Nothing says class like buying a small bottle of whiskey and shoving into your crotch to smuggle it into a music festival. The festival organisers are asking for this though: if they're gonna make me pay 5.50$ for less-than-a-bottle of crappy beer, I think it's okay for me to do that. Maybe the group of women, who saw me stick my hand shamelessly and completely down into my junk to retrieve the bottle after clearing security, were a bit shocked, but I'll forgive them. We all need to make allowances, right?
PS: Prodige are my most favorite briefs ever.
On a different note, if Girl Talk ever makes its way to where you live, buy tickets. He (no, I have no idea why he chose the name Girl Talk) is the most phenomenal live act. It was completely worth skipping over live ColdPlay to see him. The entire hour+ was just a wild dancefest, with the audience dancing on-stage, giant inflatable beach balls, confetti, inflattable tubes, toilet paper, exploding balls with money (yes, real money) and fireworks in every direction. Two days after the festival, my body still physically hurts from the amount of funk that was coarsing through it and being released as body gyrations.
And for another complete shift in post direction:
Awww, Liz still luvs me.
Awww, Oldest Brother was briefly in town and still loves making fake smiles when I try to take his photo.
Awww, Mike & Mike's Girlfriend are cute - though even better: he's actually regularly & often appearing in our lives again!
Friend's friend: Oh god, I love Misstress Barbara! There's no chance of me missing the next time she's at Piknik Électronik!
Me: I'm sorry to be a hater, here, but I saw her two years ago at a club and she was absolutely awful. I don't get why people say she's so amazing.
Misstress Barbara - I'm Running
Since that conversation on Friday (I actually briefly left my house! And my feet regretted it the next 2 days!), I decided to check up on that Misstress Barbara. It seems that she has pleasantly surprised me. Her new track (above) is pretty good. I'm actually excited to buy download her new album.
The only reason I did go to that Misstress Barbara performance, 2 years ago, was because of this really cool lesbian, Brazilian, exchange student whom Alicia and I met at our university. She told us it would be the greatest night of our lives. Although the music disappointed, just seeing this friend was entertainment enough. Brazilian stereotypes do stand true. They're hot in every possible manner: their looks, their style, their moves and their words.
As I recall, my Brazilian friend put her hands up in the air and used them like human antennas, to find the perfect place in the room where the sound from every speaker was just right. My ears are shot, but apparently she could feel the difference enough to locate the club's sweet spot, before busting out her moves.
Man, Brazilians actually have 3 parents: a Mom, a Dad, and Music. I takes all 3 to nurture one of those super babies.
I've wondered about whatever happened to her. She obviously went back to Brazil, but I'd be surprised if she isn't gallivanting across the world right now. Nothing could stop that wild one. She was always encouraging me to follow her lead and to hook up with lots of strangers. According to her, I wasn't living life and going wild enough for her! I prefer to think that I live it up, even if I don't look to physically throw myself at anyone...although it's been known to happen.
Of course, she only ever told me this after she finally accepted I was gay and gave up on thinking that Alicia and I were actually dating.
Oh god my legs are sore and I am sunburned. It's great.
I was checking out all the SXSW music venues and bands for 8 hours today. I got really into a couple of acts - too bad they never said their names and I didn't try to plan out which bands to see.
My favorite music venue for music was handing out free beer all afternoon. The only thing that stopped me from going nuts was my promise to meet up with Older Brother after his work. I would have felt bad if I had been incoherent - so I held back and also took an hour to sober-up in a Whole Foods store. Mmmmm, I love potato salad.
Argh, so many hot guys here. Argh, so many not-so-hot people too. I felt like a perv today because I couldn't stop eyeing up this shirtless 18 (?) year old kid. Damn tattoos of his.
The acts and venues have been planed out for tomorrow, so I am ready for a world wind tour of Austin on my brother's bike. Passion Pit,K'Naan, Holy Fuck, Cold War Kids, Cut Off Your Hands, Peter Bjorn & John and others.
I've been trying to figure out how to talk to him on a friendship-level. He seems to bent on being a "good host" right now: showing me around Austin and giving me advice of what to see and where to eat. I've tried joking around about the normal nonsense I say, but he seems to just smile and nod. I suppose he's no used my personality or nonsense-humor style. I'm sure he'll eventually come around.
A last minute decision led me to the Of Montreal concert tonight. I went alone but ran into two groups of friends there, so my courage for attending a concert alone was mooted out. Obviously, it was great to have someone to talk with, in between the opening band and the actual show.
If you are ever "on the fence" about going to an Of Montreal show, just go for it. Their show was phenomenal. I didn't even get the chance to download buy their newest cd, so I didn't recognize a bunch of the songs and it was still amazing. They don't just perform the songs, they have this whole theatrical show going on at the same time. There's a team of "actors" performing the weirdest shit in the oddest, constantly changing costumes. They also have a giant screen flashingflashing different pictures or animations all the time. It's just so much fun.
The lead singer even does a bunch of costume changes, including running around in a speedo, painting himself red, dressing up as a centaur (someone else is the butt) and coming out in a coffin, which changes into him being naked but covered in whip cream. Such a good show!
Whipped cream singer, with wind-blower shooting feathers everywhere
The singer sure does have a pretty good body too. Probably because of all the drugs, but still very nice.
PS: Prodige are my most favorite briefs ever.
Awww, Liz still luvs me.
Awww, Oldest Brother was briefly in town and still loves making fake smiles when I try to take his photo.
Awww, Mike & Mike's Girlfriend are cute - though even better: he's actually regularly & often appearing in our lives again!
