Like every hell but kind of green…
So… Friday night the lady and I went down to the big Slack/Features show at the Exit/In. We caught a little bit of Fluid Ounces, whom I’d never seen before. I was reminded of why I like punk rock and why it exists. The Fl Oz are something like a boogie-woogie John Denver: harmless but annoying. Makes you want to strap on a guitar, plug into a Marshall and kick over your mic stand.
Luckily, Slack pretty much did that. I thought their set was a bit uneven. The sound was fine but just not great. The guitar was too loud in the mix and the bass wasn’t defined enough. There was one bizarre moment in the show when the band invited anyone onstage to play tambourine. They were joined by a woman clearly over 40 who had some serious guitar face for an amateur.
I hadn’t seen the Features in ages and they were really pro. Just a great example of a good rock band that can deliver a winning show. Unfortunately, the Features fan in front of us was a little too enthusiastic for my girlfriend’s taste and it was so smoky that we bailed before they ended. Apparently, they blew out the sound board during their single “Blow It Out.” Sorry I missed that.
Saturday night we stayed in. We were both still feeling like zombies. We’d stayed up late after the show and slept late and basically just gotten off schedule. We watched Mean Girls which arrived Friday from a Half.com seller. It’s clearly Lindsay Lohan’s defining moment. Like Winona Ryder in Heathers, Kristy Swanson in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Alicia Silverstone in Clueless, Kirsten Dunst in Bring It On.
Sunday we moved my larger futon frame to the apartment, the smaller one to storage, ate dinner with my parents, came home and crashed. I didn’t get much read over the weekend. I peeked into Director’s Cut some more but I was sleepy when I did and couldn’t get moving in the story.
Today, I’m supposed to pong with Todd K. He called me last night with a bizarre request. Someone at his school is going to record us playing a Best of 3 games match. That person is then going to transcribe the games into a percussion piece. Each game will be a movement of the piece. I asked Todd if he was high and he said, “No, but the guy who’s going to write it down is.”
Depending on the time of day that everyone is available, we may pong in Belmont University’s student center. In such a case, I will have to watch my language. Of course, it would be interesting to see if the expletives made it into the musical transcript.