lazy lazy lazy
I got up and went to work at 8:00 a.m., as will be my Saturday routine “until further notice.” I don’t mind the work, really, and the warehouse is nice because I can smell bad and look like the biggest slob on earth and nobody will blink an eye. What I do mind is the shitty droning whiny indie rock chick that Alan (not his real name) played. It was awful. It was some chick with a really shrill voice and an acoustic guitar singing “deep” stuff. After that he put on the male counterpart to Drony Debbie, Moaning Mel. It was the same sort of music, only a dude was singing this time.
After that, he livened things up a bit with some “hollywood glam metal.” Picture what would happen if Spinal Tap had written “Jesus Christ Superstar.” Yeah, that’s what it was– I think the band was called Rhapsody. It was actually kind of cool, and I enjoyed it after all the droning.
It’s not like the droning indie rock was slow and depressing. It wasn’t folk music; it was just, well, boring. Picture Death Cab For Cutie slowed down a little bit, and maybe without drums. The Epic Metal was a breath of fresh air; at least it had a beat! THEN, just when I thought things couldn’t get much worse…
Someone put on jam bands, and that’s what we listened to for the rest of the day. I’m sorry, but Umphree’s McGee doing Fugazi (complete with a jammy guitar solo in the middle) was a little more than I could take. It was that point when I felt like my head was about to explode and I couldnt’ take the warehouse anymore, OT or not. I suppose I should be thankful that it wasn’t Swedish death metal with some name I couldn’t pronounce– the warehouse crowd seems to be mainly into the metal metal spectrum of music. I think I’d take music whose main lyrics are “rohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” over jam bands anyday, though. So, I could have stayed longer, but I left at 3:00.
On a happier note, I picked up my Jamie Lidell ticket!!!! I AM SO PSYCHED!! have I mentioned that I’m totally psyched for this show? November 24th at the Paradise, bitchez. Be there!
Now I am attempting to make another musical thing out of some random sounds and the word “artichoke” in morse code. So far, it sucks ass. Isn’t that a surprise?
