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A brief note on drugs [12 Jun 2001|11:19am]

Yesterday Lonely Monday Morning was stuck in my head all day. Poor Snow.

lonely lonely lonely monday morning

and ah didn't have NOOOO COMPANEEEEEE

"Lonely Monday Morning" was on the backside of "Informer", Snow's big hit. My friend Greg played that tape a lot in high school. We would roll up and down the block in his beat-up Camero, looking for something to do. Everybody's got songs associated with particular times & places and for me, Decatur Blvd. in 1995 was all about L.M.M.

Greg was very into his sound system. He had military-grade subwoofers. You know how sometimes a car will roll by and the bass will be so ridiculously loud that windows start to rattle and you can feel your clothes vibrating? His car was like that.

Haha, I remember one time he was playing something-- very heavy, BOOM BOOM BOOM, and I asked him what it was. He replied, "Bass." Well yes there is certainly bass in this music, but who's the group? "It's just bass, man." He handed me the CD. It was a compilation, "Best of Bass Vol. 4." All the artists had names like "Bass2Dark" and "Basstronic" and "Bass Crew".

enough of the distant past, let's get to the recent past. as usual i do weekend update. you will eat it and LIKE IT

friday

so tired. i've been very sleep deprived in the last few weeks, but only cos life has been fun & busy. anyway after work i took a bronchaid to wake me up. do you know about these? i didn't until the 2000 new years funfest in genoa, w/ graham & co. Man that was an educational week-- i learned all kinds of things, such as the salutory effects of bronchodialators. the idea is, you get a lot more oxygen with each breath once you've popped one. the effect is to make you feel hyperalert, like 10 cups of coffee. they really work. it's a bit sleazy somehow (i think eminem penned a song extolling the virtues of mini-thins, or at least making reference to them) but sometimes one must go that route.

we ate pizza at the pizza place on arguello where all the softball leaguers hang out. watched the lakers beat up on the 76ers, argued with waitress about whether or not you can combine pesto and tomato sauce on a pizza. (you can.) then off to cinerama @ great american music hall.

it was the first time i'd been to g.a.m.h. it looks like the fillmore, but smaller and slightly tackier. lots of gilded ornamentation. the guy from cinerama compared it to a brothel, which i wouldn't know but it sounds about right.

the show was really good. i hadn't heard britpop in forever. i'm a sucker for harmonizing & powerchords, and brit rock stars are always interesting. the cinerama guy (i'm too lazy to look up his name) looked like a prototypical b.r.s. -- he had jowls, he had a bowl hair cut, he even had dry witty repartee on the mic! i wish more singers were like that, as opposed to [drone] "this next one is the first song from our new album" (imagine the beastie boys sample, those lads do have a sense of humor)

i was starting to feel kind of lightheaded by the time the show ended. maybe drinking & bronchaid don't mix? no, but it was good. i sank 200 feet into my bed and that was a nice end to the night.

finish this later, i'm off to farmer's market for yellow flesh nectarines and god knows what else!


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tiki bars etc [12 Jun 2001|12:35pm]

ok i'm back. i bought pristine peaches and succulent strawberries and tempting tofu salad and an orgasmic organic burrito. the farmer's market has gotten huge. i love summer. i'm riding some kind of crazy high today, despite waking up at 5AM for frickin' east coast coordination. i don't see why East Coast Lady can't just get in late.

ok, weekend update continued (dont you dare doze off... man you've already dozed off. even i'm dozing off. but it's for the record)

saturday

slept till noon, made my room immaculate. i finally put up all those black and white album covers i bought at the record store across the street. i haven't listened to the records, it's just the art i wanted. my favorite is the john lennon/yoko ono album where they're kissing. it's just a lovely photo. also billy joel, boz scaggs and others.

dinner w/ baycrew + amber + anne marie @ pride of the mediterranean. i forget what flavor hookah we got but at this point it's become clear that they all taste the same. we were comparing hookahs and bongs. shawn: "the hookah's like a sniper rifle, the bong's like a shotgun." well put.

then mogwai @ fillmore. they didn't wear kilts, but nevertheless a good show. it was really, really loud (even with my earplugs) but they got points for having a floutist. flute-player? whatever the word may be. i felt kind of gypped (apologies to gypsies everywhere) because by the time we got out, they'd run out of posters. this guy was scalping them for $20, but desire for artifacts only goes so far. $5, i would have thought about it.

headed back to berkeley, spent the night there. on the way we listened to a lot of punk ska (MU330 etc) and it made me vaguely nostalgic for days at the huntridge in las vegas, dancehall crashers & skankin pickle & the specials. i tried to write down all the shows i've been to in my life, because i wanted to impress myself. it was sort of impressive but mostly just puzzling. if you went back in time to when you were 16, what would you say to yourself?

sunday

home-made pancakes, sitting on amber's stoop drinking coffee & listening to sheryl crow... it was a warm morning and the birds were singing and the sky was blue and it really felt like i was living in a movie version of my life. i feel a danger in writing about her, cos if things don't work out then i'm stuck with this historical record of happiness which then seems to mock me. but whatever, this journal would be lame if i just wrote about the bad things in life.

back into the city, work for a few hours. talked to laura-- she's back from nepal (amazing story; she was there when the royal family was killed, had to basically fly out early or risk never flying out at all, madness on the streets; you can imagine the twisted glee with which i devoured the details of her trip, given my obsession with world's most dangerous places) & living in santa clara for the summer.

in the evening took shawn out for his birthday. we ate at this chi-chi fusion restaurant, Home. the coolest thing about home is that the window facing the street is tilted at a 30 degree angle, so from the outside it looks like the whole restaurant is tilted. what is it with me and tilted restaurants?

we ended up at this tiki bar that jenny found by typing "tiki" into sidewalk.com. ridiculous drinks-- the "scorpion" cost $18 and it had umbrellas, flames coming out of the middle, you name it. happy birthday shawn! i think i need to incorporate more tiki bars into my life.


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