the experience but I do, however, remember Tube being far to packed to dance Pi REM playing only Indian covers of MIA's 'Jimmy' (AHH CHAA!!!) and finally finding a comfortable medium in the glitchy dance traxxx of Claire Huxtable (I shinksho@ least) in the downstairs part of Rotture.
*eddie segwick appeared like a giant haired dream
Also, Friday night was Holocene's GAYCATION. I lost a flask and might be banned, but was surprised to see one of my favorite Indigo bartenders had relocated up here.
Yay for cameos.
Of course, it was hardly last year's GC without my fanny-packed beauty Miss K Beck.
...I guess I should mention my new love affair from Hopworks tonight...beautiful blonde...daring me to make it my regular monday night pub. We'll see hottie, I'm not sure you were hercules...but maybar.
P.S. I have no home or job. I'm living with Ben Carver. It's alright. He tries to make out far too much, considering the dead sexual chemistry, and he's still not gay.
But living without a reality has always been my forte. So, I hope to continue with the local reviews (though they were hardly thorough) and meaningless anecdotes...
KESSES U SHETBAG BETCHES!
to the man who sez all revolutions are doomed to fail, I say all apocalypses have their millenniums. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 5th, 2008|09:41 pm] |
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| Top 10 of 2007 |
[Dec. 19th, 2007|11:56 pm] |
MIA
I loved the artwork, the samples, the songs, the style, the flavor. MIA please get inside of me and stay forever. Please?
Animal Collective
Are they a cult because I'm willing to give them the child that Devendra and I are making.
Panda Bear
This is kinda of unfair to give similar people number two and three but what can I say I love the "Beach Boys of our generation" and sometimes feel like a panda. Let me get into the pool. I love you.
Datarock
So nerdy. I know, right? But I loved it, a lot. Let's go to computer camp and pick up chicks. Now!
Battles
I love the set design (if I can call it that) I love the sound.
Architecture in Helsinki
Where have you been all of my life? I want to rave, I want to dance, I want to where neon and parachute pants. Please come back next Halloween, this time with more black lights.
Caribou
I'm a wolf. I like animals with talent.
A Place to Bury Strangers
What is it that I can't get enough. Are they channeling Joy Division...Morrissey...whatever the noise is about it keeps shattering my silence.
Devendra Banhart
Propose and I will never leave the farm. Esp. if Gael Garcia continues to come around. Where do I write the check that I will have for you when I cash in all my worldly possessions?
Justice
Please never play that song about getting the party started right. Ever. Again. But you kick my ass otherwise. OMG especially with DFA. Let's make love.
Honorable mentions: Patrick Wolf, Of Montreal, .Adult, Liars, Glass Candy, Radiohead, Blonde Redhead, Fiery Furnaces, Bjork, I’m from Barcelona, The Black Lips, Strength, LCD Soundsytem, Deerhoof, Feist, Amy Winehouse(but only secretly); Peter Bjorn and John, Chromeo,
Undecided: Rilo Kiley, Wilco, Bright Eyes, NIN, Interpol, Mika, J-Lo
Boos: White Stripes – Icky Thumb; Arcade Fire – Neon Bible
I Wish: Air – Pocket Symphony ; The New Pornographers – Challengers; The Shins –Wincing the Night Away; Kings of Leon – Because of the Times;
+there was a lot of stuff I never got to but totally intend to. There’s always next year (which is so fucking lame of me to say.) |
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