early mornings, late nights.
i bought two tix for los campesinos! in nola about a month ago, forgetting about coursework and my wednesday morning teaching schedule. worse yet, i bought chicago mel a ticket (without asking) and she had to teach this a.m. at 8.
painful.
luckily, she’s not a pain in the ass (a credit to her race, really), and once you get out of your car in new orleans and start walking around you are quickly reminded that 1) you are alive and 2) it’s all going to be alright.
the club they played at was called ‘one eyed jacks.’ we kind of got turned around when we parked, and after walking around rather blindly for a bit, i decided to stick my head in this bar to see if someone knew where one eyed jacks was.
of all the bars in the quarter that i could have walked into to ask directions to one eyed jacks, i walked into … one eyed jacks.
‘serendipitous!’, the door man called it.
that’s one word for it …
the show was great.
during the band’s last song, i turned to say something to chicago, and when i turned back around this guy was standing next to me.
moments later he punctuated a lyric in a song that was something like ‘a chop to the head’ by giving me a chop to the head. it was a gentle chop, though, and very loving.
here’s the top of the head of kelly, the lovely t-shirt girl …
oh! post show, i almost forgot. right after i got out of a conversation with a really nice guy named david at the bar that got uncomfortable for him when he asked me, ‘you’re gay, right?’, i started talking with neil, the guitarist of los camps. lovely chap (that’s how they say it, right?) we learned, among other things, that he studied english at uni. sorted. we teach english at uni. we talked about stage mixes and pavement (i was impressed with their cover of ‘box elder’ towards the end of the set), and then mel and i had to split. we said goodbye, and as he walked away, he turned and said, ‘and thanks for comparing us to pavement!’
pretty sweet, really …
anyway, if you don’t have ‘we are beautiful, we are doomed’ you need it. really, you need it.
thanks, hooch for the turn on. i owe you a few …
say hi to kelly in st. louis. she’s on the lookout for you. and neil is the taller, brown haired guitar player. tell him mel and i both survived to teach our morning classes.
as a post script, i think i’ve almost got enough of these to make a calendar …
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if there is a word to describe my experience thus far with los camps, and their increasing connection to pavement, it would be serendipity.
i was standing in the record store we went to when you were here, telling the clerk, who i knew hates pavement but loves every band influenced by pavement, that i really needed a new pavement in my life, a very amateurish attempt at quality record store convo, i realize, but you know what i meant, and apparently so did she, because she handed me ‘hold on now, youngster’, (los camps other full length that belongs on the top two albums of 2008 btw). it didn’t leave my player for about fifty consecutive listens. literally. kinda like crkd rain.
then i go to their myspace page. first listed influence -pavement.
then i hear their cover of ‘frontwards’ on an ep.
then i almost compared them to pavement in my post last night to illustrate my incredible sincerity to other visitors when i say they are next coolest band in the world, but decided no one wants to hear about fucking pavement, so i didn’t.
then you had a convo with a los camps member about pavement.
seren-fucking-dipity.
i can’t wait for next wednesday.
alos, i’ll buy a calender if you put a picture of mel drinking a beer while riding a horse on the cover.
sorry my comments are longer than your posts. i guess i need my own blog.
one of my favorite activities is shitting on responsibility in favor of living life. good on ya.
hooch, trust me, you’re going to have a ball at the show. chicago, i guess we need to find you a horse. you know what i mean (and don’t tell bridgette). white, you always understand. and tell that broad with the apple what it means to live in a civilization for fuck’s sake. jesus.
can you believe that? she’s supposedly an educated person. she also had a tupperware container with some raw food in it that included half an avocado and some nuts. fuck that shit man.
next class, you should show her how it’s done. stop by the rustic on the way in. get 20, medium and crispy. wash ‘em down with a couple long necks, ice cold. leave the bones sitting in your desk throughout the class. belch often. fart if you must …