Dave Matthews, Big Deal, I really enjoyed the concert
So fuck you guys. Let me start off by saying that. Now that we have that out of the way. I had two tickets to the DMB concert at the Greek Theater in Berkeley. The person who was going to go with me decided they couldn’t. So I had an extra ticket.
After some hemming and hawing I put it up on Craiglist. I picked not the first respondant, but just one I felt I liked best. We setup a time to meet. So I go to my friend Jon’s house, and we leave. I am observing Ramadan mind you and it’s fucking hot out here in Brentwood. Anyways, we get on BART and go. We take the realy long walk from BART to the theater because none of us know how to get there. We were shooting to be there by 5pm. We didn’t get there until 5:30PM.
The line is fucking huge….Oh wait, we walked by the Berkeley Tree Sitters, and some go with a piece of cardboard the size of an 8.5″x11″ paper, had Orinda Bowl written on it in Black Sharpie, was yelling at us because we like our plastic grocery stores whereas he lives in the Orinda woods.
Anyways, the line is fucking huge, and I was supposed to meet up with CL dude way earlier. So I call him, and it turns out he’s in the other line, I ask if we can crash the line where he is and he says sure. We find him, and it turns out this other guy we’re with, Ross, knows the guy who I’m selling my ticket to. Weird.
So we get awesome seats because CL guy held our spot in line from 2:30PM. Shit. So anyways, Sharon Jones was pretty good, but she couldn’t get the crowd really going, because they are mostly white. Nothing will take the soul out of a room more than a bunch of white people.
Sharon Jones was a really good showman and got people from the crowd up on the stage which was cool. She left, and I am really hungry at this point. Really thirsty, but it’s not sun down yet. DMB comes on at the moment it’s sun down, which is convenient for me because I get to eat while the show is going. It starts with some song, and they do others.
What struck me about this concert was how good it was. It wasn’t the best I’ve seen, but with a crowd of only 3,000 people, it was one of the best. The band was into the crowd. The crowd was singing all the songs, but not in an obnoxious way. At first I questioned the merits of going to a concert where all the crowd knows all the lyrics. But then I said to myself, fuck that, it’s cool.
On one of the songs, the crowd started the lyrics before Dave could, so Dave let the crowd finish up the song. Which was cool. DMB covered Money and Sledgehammer, and they held a moment of “we’re sad leroi died.” Tim Reynolds played his electric guitar with his teeth during the final song which was Watchtower, that was cool.
Am I gay for liking DMB? Possibly. But if liking DMB makes me gay I don’t want to be straight.
Deathrace a la Jason Statham
So I had my hesitation’s about watching this movie. I thought, hey, I’ll download this. It was a mistake to not watch this the theaters. I’m an idiot. You know why this movie is good?
It doesn’t try to justify anything. No explanations. That’s what I need in a movie, and that’s what I need in comics.
I can shoot bullets from my eyes, you know why? No. You don’t, because I’m shooting bullets out of my fucking eyes. That’s what you’re concerned with right now. And that’s what this movie does, it makes you shoot bullets out of your eyes.
Stewart is pretty good too
K…I don’t care about Palin
…and I don’t think this is super-funny. But I couldn’t help smiling during it.
Thursdays tend to be the roughest of all work days
I am at my job right now and thinking about how I could really benefit from an in-office wet bar. I would really appreaciate one of those right now.
Wednesday is pretty hard to, but Thursdays I really feel the insignificant existance that I am clumsily trodding through.
Work on Thursday is quite unbearable, the smallest of events always seem blown out of proportion, and I then react violently in my head.
Or audibly. With outbursts like, “There needs to be a wet bar in here,” or “Thursday’s are when the volume of banality is set to 11.”
I just can’t deal with questions like, “Do you realize that X is like this?” Yes, I do. “Well did you think about Y?” Yes, I did. “And so you’re confident that Z will be the result?” UGH, YES Z is going to be the result! What do you take me for?! Why do you always have to question everything we do here? Can’t there be a moment of, “Good Job! And don’t worry, we’re not going to try to tear it apart and see where it went wonrg, we trust you at your word.”
Nope, not at my job. Nothing is good enough, that’s why I like to fly at 90%, that way I’m still fulfilling the nothing is good enough thing to it’s very spirit.
Repeat after me:
Everyone always asks me…
What’s it like being Persian? Well let me tell you, it’s exactly like this:
Let’s start a trend that doesn’t kill us
Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization
What goes through T-Dub’s mind…
When he watches the olympics
On weddings and stuff
So this past weekend I experienced a few things. One, being drunk a lot. Two, various thoughts that make you surprised at yourself. Three, returning alcohol. So let’s see, the weekend started on Thursday night for me. I escorted Hamed and his Packard to Sonoma. We didn’t get in until 10:30pm. Sonoma is a small-ass-town. Tiny. Where am I going with this post? Oh yea, people who are getting married and are in love with each other are precious. Really.
I am going to move away for a little while. I’ve got to apply to law school. I almost got into a fight in a bar in Sonoma. I thought I had a lot to write. I don’t. I was going to right some really profound shit but really there is no urge. My thoughts are on selling my stuffs and getting out of dodge right now. Meet you guys in Bergamo.
