I've allowed this blog to sit idle too long blah blah blah. Forgive me blah blah blah.
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Last night: Concert. Up first was Ego Likeness, an acceptably heavy Industrialish Techno/Dance three person Electronca act. Following them was the mistake that is the band A.C.Slade (note: this is the lead singers name, and whenever he said this it was preempted by the phrase 'I am' and no reference to the band). Now, follow me here, I was unaware that Emo/Scene and Punk had ever crossed streams, and yet I was forced to let it make violently loud noise at me.
It was like Fugazi (a perfectly decent punk band in all respects) went into a hot topic and wholly consumed a rail-thin kid wearing his sisters cloths and buying a copy of Twilight with $2 bills and then shat out a band. Seriously.
A fresh beer and some off color banter with my compatriots, Adam and Dan, got us back in the proper mindset for our next act: Black Light Burns. I'm sure its been said before and will be again but GODDAMN does Mr Borland put on a good show. Energy. Craziness. Flying water bottles. An absurd handlebar mustache. An outfit straight out of Gangs of New York. It was good like DAMN.
The technical headliner of the evening was Combichrist. Abusively heavy Industrial basslines. Blindingly psychotic light show. The always fun Show Drummer (a favorite of Mr. Portier). IDM at its finest, had the whole place moving. It was great until the Niq got shaky and lightheaded and we decided to call it a night a few songs early. It was a moderately great show.
Today: Day One of Katsucon. Started the day by twisting my ankle pretty savagely before the drive to D.C. Stood in a predictably long line, an hour or so I'd guess. Not fun, but not overly taxing. First order of business was to visit Mookie and have him sign my badge (rapidly becoming a tradition). Bought a Totoro plush, a Domo-Kun tee, and an awesomely creepy vented leather and chrome mask. Lunch was partaken at the Maid Cafe. Mr Portier missed the bulk of the day, but he will be there all weekend. As I have to work almost all of Sat, I'll be missing that chunk of the Con. Ill be there to witness the close on Sun though.
Right well, that's that.
I'll post more on Sun.
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If the Almighty were to rebuild the world and asked me for advice, [...] the atmosphere would be such that anything which attempted to fly would be set on fire. ~ Winston Churchill
Yeah, its kinda like that.
'When I was a kid I used to spend summers on my uncle's farm. And he had this plow horse he used to work with everyday. He really loved that plow horse. One summer she came up lame. It could barely stand. The vet offered to put her down. You know what my uncle said?' [...] 'He said, why would I ask somebody else to kill a horse that belonged to me?' ~ Rob Redford in 'Spy Game'
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There are only two real tragedies in life. One is not getting what you want. The other is getting it. ~ Nick Cage in 'Lord Of War'
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