Sunday, July 30, 2000

NoFX-mex

went out for a night on the "town" last night. soren was in town, so everybody was in a pretty festive mood. started the night at the new brewery. that was fine. went to the forest. hung out with props.

heard this exchange on state street between garrett (smoking a jay) and an indian chick. it is for real:

indian "i am sober these days. i don't do that shit."
props "oh yeah? how long?"
indian "i've been off crank for two days."
props "i've been up for two days"
props "do you want a hit?"
indian "i only smoke weed laced with crank....speed weed."

then i went to the bathroom...as i worked my way across the bar, i heard scarb yell out "hey! hot chicks! let's get drunk and naked!" i enter the bathroom, and observe two mexicans snorting crank off the toilet.

later, a welcome relief to my intensly shitty night, i ran into kristian alto, monica and julie. we went back to julie's house with these mexicans we work with. they are pretty fresh. they showed me their ticket stubs from nofx/ramones at the hard rock cafe in culican and we may take them to see aging orange/teen idols/loose change show at the 'drie in sf .

[as an aside: kristian and i took jaycon to see the show, which ended up being the last show at the crocodrie ever. r.i.p. we saw exactly two songs of loose change's set, but jaycon was pretty baffled by the city]

it was pretty interesting talking to those guys. although by american standards their taste in punk is pretty fucking generic, those guys are pretty out there for mexicans. all them have their own bands back an mexico, and claim to play in front of 300+ crowds regularly.

Monday, July 03, 2000

sick leave

last weekend was horribly weak. drifting in and out of fever (101 at it's worst), dizzy and nauseous at times, but not so fought that i couldn't work on my bedroom for a while. taking occasional breaks to deal with my "symptoms," i managed to drywall about half the room. i don't know what the fuk i have; i've been sick like this about every four weeks for the past three months.

after two weeks of dealing with my dumb mistake of ordering lp's instead of cd's, i finally got my discs from jade tree. promise ring nothing feels good is helluv good, more rockin' than very emergency. shorter, louder, faster is a proper second release from kid dynamite, but i still think they sound like good riddance or something, and don't really understand what the fuss is all about. joan of arc how memory works is also pretty good, but all the electronic stuff seems more like a gimmic than anything else. what do i know about any of it, though?

fritch called yesterday from thunder bay, ontario. the afi's tour is going really well, and they are about to join up with the east coast leg of the warped tour. we didn't talk long, but am looking forward to hearing his stories. merchie is selling his car. smiff and i should buy it and sell it on ebay.