Chance governs all

Good bye

2006-11-27T21:55:30Z

i don't think i'll bother writing in here any more.
i've got nothing dramatic to report. This has effected me socially, you know. ever notice how nobody wants to talk to you unless you have something to complain about.

i end up half way through the 'guess who said what' game, spewing out some inconsiquencial quote i stupidly remembered from some innane source, and just before you can say that it was Jean Paul Satre or Thomas Jefferson or....Rick Wakeman, i dunno- you realise that no-one gives a shit because somebody looked at them the wrong way earlier that morning. It upset them and lead them to do stupid things like eating the orange flavoured sweets (which there are always too many of since NO BODY likes them AT ALL).
so...fuck it.

cheers for being my LJ buddies and all, goodbye.

bug7889 @ 2006-11-14T17:40:00

2006-11-14T17:40:49Z

http://uk.hotels.com/hotels/hotelinfo.jsp?pageName=hotAvail&cid=51553&locale=en_UK&currencyCode=GBP&passThrough=true&showInfo=true&validateDates=true&showPopUp=true&arrivalMonth=11&arrivalDay=5&departureMonth=11&departureDay=9&image1.x=27&image1.y=15&numberOfRooms=1&numberOfAdults=2&numberOfChildren=0&availability=true&submitted=true&validateCity=true&avail=true&dispCurrencyCode=null&passThrough=true&propertyType=H&mode=2&isAdvancedSearch=false&specials=false&showPopUp=true&hotelID=194734

seems nice enough.
It's a big place, so we can act like dicks if neccesry without feeling terribly guilty about it.
One double and some cots, between say three or four...that's a nice little cheap holiday. Being poor ain't so bad.

As far as Vegas goes, the Luxor is always appealing, and the Flamingo expensive 'Flamingo Go Room' has a lcd TV screen in the mirror in the bathroom. It's insanly beautiful in a 70's way. White PVC head board, Candy Stripe wall paper...electronically controlled curtians too. And i car rental place at the front desk. Only trouble is that you have to be at least 21 to book. Looks like it's going to be motel six AGAIN. So we can fall asleep to the sounds of multi-cultural arguments. maybe some porn.

bug7889 @ 2006-11-03T16:44:00

2006-11-03T16:44:08Z

My Mother used to know Ralf Steadman a la Fear and Loathing artist Hunter S. affiliate really great sketches guy.
She met him doing Plague and the Moonflower for Richard Harvey. I remember the drawing he did for that scaring the fuck out of me as a kid.
I'm so highly impressed i could cry.

Time for my Steadman icon^^

I'm so buying his book now, I saw it today and thought 'hmmm'.
wonder if i can get enormous ralf posters....
Wonder if Richard has any of his stuff that i could maybe see sometime and oggle a bit....

bug7889 @ 2006-10-26T08:53:00

2006-10-26T09:00:42Z

I feel like i've just come off of the worst cocktail of drugs imaginable.

Up all night scribbeling '5:AM BAT COUNTRY' in books and on my wall, hearing things is music i'd never heard before that kept making me have to open my eyes and check i was alone. I thought maybe Jamie was still awake and bumping around downstairs but when i checked the clock it was 5:00 am exactly.

It says 'I'm going MAD.' above my bed and i think maybe i did for a bit.
Eventually came downstairs to watch a familiar film (American Psycho) and fell asleep for maybe a half hour dreaming this one sentance that i was trapped in that looped over and over until i heard Theodore saying 'I'll finish these parts so you can...' which invaded my dream and ended with 'vomit obscenly' which i was considering because it might have helped me pass out for perhaps another half hour or so but i had to go to gus's, which is where i'm going now.

what it's like inside.

2006-10-13T22:30:22Z

Then, more recently, my kidneys started aching, which i took to be a bad sign. Thing was, it had happened once before (i nearly passed out in the toilets of the Barbican men's changing rooms) but then it just dissapated and i'd all but forgotten about it.

I went to the docters today (it was either that or take a psychology test and sit on my kidneys scribbling arse about negative-state releife models for 45 minutes) and she said 'this is not good. why not pee in this cup for me?'
so i did, and it HURT and was messy, but was tested, and was fine.

Then they diagnosed me with probable IBS (which is difficult for me to say whilst trying to project an image of a sexual being) and told me to come back later and see a proper docter, which i did, who was very quite and suggested i eat bran all the time and gave me a subscription for peppermint. ugh.

Now i have to keep a food diary, which i'm really not up for because i can just hear this-

"look, you eat nothing a bit of bread for three days, then here you have three hearty meals of pie, followed by chips, followed by chocolate cake, it's no fucking wonder. and your some sort of obease because every-one is who doesn't souly eat homogenised compost for each meal. and even though you've only had one glass of wine in about two weeks, your still on a slipperly slope to liver failure, blindness, thrush, frostbite, cancer, death and itchy feet, so try and avoid anything you enjoy, it only comes back and bites you in the arse. And we're taking your new phone. You enjoy it to much and, you know, radiation. Here's a percription for lemon sherbert, get the fuck out of my office.
And leave a tip."

ouch. innards.

2006-10-11T15:53:16Z

this is a song i wrote, with the chrods and everything so you can play it yourself in an upbeat manner at really awful parties. It's a pretty awful song.

E                                   D       C
I'm so bored of feeling sick
B                                  F
folk could say I'm sick of it
E
Food so healthy,
E7
Organs fit,
Bb                                      A
Every morning feeling SHIT.

(same chords-)

I'm so sick of feeling ill
Dodging food like it were swill
Insides crashing
at their will
Nausea building can't lie still.

It gets tiring feeling faint
dehydration body taint
booze related?
It sure ain't!
may as well be drinking paint.

I'm so sick of feeling crap
writing this self-pitying rap
then in college
sometimes snap
storm off home and take a nap.

late sundays make me chuckle.

2006-10-08T19:08:38Z

I just had to share that i've started just now an draft of drama coursework. I know it's only eight, but i may have been drinking wine. And, sherry. and i just changed my background to this:

TILED, so there's about twenty of that face all over my desk top. I'd written:

"Illustrate how the group planned for a wide range of responses from the audience

In order for a piece of theatre to have lasting value on an audience..."

then i reached for my sherry and now i cannot stop laughing at myself. God help me.

encountering the jolly locals

2006-10-04T21:10:26Z

At Hannah and Nacy's party on Saturday last we all hopped the fence to go hang out in the park.

So heading back we hear this shout of
"Look, we're not gonna hurt you or anyfink cud you please just cum ova here for a moment."
me- "Well..i'm not gonna hurt...*hic* you either, so yeah. Yeah we'll come and enjoy this mutual safe-ness."
Miranda said something nice and they had the kind of friendly conversation that i am TOTALLY incapable of.
so they chatted and told us about how they dropped out of school like we're sopposed to look and them and think, "Wow, getting back on track, that's beautiful, what strong poeple you are. In a park. In the Autumn. At...11:30. wearing puffa-gillettes."

And Ginger is trying to return to the party and hop into her Mothers car, getting her intense pain away from social situations so i say-
"Well Ginger, let's go. I'll...protect you."
for no other reason than i'd been drinking Bull's Blood. Only one of the girls stops me and this happened-

her- "Listen, i'm not bein nasty right?"
Me- "Well, neither am I, so it's all...WONDERFUL..."
her- "Yeah, i ain't bein mean but you know wot you said earlier when we were coming over we said we we'rnt gonna hurt you and you said you weren't gonna hurt us eiver?"
Me- "Yeah, thas right. It was like, a totally painless liason."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."
Me- "Ok then. I won't bother."
her- "Yeah, i ain't being nasty, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."

...well i knew Ginger was in pain, so i started the Dylan Moran bit in an attempt to cheer her up-

Me- "I know, I know, i'm not a fighter, i'm a bleeder. The best that could happen would be for me to drown some-one in my own blood."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."
Me- "..."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."

i was beginning to wonder if a needle in her brain got stuck in a groove or something. What can you say? i was standing there thinking
'...I Know. you are six feet tall and eight feet wide and your only nine years old. and the puffer Gillette you are wearing is of ugly bronzed hue. So you could kick my ass, what do you want, a fucking biscuit?'

sadly no-one could save me because Ginger was so pained she was doubling over and Miranda and Ben were outside of this little conversation. I just don't understand...People.

Bozzio strikes again.

2006-09-30T15:00:20Z

Looks like our ZPZ show wasn't the only example of Terry getting his rocks of from slamming his limbs into things.

Actually, that's a drumming injury. Zappa is dangerous music. It proves how good it is.
Dunno what Dweeze did to his finger. I haven't the patience to read the rest.

Ouch.

dealing with hangover-easy method

2006-09-21T08:32:46Z

6:45-Wake up.
some people have headaches as hangovers, but these people are inhuman. Your internal gigga-ma-jaggers will be in termoil. Try streatching your legs out for temporary relife.

6:50- Go to bathroom
6:52- Rest/read.
Lying down like this allows your illness to take full effect, so you know what you are dealing with.

7:00- move from bed to sofa. Allow nausea to build as you watch TV. Good nausea building programmes enclude educational tv for three year olds or decorating programmes with that skinny woman with red hair.
If you don't have a tv, try doing some homework. The concentration needed will work a treat.

7:30- INDUCE VOMITING!!
this is the fun part! because once you're done and you've regained conciousness, the taste and ease with which yesterday's stomach lining was rejected will guide you to your next actions.

If it is pure acid (a red wine hangover), take an antiacid and drink some cold milk.
If it is luquidy and foul (cidre, or beer) drink cold water and continue vomiting.

They say you shouldn't drink cold things during hangovers, because it is hard on the stomache to have an extreme temperature. This is bollocks. It's not exactly going to stay cold at 37 degrees C down there, and the coolness of it will help to bring down your hang-over temperature!

8:00 people are beggining to wake up, and you should be feeling better. If not, taking some cold water, go out on a very long walk, eventually crashing out on some old station side as the sickness leaves and exhaustion sets in. Depending on how pathetic you look, people may throw money at you, so you can but more water on the way home.
(note, this can actually happen, and it's such a good cause!)

of course the moral you should take away from this is -never to drink so much in the first place!
(Unless you need something to wake you up early)

oh bollocks.

2006-09-20T12:34:44Z

Paperwork problems occured, scholarships may have been disscontinued, registers were untrustworthy, a teacher was genuinely insensitive...
i ran out, i came back, my entire head was all blood-shot from the tears squeezing out of it's bloatedness. I wondered how there could be water in there i thought it was full of air.

Apparently, i don't EXISIST as a pupil at Beaumont school.
So the worst come to the worst, i'll be kicked out of lessons and have to get a job or go to college and lose EVERYTHING.
And not move out to Calif next year.
and die, full of holes. in a rain barrel.

and i can't tell my family because they'll think it was my fault (which it kind of may have been a bit due to unfortunate ignorance) and get upset and try to dabble with things and then not understand them whereas i will and they'll cry and worry. so it's being sorted (ish) and i'll see how it goes and then if it fucks up royally, i'll tell them. If not, i will wait twenty years, then mention it casually after i get them drunk and feed them lots of great food.
Theo just phoned and i couldn't tell him and it felt so exceptionally bizarre to be keeping things from him. : (

i feel woozy.

tonight, i shall drink.

death has a vesper.

2006-09-17T18:45:44Z

bug7889 @ 2006-09-17T15:55:00

2006-09-17T14:55:28Z

Dylan Moran at Hammersmith Apollo

2006-09-16T17:15:14Z

(sorry about the fun with colours. What do you expect from being ill on a saturday?)

Good god he cracks me up.
Even though with service charge three tickets cost me 65 QUID it was actually well worth it. I don't belive i've laughed so hard it gave me a headache since i was about 5 years old (but everything is so funny at that age. As Dylan has said, what are children but drunk midgets?)
And i got to go with Gus (whom i have MISSED BITTERLY) and Ben, who are very dear to me, Ben now more than ever, especially due to his BLISTERING MAN-CRUSH on Dylan.
While we were all walking home Gus and I were japing him and saying "Imagine turning around and seeing that face smiling down at you...then he sits behind you at your collage desk and braids yout hair while you're concentrating on writing...brushes past you and 'accidently' drops a flower on your desk..."
He giggled through the mist for about three minutes. Bless 'im.

The gig was being FLIMED so there was this highly distracting camera swooping over our heads through-out, plus mine and Ben's laughter is LOUD and DISTINCTIVE so Gus (the silent laugher) tells us so you can probably hear us if they put our show on DVD (fingers crossed). Listen for laughter after "then you kill her with a trowel" and "You're both all...covered in...crisps..." Because the loudest sound amoungst the tittering is either me or Ben.
This is assuming you will buy the dvd because you'd be MAD NOT TO.

It was wonderful to share japes with Gus again. We havn't shared japes since we used to skip philosophy to watch the x-files and eat jordan's....sigh...

Guess who's departure date was on the 10th?

2006-08-15T16:21:53Z

Why muggins here of course!

After being schedualed for explosion by some silly terrorists, flight aa51 made it out after about 7 hours waiting for clearance from the government of the united states.
OH SAY CAN YOU SEE and so forth.
On our plane was a man who blocked the door of the toilets so he could do pelvic thrusts in my sleeping face for honestly about two hours.
He and his wife also changed their baby ON THE SEAT in the departure lounge for all to see. And it was the whole business as well. That baby wasn't kidding.

Now i'm in los mountains running around and falling down and drinking corner street piss and chasing racoons and such for Dave Peck's Birthday.
Happy birthday him.

I hope no-one has had flight trouble.

bug7889 @ 2006-07-12T18:27:00

2006-07-12T17:51:17Z

How can i be ill?
I eat nothing but fruit. Wine counts as fruit.

Had a great Party on Monday night, Ben and Gus and Jeffs stayed over, we just watched Black Books all night and talked arse. Although the next day i was a little slice of death, i could "feel bits of my brain falling out of my ears like...wet cake." I threw up during psychology and fell asleep about 8 times. I wrote a whole two sheets with my eyes shut.

I really thought i should go easy after the weekend and all, earlier nights, meals, sobriety e.t.c. because i have these horrific bruises all over my legs from where i've fallen gracefully down the stairs in my new white go-go boots. It's all shades of wonder, like a calming hippie painting. There was such an anemic amount of blood eminating from my ankle, my knee, my ear etc i decided to take some healing time. But that's kind of fallen through because i have this sort of cloud over me in the form of a conciusness-disstorting sinus-bashing throat-rotting cold.

I was actually unreasonable in Drama today.
Although, between you and me a cirtain person is GETTING ON MY NERVES and i always seem to end up working with said hormonal thorn. It's sad because i know i can be good at drama, but i'm such a blank lately. I have only the urge to write about nothing. Anyway, we pissed her off by shouting "ROWEEEENA!" and jumping around with our ankles behind our necks, so that vented a little.

So i'm chomping on some ten year old super-ted pills that have warped with decrepancy and drinking some fizzy-fizzy-maky-feel-better. If i sleep once in a while instead of watching Bill Baily and Irish related comedy then i may just heal up and stop feeling sorry for myself and do something of worth and significance to some-one. Then again, i'm rather strung out, and i've just lost a DVD to it's rightful owner.

So how is every one?

aspects of this tale are slightly embelished.

2006-07-08T08:26:23Z

I Stayed at ginger's last night. When i woke up i realised one side of me was damp, i don't know quite why.
I went out walking is some strange sort of daze with a cup in one hand full of paracetamol water. I looked like Bill Baily, on ritilin. With a C-cup.
"You're up bright and early!"
"Well observed."
"Where you headed?"
I sort of squinted at him. I wondered for a moment if he was really there.
"I'm looking for some place nice. To throw-up."
There was a pregnant lady near by who was watching me with disdain. I had dark circles that could choke a small mule.
"Stop it." I said. She sort of looked around. "I know what your thinking, but kids can turn out alot worse than me. I may be hallucinating but at least i'm still a virgin."
And it was true, i was hallucinating (always good for a laugh) because i could hear Gus and i knew she wasn't there. And i thought the noise of a dove was a bloke.

I was just being a right wanker.
I'm a disgusting annatractive person. I'm dirty and totally unabashed. I'm polite but i don't really care. I'm a smelly pirate hooker, drunken tripping escapist mammal. I'm not selfish but i'm TOTALLY self obssesed.
I feel great today. I really feel like i can inflict myself on people because i know i'm not really a wanker, i'm just putting it on for japes. What i'd really like is to sleep.
I may just do that.
See you later, Ginger.

thank god for putting the picture option back up

2006-07-05T17:00:58Z

Type your cut contents here.

That's right folks, It's that time again!

2006-07-02T16:30:20Z

Tommorow, after first lesson i'm buggering off to Reading for the Red Hot Chili Peppper's concert with Jamie, Dale and Bellshine.

I've already missed two stints of Philosophy and Ethics, so i have the feeling i'll get severely pink-slipped unless one of you kind friends tells Bates and Eugene that I have an Appointment at the Family Planning clinic or something. I'd be very greatful.

The fun news is,
Went to see RH and GP and JW and some crazy weird prucussionist who talks to himself and makes buzzing noises while he plays, and Richard says he's got a new film for Punky to work on.

It's a documentary style comedy by FilmFour about the assasination of George.W.Bush.
Jape-ery.

She's also supposed to be doing the music on a new film where the composer is Nick Lenny Smith who did-....Pirates of the Carribean.

Cool, huh?
i'll keep posted about RHCP.

bug7889 @ 2006-06-07T22:15:00

2006-06-07T21:25:35Z

I got stufff i wanna say but i can't be arsed to write it right now.

It's mainly a load of arse anout my life.
Which is thrilling to me, at least....

....arf.

hope these come out...

Joe, who filmed my shirt.

Napolean, who likes to appear places.

]

*crying a bit*

And me, with my exceptional fasion sense at scottish burns night round Ginger's.

cheers for the expedition shots, Navigator. See you tommorow. Or today, if i'm there already.

To say it was the most amazing thing i'll ever see is an understatement.

2006-06-03T11:42:35Z

I'm standing outside with the people i've been laughing with for the past hour (London's Finest Crazy Persons) watching Steve Vai smiling as he writes his name on my ticket-stub. I'm really quite glad i have something i want to say to him.
"Steve, I just wanna say..."
There must have been something in my tone that i didn't intend, because not only did Steve lose the smile on his face and look up from his autograph, but it seemed to me like the other finest crazy persons waiting for their turn pricked their ears up. I continued.
"...Just, thank you so much, on behalf of my generation, for giving us the oppertunity to see this. It really ment alot to me to hear this music live, so, thank you so much."
Stevie smilled and handed me back my ticket-stub, which i didn't look at. I was suddenly aware of how perfectly rectangular the hair under his lip is. That close up, he didn't even begin to look his age. He looked like some great dark angel of music with unbeilevable features. His skin is so tight over his cheek-bones that his cheeks actually crease when he smiles.
"Well," he said, and instantly the American accent i had so totally lost came rushing back to distort my vocal chords. "Thank you for coming..." he said a bit more of thanks and about the perpose of the show or soemthing, my mind has dissplaced it for some reason.
Looking at his face i'm seeing him playing right up frount with Dweezil in a deul/duet of virtuoso guitarism.
"You should hang around a while longer and wait for Dweezil, you should tell him that because it really means alot to him to see younger audiance members at these shows."
We're holding hands at this point, and i want to feel it better so i cup his with my right hand as well.
"Alrite, I will."
"OK?"
"Yeah, thanks again."
"Thank you."
So i back of so others can get to the living ledgend, GRINNING to say the least. Steve is wandering around amongst the small number of us hanging outside the stage door doing photographs and such like. Suddenly im back with the prospect of leaving because we'll definitly miss our last train unless we move sharpish; i've already bullied Tobey into waiting about a half hour longer for Vai, and i know my brother isn't keen on leaving either.
"Ok, now we really should go."
Said Tobey.
"Look, Tobey, i'm really sorry, i can give you your ticket if you want, but Steve just asked me to stick around and wait for Dweezil. I'm not going to say no to Steve Vai, OK?" I noticed some of the crazy persons intrigued by this, and i reveled in it.
"Really? What did he say." I grinned.

I want to point out right away that Terry-Ted Bozzio, that cute little drummer didn't make it. I heard from the crazy persons that he shut his hand in a car door and was unable to play. I can't imagine why he would do such a thing. 'The ultimate rush' perhaps, you know how these rock stars are.
So we got the signiatures of various band members, chatted and such like, then out came Dweezil (who, i'd like to remind you all, is named after a spastic toe), so i hopped up to give him my speech.
"Steve Vai asked me to hang around to say (*hey, steve asked me, he he*)...um, just to say thank you so much for giving...the people of my generation the oppertunity to hear this music live."
"oh..." He suddenly became painfully slow in signing my autograph. i went on.
"I mean, i for one never thought i'd hear this music live, it's really meant alot to me, so...thanks."
He finally looked up. He gave me back my ticket-stub, dampened with the sweat of great musicians, smilled, then looked quite serious.
"Well, this is what we aimed for with the show, i'm glad to be able to bring it to you."
Again, he said some more that i dont remember. I do remember the feeling of his hand, the flash of his Zappa eyes...you know girly shit. This memory always brings back the image of the look on his face at two moments-
One, they pulled a screen down and made use of the zenochrany Frank used, they showed footage of Frank soloing live and played only the solo recoerded from that concert whilst the live band played the back up for Chunga's Basement. Dweeze was watching his Dad, then looking out at the faces in the audience with this kind of mournful smile as we all gazed with utter love and admiration at Frank Zappa. I think i fell in some-kind-of-love with Dweezil just then.
Two, His face at the beggining of Sofa 2 as he tried desperately hard not to cry. Steve came slithering across the stage to play closer to him, he kinda smiled weakly and rubbed his mouth.
"...We'll be back. Hope to see you again at the next tour."

Diva was there, resplendant in pink lace, long skirt, poncho, faerie wings and about five different colors in her hair (Mc Fly moment, any-one? ) She's such a cutie, i want to hug her. In fact, i wish i had have done, because she really wouldn't have minded. She looked chuffed that people even recognised her (i didn't, actually. one of the crazy persons mentioned she was around with wings attached.).

Hmm, what else.
I had a good ol' chat with the drummer (not Terry but infinitly brilliant and friendly all the same) while i was waiting for Jamie and Tobey to have their way with the Zappa bloodline (Da Vinci Code moment, any-one?). He and the rest of the band were oggeling my shirt, so i told them i'd only seen it in this one place in camden for five pounds, not even online or anything. He said he'd bought the same one from OXFORD STREET in 1983. He was running around with a filming camera and asked to film my shirt. I did a dance and said 'Only a Fiver!' which amused the band, which made me feel special.

I practiacally tripped over Napolean Murphy Brock. He has WAAAAY too much energy for a guy his age. "Smooties every morning, vegetable juice every afternoon and basket ball twice a week."
Also, he said that they ARE FINALLY relaseing Roxy and Elsewhere on DVD! it will also enclude Montana and Dupree's Paradise, they showed us the footage. The latter involoved Bruce Fowler being absolutly ridiculous with pieces of trombone. You'll love it. It's a way of life.
So there you are, you heard it from the mouth of NMB himself.

We had by this point totally missed our train. I couldn't find the boys amougst rock stars and crazy persons (even though there wer'ent many). Diva was standing there smiling at me, so i told her we'd missed our train and we were screwed. She was sympathetic. I laughed.

When i phoned Punky to say
Me- "I'm really sorry we missed the last train. But Steve Vai asked me to wait for Dweezil, so that's what i did. I couldn't say no to Steve."
P- "Sigh. Ok. Well, where are you now?" she sounded a little irritated. I looked up. Diva was smiling at me again and i caught Dweezil's eye.
Me- "I'm standing amongst various Zappa children outside the Albert Hall."
P-"....you mean your actually with them NOW?" What ever tone she had was gone. She was impressed.

She came to pick us up in the end. As we were walking down the streets i said.
"Napolean Murphy Brock man, what a total ledgend..."
Jamie shouted.
"GOOD NIGHT MR. BROCK!!!"
at which point i practically triped right over him again as he sprang out of no-where.
Mr Brock took a bow and we said our good nights.

The Show It'self
So we were lacking Terry Bozzio, which was ok.
Every musiciain was encredible, absolutly top form.
Every song was one of my favourites, ie. florentine pogen, peaches, oh no/son of orange county e.t.c.
During King Kong, Dweezil did the Zappa freak-out bit which i have ALWAYS wanted to see live and was hiliarious. They also played 'Louie Louie' on the giant Albert hall organ, which was really special and very funny. Then in the middle of king kong, they took the piss out of techno, then played Pink Panther and The Twilight Zone, i was just rolling around.
Dweezil's intonation, the way he speaks, choice of words, every thing is just SOOOO like Frank. He dosen't have the same pitch by any means, but my god was ever weird to hear him speak like that. Even the way he looks when he plays. He's very calm when soloing just like Frank. When he was up with Steve Vai in a deul/duet, the contrast was funny. We all know the starnge and wonderful things that happen to Steve's face when he plays, none of that from Dweeze.
They both played some amazing beautiful solo's.
Napolean was absolute dynamite (HA! geddit?) for the whole show. During Cheepniss he was a man possesed, doing crazy dancing and just generally throwing him self around in a way you would never expect from a man of his years. He has to be at least what, 55 now?
I should also mention that they didtched the whole idea on an encore. Dweezil decided it was a stupid idea.
"We're gonna just do away with this...chiacanery of...'Dissapearing' for a while. So we're just gonna keep on playing."
During a percussion solo, there was this cry of 'Bongo Fury' from the back of the auditorium.
The lighting rig was the biggest i've ever seen; it was in the shape of a 'Z'.
*many sighs of joy*. I'll never see anything this ggod again...untill they come back. ; )

Don't you be terrified...
"This is it London."
It's just a token of my extreem...
"We want to thank you all again for coming."
Don't you be Tarot-fied...
"And of course thanks to my dad, with out who's music none of this would be possible."
It's just a token of my extreem...
Good night!

bug7889 @ 2006-06-01T22:33:00

2006-06-01T21:51:53Z

"I’ll actually go as far as to say it has been among the best concerts I’ve ever seen.
The band was great, Bozzio was great, Napoleon was great and Dweezil was great. And not to mention Steve Vai, gee, I didn’t know he could play like taht, yes I knew he was good, but yesterday at the concert was just fantastic!

OK, here’s the Set list for those who want to read it:

Falconer Salen, Copenhagen, Denmark 17th may 2006

It’s pretty much the same as in Amsterdam, but here goes:

Help, I’m a Rock
Hungry Freaks, Daddy
Let’s Make the Water Turn Black
Florentine Pogen
Pygmy Twylyte
Idiot Bastard Son
Cheepnis
King Kong with Filthy Habits
Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow
St-Alphonzo’s Pancake Breakfast
Inca Roads

-This first half was all with Napoleon.

I’m so Cute (TB)
Trying to grow a Chin (TB)
City of Tiny Lights (TB+NMB)
Punky’s Whips (TB)
The Black Page pt. 1 (TB)
The Black Page pt. 2 (TB+ SV)
Peaches en Regalia (SV+NMB)
Montana (SV+NMB)
Village of the Sun (SV+NMB)
Echidna’s Arf (of you) (SV+NMB)
Zomby Woof (SV+NMB)
Sofa (SV+NMB)

Encore, which really wasn’t an encore because Dweezil said they’d be back…

Camarillo Brillo (NMB)
The Orange Couty Lumber Truck (NMB)
Trouble Every Day (TB+SV+NMB)
A Token of his Extreme (TB+SV+NMB)"

It's tomorrow, i'm so freaking psyched.
I can't believe the folks we're getting. I knew Steve Vai was going to be there, which is amazing but BOZZIO and NAPOLEAN TOO???
The set lists for each concert is pretty much the same, all except the encores keep getting longer and longer....*SPOO*

They're showing footage of Montana and Dupree's Paridise from the Roxy and Elsewhere shows (rumour has it that this is a bulid up to having a DVD of the concert released. Keep breathing, people.)
The whole idea of the sound is to be as much like those 70's shows (lalala) as possible.
I will tell all tommorow.

Also, as far as shows go, i might be able to get tickets to go see RHCP again at the end of summer, in the LA forum on 31st of august.
GEAR.

"By jove Biggles," ejaculated Bertie "Who's your Nazi friend?"

2006-05-20T14:49:19Z

For all the time i spend during psycholgy revision insulting Freud and the entire Psychodynamic appraoch in general, i'm not so sure there's not some thing in it.

I was writing on my knuckels, and wanted something a little more original than the standard '{l}{o}{v}{e} {h}{a}{t}{e}' (or '{l}{o}{v}{e} {l}{o}{v}{e}' if you are a beautiful and wonderous bass player).

It only occured to me when i saw the marks from where i'd been gnawing on my wrist out of instense distain for 'theories of attachment' combined with the '{B}{I}{T}{E} {C}{H}{E}{W}' on my knuckles that i may have an ORAL FIXATION.

any-way, fuck Freud and all that. Hope y'all are having fun.
Choding it up at the Fighting Cocks, what smitters?

Oh holy cow

2006-05-16T18:20:36Z

Theodore has actually outdone himself.

Him and the lads at MundanischeKunst had a lunch today, which consisted of three grown men making a cake, chopping it up with an axe, then getting into bed together.
There are pictures on the website.
I'd like to point out at this point that there was no sex or anything of that nature, just some seriously weird musicians.

You thought Keith Richards was weird.

I wonder about my future. Am i destined for similar oddacities? Shall i spend my time surrounded by alcahol, living it up with a plain girl who's parents never cared and a homosexual nudist who spends his time prancing in a pink frilly apron?
Will i smoke recreational crack twice a week and pour over how great i'll be one day with two skinny lads with track-marks and brunette who is emotionally unreachable?

Helluva ride, i'm excited.

About Da Vinci Code

2006-05-07T21:55:35Z

Yeah, now that the Catholic uproar is old news, there's a new problem.

Basically, the wonderful folks in the cencorship dept. have decided that the music is 'too creepy for the film's 12a certificate'.
So they've got to go back and edit it, the films out 19th (i think??) of may so they can't exactly re-record an up-beat version (with muted trumpets, wha-oo-wha-oo)

Mr Fowler and Mr Graham .P. are gonna be PISSED.......