Sunday, October 23, 2005
Not just the man who uttered the F-word on SNL's weekend update, but a whole lot more, Bangor native, Charles Rocket passed away earlier this month.
Super heroes for life until our souls vanish
When Mike Hell recommends an album that he thinks I'll like he's usually right. He was right that the newest Prefuse 73 album was a step back, the Caribou album was decent, but nothing to write home about, Paint it Black are stupid, and Blockhead is awesome, but Buckethead was not.
I wanted the DangerDoom album for a long time, but I'm always skeptical about 'concept' albums and I'm not even sure why. MadVillainy was pretty brilliant and I even really liked the last Handsome Boy Modelling School album. Maybe I simply have no taste, but aspire to possess some at a future point in time.
I broke down, splurged, and bought some underwear along with this cd. Then I spent today not wearing pants and listening to DangerDoom.
The first night in the Rocky Mountain Housing Coop was spent drinking with Mike Pelletier and downloading what we thought were the best punk rock songs ever written (for the record : D.I.-Richard Hung Himself/TheDeadBoys-I Need Lunch/Black Flag-Six Pack/Misfits-Bullet/Tupac-Hit 'Em Up). I knew then that our friendship would be forever.
Doom (the super villain to some, cooler than a "million" to others), is on a crusade. Not to dominate this world as some may have you believe, but one to aid humanity in the rebirth of a world based on love, peace & happiness - a mission that does not come without enemies. These enemies will stop at nothing to carry out their own evil agendas.
Previously known as zevlove x from the famed conscience hip-hop group KMD ("Kausin’ Much Damage"), he became a victim of circumstance when a sabotaged experiment badly damaged his image almost killing him. Missing in action and believed to be dead for almost 5 years as he recovered from his wounds, he swore revenge against the industry that so badly deformed him. Thus, Metal Face Doom was born."Faster than a speeding knife. Strong enough to please a wife. Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life". It's a word… no, a name...MF Doom is the beginning of the end of wack, one dimensional music. MF Doom and Sub Verse helping to usher in a new age of raw, multi-faceted beats rhymes & hip-hop culture.
When Mike Hell recommends an album that he thinks I'll like he's usually right. He was right that the newest Prefuse 73 album was a step back, the Caribou album was decent, but nothing to write home about, Paint it Black are stupid, and Blockhead is awesome, but Buckethead was not.
I wanted the DangerDoom album for a long time, but I'm always skeptical about 'concept' albums and I'm not even sure why. MadVillainy was pretty brilliant and I even really liked the last Handsome Boy Modelling School album. Maybe I simply have no taste, but aspire to possess some at a future point in time.
I broke down, splurged, and bought some underwear along with this cd. Then I spent today not wearing pants and listening to DangerDoom.
The first night in the Rocky Mountain Housing Coop was spent drinking with Mike Pelletier and downloading what we thought were the best punk rock songs ever written (for the record : D.I.-Richard Hung Himself/TheDeadBoys-I Need Lunch/Black Flag-Six Pack/Misfits-Bullet/Tupac-Hit 'Em Up). I knew then that our friendship would be forever.
Last night I hung out at Tribeca for the first time since it had been changed over from the Cafe Mokka. I had been there a few random times, but last night was the first time I was there for any substantial amount of time. It wasn't terrible, it was just different. When J. worked there, I used to hang out there all the time. At first it was because it was one of the few bars in the city that did punk and hardcore shows. It wasn't very often, but back then there were few bars that did shows like that. Then I hung out there because I had a major crush on J. and would walk 5 blocks out of my way just to see if she was working. It was odd to find out months later that she had done the same thing with me and the library, only her detour was substantially bigger.
Later I hung out at the Mokka because J. and I were dating and it was right around the corner from her place. The best chais I've ever had have come from that place. (Chai? What am I some sort of aspiring yuppie?) It was where we first met, it was our hangout and so I've always had a soft spot for it. It's changed quite a bit now, as J. said "It's like having a beer at the Gap."
A lot has changed in four years.
The bathroom in the upstairs portion of the bar remains relatively unchanged. The walls of the stall are still too short and you can still overhear the best conversations in the city :
"When I saw you this summer, it was like nothing had changed, you were still beautiful. You still radiated beauty and life and when I saw you with him, well you weren't any different. He didn't do anything for you...
And I remember when you told me that this was the guy you wanted to spend your life with...well...
My heart dropped...I remember the exact moment it dropped...I couldn't believe it.
I see you with him and I don't get it. He doesn't do anything for you. He's so regional."
Maybe this conversation would be touching or life altering if it didn't take places inches away from a urinal cake.
I don't really understand the comment "he's so regional", as opposed to what, National? What does "he's so regional" mean?
I stayed for a bit, tried to give some drunken dating advice ("She's talking to your friends, she's going to think they're cooler than you, you have discredit them or something." "Like what?" "I don't know maybe 'Look I'm just going to throw this out there, but Adam? Well Adam's got a membership with NAMBLA. I don't know what that means, but I just thought I'd just put that idea out there.' ") I hung out with some friends I hadn't had a proper conversation with in years and then Julia and I took a cab down to the North End and to Lachie's party.
The party was winding down so we headed off to Gus's, with Lachie in tow, to share a pitcher of beer, which seemed like a great way, at the time, to spend fourteen dollars. I would now disagree with that assessment.
Someone, not me, took advantage of the fact that Bob was at Gus's and approached Bob about some bad acid that had been sold to him nine years previous.
Things only got worse for Bob as I drunkenly pinky swore to met him at 12 noon today at Maxwell's Plum for brunch. Unfortunately I woke up ths morning, looked out the window saw the rain coming down and decided that Bob would understand my no-show due to the weather despite the fact that I did make a pinky swear.
Later I hung out at the Mokka because J. and I were dating and it was right around the corner from her place. The best chais I've ever had have come from that place. (Chai? What am I some sort of aspiring yuppie?) It was where we first met, it was our hangout and so I've always had a soft spot for it. It's changed quite a bit now, as J. said "It's like having a beer at the Gap."
A lot has changed in four years.
The bathroom in the upstairs portion of the bar remains relatively unchanged. The walls of the stall are still too short and you can still overhear the best conversations in the city :
"When I saw you this summer, it was like nothing had changed, you were still beautiful. You still radiated beauty and life and when I saw you with him, well you weren't any different. He didn't do anything for you...
And I remember when you told me that this was the guy you wanted to spend your life with...well...
My heart dropped...I remember the exact moment it dropped...I couldn't believe it.
I see you with him and I don't get it. He doesn't do anything for you. He's so regional."
Maybe this conversation would be touching or life altering if it didn't take places inches away from a urinal cake.
I don't really understand the comment "he's so regional", as opposed to what, National? What does "he's so regional" mean?
I stayed for a bit, tried to give some drunken dating advice ("She's talking to your friends, she's going to think they're cooler than you, you have discredit them or something." "Like what?" "I don't know maybe 'Look I'm just going to throw this out there, but Adam? Well Adam's got a membership with NAMBLA. I don't know what that means, but I just thought I'd just put that idea out there.' ") I hung out with some friends I hadn't had a proper conversation with in years and then Julia and I took a cab down to the North End and to Lachie's party.
The party was winding down so we headed off to Gus's, with Lachie in tow, to share a pitcher of beer, which seemed like a great way, at the time, to spend fourteen dollars. I would now disagree with that assessment.
Someone, not me, took advantage of the fact that Bob was at Gus's and approached Bob about some bad acid that had been sold to him nine years previous.
Things only got worse for Bob as I drunkenly pinky swore to met him at 12 noon today at Maxwell's Plum for brunch. Unfortunately I woke up ths morning, looked out the window saw the rain coming down and decided that Bob would understand my no-show due to the weather despite the fact that I did make a pinky swear.
