I just don't fucking get it. I just don't. I don't fucking understand at all. Maybe... no.... well maybe..... no that's no good either. I just don't fucking get it. Here is a picture that I didn't draw but, it's kinda perfect.
May 4, 2007
May 3, 2007
Jess' Metal Adventure
Part One: The Journey
I rushed home yesterday after a tedious and boring day at work. I probably scooted out a little earlier than I should have (about 10 minutes) but, thankfully, someone I hardly know covered for me. Big ups to Geri! Anyway I get home, strip, put on a black tank top, load my pockets with concert tickets, phone, and cigarettes, Smoke a BIG ol' bowl and head back out. Now, one of my absolute favorite things is to be stoned in during the rush hour commute. I don't ever get to do this because usually I am participating in the commute... but on rare occasion I have run home to smoke and then run back out again to do whatever in the city. Anyway, being stoned and not in a hurry allows me the ability to observe the Chicagoan in the 'Rush Zone'. This is the little place that people go in their heads on their way to or from work. Everyone is in their own world. It is as if we are all traveling with tiny bubbles around us. No one talks to each other, or looks at each other. People listen to their music and bobb their heads or tap their fingers and feet, people do the crossword, or read a book or look over work papers. Here we all are in this tiny tiny space, all smuched in together, and the only thing that everyone wants is to be home (At night anyway... mornings are obviously different but that is a post for another time...). Everyone wants to be home 10 minutes ago and so people get in their little zones until their stop arrives. Ususally, as I said earlier, I am also in this place. I put my tunes on, I pull out the crossword, and I fucking jam and fill in squares but, when I am stoned, and not in a hurry... I get to WATCH THIS! It is amazing to watch all these people shut out all the rest of the people! No one pays attention to ANYONE, which gives me the freedom to casually observe anyone I want to. I like to try and guess the kind of music people are listening to but the way they stand or sit or tap body parts.... I like to watch the person reading the good part of the book get all lost inside their reading and make funny faces of shock, or of saddness, or of glee at what they are reading. The wonder of it is, of course, increased by the drugs. I arrive at the venue happy, stoned, and a little nervous. I felt like Metal and I were about to 'do it' for the first time.
Part Two: The Concert
I got to the House of Blues and gave my ticket, got my braclet, and headed up the stairs. Devil Driver was playing. I am guessing they had just started because I ended up seeing about 45 minutes of their set. I hadn't listened to much but the crowd was diggin' it. I find a place just outside the pit where I can see really well and I watch. The music was.... well it was fast and fragile. I felt like it was in danger of falling apart at any minute or, at times, it was just 'metal by numbers' to quote a friend. They ended up playing some new stuff from a heretofor unreleased album and it was fucking raw. It was fucking dirty and hard and I liked it! During one of these songs a dude was crowd surfing and he was seemingly much more expierenced than anyone else had been thus far because he just threw both of his hands in the air, horns up, and proceeded to play air drums flawlessly along with the music for a good 20 seconds. He was the fucking man!
They finish and we stand around waiting... atleast I am waiting. I listen to the amazing number of metalheads around me discuss their favorite bands, sounds, whatever.... and finally Unearth comes on. Now.... this is my band. I don't give a fuck what you think. These are like, my boys, you know? (See earlier post) The crowd boos. And this is a metal crowd, right... so this is some fucking serious booing. Anyway they play some good shit, all shit that I really like... and then they take a break to talk to the crowd for a minute and (no fucking joke) People start Chanting "YOU'RE NOT METAL...YOU'RE NOT METAL...YOU'RE NOT METAL" so loud that I can't even hear what this guy is trying to say to people. I was floored. really. I guess it was this: the headliners are some serious Death Metal. Unearth is New American Metal (which comes straight from Swedish Melodic Death Metal) but they are NOT DEATH METAL. Not at all. Anyway fuck those people.... 'cause I rocked my fuckin' face off. Horns in the Air, Head-bouncing, air-guitaring, chest-drumming... I was fuckin' there to rock! After the set... I waited around for Dimmu to play but, not being a big fan of straight up death metal, and not knowing anything by these guys, I just couldn't hear it. It was noise. Death metal... well I think it just isn't for me. That's cool. Whatever. I left and was home in time for Lost.
Part Three: Wherein I Ramble About Some Shit
Well this was my first metal show and Ian was right. I don't know that I am going to be able to go see a non-metal show ever again. I don't really mean that but, it's just a way for me to say that this shit was fucking awesome. I didn't feel out of place, or scared, or silly. I felt home. Even if these muther-fuckers were not all about Unearth... and even though they were assholes, they were still metal. It was the first time I had seen so many other metal fans gathered together in person. The crowd was a sea of bald, goateed, tattooed, pierced dudes. It was like my own person porn movie! I swear to GOD! It was so fucking hot. I definetly feel more metal in the future baby... more live metal obviously. Overall, it was great. It would have been way more awesome had the crowd been into it with me. It would have been way more awesome if it hadn't cost me $70. It would have been awesome if I had found someone to sell/give my extra ticket to BUT, I did it. I did it by myself. I went to my first metal show ever.... and I went all by myself. What's more Metal than that, I ask you?
p.s. I just looked at my 'score' on my 1up page and had to screenshot that bitch...
I rushed home yesterday after a tedious and boring day at work. I probably scooted out a little earlier than I should have (about 10 minutes) but, thankfully, someone I hardly know covered for me. Big ups to Geri! Anyway I get home, strip, put on a black tank top, load my pockets with concert tickets, phone, and cigarettes, Smoke a BIG ol' bowl and head back out. Now, one of my absolute favorite things is to be stoned in during the rush hour commute. I don't ever get to do this because usually I am participating in the commute... but on rare occasion I have run home to smoke and then run back out again to do whatever in the city. Anyway, being stoned and not in a hurry allows me the ability to observe the Chicagoan in the 'Rush Zone'. This is the little place that people go in their heads on their way to or from work. Everyone is in their own world. It is as if we are all traveling with tiny bubbles around us. No one talks to each other, or looks at each other. People listen to their music and bobb their heads or tap their fingers and feet, people do the crossword, or read a book or look over work papers. Here we all are in this tiny tiny space, all smuched in together, and the only thing that everyone wants is to be home (At night anyway... mornings are obviously different but that is a post for another time...). Everyone wants to be home 10 minutes ago and so people get in their little zones until their stop arrives. Ususally, as I said earlier, I am also in this place. I put my tunes on, I pull out the crossword, and I fucking jam and fill in squares but, when I am stoned, and not in a hurry... I get to WATCH THIS! It is amazing to watch all these people shut out all the rest of the people! No one pays attention to ANYONE, which gives me the freedom to casually observe anyone I want to. I like to try and guess the kind of music people are listening to but the way they stand or sit or tap body parts.... I like to watch the person reading the good part of the book get all lost inside their reading and make funny faces of shock, or of saddness, or of glee at what they are reading. The wonder of it is, of course, increased by the drugs. I arrive at the venue happy, stoned, and a little nervous. I felt like Metal and I were about to 'do it' for the first time.
Part Two: The Concert
I got to the House of Blues and gave my ticket, got my braclet, and headed up the stairs. Devil Driver was playing. I am guessing they had just started because I ended up seeing about 45 minutes of their set. I hadn't listened to much but the crowd was diggin' it. I find a place just outside the pit where I can see really well and I watch. The music was.... well it was fast and fragile. I felt like it was in danger of falling apart at any minute or, at times, it was just 'metal by numbers' to quote a friend. They ended up playing some new stuff from a heretofor unreleased album and it was fucking raw. It was fucking dirty and hard and I liked it! During one of these songs a dude was crowd surfing and he was seemingly much more expierenced than anyone else had been thus far because he just threw both of his hands in the air, horns up, and proceeded to play air drums flawlessly along with the music for a good 20 seconds. He was the fucking man!
They finish and we stand around waiting... atleast I am waiting. I listen to the amazing number of metalheads around me discuss their favorite bands, sounds, whatever.... and finally Unearth comes on. Now.... this is my band. I don't give a fuck what you think. These are like, my boys, you know? (See earlier post) The crowd boos. And this is a metal crowd, right... so this is some fucking serious booing. Anyway they play some good shit, all shit that I really like... and then they take a break to talk to the crowd for a minute and (no fucking joke) People start Chanting "YOU'RE NOT METAL...YOU'RE NOT METAL...YOU'RE NOT METAL" so loud that I can't even hear what this guy is trying to say to people. I was floored. really. I guess it was this: the headliners are some serious Death Metal. Unearth is New American Metal (which comes straight from Swedish Melodic Death Metal) but they are NOT DEATH METAL. Not at all. Anyway fuck those people.... 'cause I rocked my fuckin' face off. Horns in the Air, Head-bouncing, air-guitaring, chest-drumming... I was fuckin' there to rock! After the set... I waited around for Dimmu to play but, not being a big fan of straight up death metal, and not knowing anything by these guys, I just couldn't hear it. It was noise. Death metal... well I think it just isn't for me. That's cool. Whatever. I left and was home in time for Lost.
Part Three: Wherein I Ramble About Some Shit
Well this was my first metal show and Ian was right. I don't know that I am going to be able to go see a non-metal show ever again. I don't really mean that but, it's just a way for me to say that this shit was fucking awesome. I didn't feel out of place, or scared, or silly. I felt home. Even if these muther-fuckers were not all about Unearth... and even though they were assholes, they were still metal. It was the first time I had seen so many other metal fans gathered together in person. The crowd was a sea of bald, goateed, tattooed, pierced dudes. It was like my own person porn movie! I swear to GOD! It was so fucking hot. I definetly feel more metal in the future baby... more live metal obviously. Overall, it was great. It would have been way more awesome had the crowd been into it with me. It would have been way more awesome if it hadn't cost me $70. It would have been awesome if I had found someone to sell/give my extra ticket to BUT, I did it. I did it by myself. I went to my first metal show ever.... and I went all by myself. What's more Metal than that, I ask you?
p.s. I just looked at my 'score' on my 1up page and had to screenshot that bitch...
April 30, 2007
Jess' First Metal Show...
Here I am with these tickets to Unearth and seemingly no one to go with me. Anyone in Chicago at all remotely interested in this should email me.... lilyiris at gmail dot com
It's Wedneday. Starts at 5:45 but I planned on getting there about 6:30....
It's Wedneday. Starts at 5:45 but I planned on getting there about 6:30....
April 29, 2007
sometimes when something is all stuck in your head... you just have to get it out, right?
Well I heard there was a secret chordthat David played and it pleased the LordBut you don't really care for music, do ya?Well it goes like this :The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major liftThe baffled king composing HallelujahHallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...Well your faith was strong but you needed proofYou saw her bathing on the roofHer beauty and the moonlight overthrew yaAnd she tied you to her kitchen chairShe broke your throne and she cut your hairAnd from your lips she drew the HallelujahHallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...(Yeah but) Baby I've been here beforeI've seen this room and I've walked this floor, (You know)I used to live alone before I knew yaAnd I've seen your flag on the marble archand love is not a victory marchIt's a cold and it's a broken HallelujahHallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...Well there was a time when you let me knowWhat's really going on belowBut now you never show that to me do yaBut remember when I moved in youAnd the holy dove was moving tooAnd every breath we drew was HallelujahHallelujah Hallelujah HallelujahHallelujah...[Instrumental]Maybe there's a God aboveBut all I've ever learned from loveWas how to shoot somebody who outdrew yaAnd it's not a cry that you hear at nightIt's not somebody who's seen the lightIt's a cold and it's a broken HallelujahHallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
April 26, 2007
silly Jess....
Funny Video of Jess all stoned. I believe this would be in August 2005 Also in this video are: My mother, My brother Tim and his Girlfriend Dolly, and my brother Jason is taking the video. I'm the one who can't stop laughing....
April 25, 2007
House of Blues (which means more to me than it may at first glance)
Well... atleast for about 5 minutes, I am going to rejoice. I have just purchased Unearth tickets. Just under a year ago, Ian sat me down to watch the RoadRunner United's documentary on their metal groups getting together in many different ways (drummer from one band, bass from another) to make an album. This was my first introduction to metal. It was all noise. It was nothing to me. After watching the doc we listened to select songs from the album and for the first time I could kind of hear the skill. Almost. At least, I was appreciating it more because I had SEEN what these people were doing with their hands and fingers and was impressed. A couple of weeks later we watched Sam Dunn's doc, Metal: A Headbanger's Journey. This was even more interesting because it broke metal down into sub-genres, talked about history, violence, death, and sound. I still couldn't hear the music, or atleast, I couldn't hear it over the screaming. I remember understanding that the vocal should be like another instrument. I remember thinking that I was supposed to hear it as a whole, but I couldn't. I asked Ian for a little metal on my ipod. Just a little... and I got Unearth's then new album III: In the Eyes of Fire. The last track on the album is an instrumental. Now here was something I could get behind! It was like balls to the wall, orgasm-inducing, fucking-turned all the way up loud - BADDASS! I blared that shit. All over town, baby. About the 7th time I listened to it I was stopped at a stop light, and a truck was stopped next to me. I had this shit up fucking loud and the guy in the truck leans over and screams, "That sounds Fucking AMAZING!" "Fuck, yeah, it does," I said. Fuck Yeah. Here was the moment that I finally felt like I heard it. It was like an epiphany. I went back and listened to the whole album, and slowly I started listening to other things: Lamb of God, Trivium, Chimera....fast forward to now and I am reading text books about the history of Death Metal and Grindcore...listening to Children of Bodom, Arch Enemy and dozens of others. I spend time talking about the influence of Swedish Melodic Death Metal on the New Wave of American Metal. I geek out over horrendous album covers. I feel like I AM Metal. Like it's in me. It's like I discovered a part of myself I didn't even know! At 24! This, of course, I owe to Ian, to marijuana, and especially to Unearth. Concert is next Wednesday....--
April 23, 2007
Fuck.
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Hot Fuzz: **** (that's 4 out of 5)
Did you like Shaun of the Dead? I did and, I therefore like this movie. Fucking hilarious use of the cop-movie stereotype (they talk about cool things to say after killing people:). Great action-editing. Basically everything you think is funny about cop movies/action movies/buddy movies, is in this one. It was a little long. I like my comedy right at about 1hr 45 and I feel like this was a solid 2 hour movie... I think it could have come in about 30 minutes shorter without losing anything funny... there is some preliminary beginning shit that might have been able to get cut... anyway... people do eventually get shot/impaled/blown up: quite graphically. If you think brits are funny, like action/comedies, or enjoyed Shaun, then smoke a bowl and see this shit. (I guess the bowl is optional...)
Unrelatedly************************************************************
Hot Fuzz: **** (that's 4 out of 5)
Did you like Shaun of the Dead? I did and, I therefore like this movie. Fucking hilarious use of the cop-movie stereotype (they talk about cool things to say after killing people:). Great action-editing. Basically everything you think is funny about cop movies/action movies/buddy movies, is in this one. It was a little long. I like my comedy right at about 1hr 45 and I feel like this was a solid 2 hour movie... I think it could have come in about 30 minutes shorter without losing anything funny... there is some preliminary beginning shit that might have been able to get cut... anyway... people do eventually get shot/impaled/blown up: quite graphically. If you think brits are funny, like action/comedies, or enjoyed Shaun, then smoke a bowl and see this shit. (I guess the bowl is optional...)
April 20, 2007
more posting!
Sorry but this day is just really weird...and getting weirder.
First I always sneak out at 11 to smoke a cigarette...usually this is some quiet time for me...I bring the ipod, listen to something (1up, GFW..today it was Tool's Lateralus) and smoke my cigarette... but as I sit in the sun to enjoy my stolen 5 minutes, a girl sits down and starts talking to me. I remove the earbuds and she is going off about how they are shooting a movie down the street and she can't cross. She starts screaming about how this is bullshit and she has to go to work. I asked her if she could walk up the block and around but, no, that was too much. She was just going to sit there and wait the movie-people out....
Then I am reading on 1Up.com a review that one of their guys wrote about the new NIN...anyway I am reading the comments and I come across this
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idn't know about it. Point me in the right direction if you would. The faux government sticker on the back of the CD case is a hoot. Here it is.
USBM WARNING:Consuming or spreading this material may be deemed subversive by the United States Bureau Of Morality. If you or someone you know has engaged in subversive acts or thoughts, call: 1-866-445-6580BE A PATRIOT - BE AN INFORMER!
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anyway...I called that number and that shit was pretty funny... in the scary, ohjesus-someone-probably-thinks-this-is-a-GOOD-idea way. anyway... at the end of the recording this auto-woman told me that I was 'now part of the problem' . Hell Yes!
And one more thing: I was just asked to hand out a memo to the staff containing things to look for in packages in order to determine if they are, in fact, bombs. This included many helpful things such as: excessive tape, odd shapes, unusual powder, grease stains, misspelling, extra postage, and (THE BEST) protruding wires. So, if you were thinking about opening that funny, dirty, sticky, package with all the wires sticking out of it.... well.... is anyone else thinking new-age-natural-selection....
First I always sneak out at 11 to smoke a cigarette...usually this is some quiet time for me...I bring the ipod, listen to something (1up, GFW..today it was Tool's Lateralus) and smoke my cigarette... but as I sit in the sun to enjoy my stolen 5 minutes, a girl sits down and starts talking to me. I remove the earbuds and she is going off about how they are shooting a movie down the street and she can't cross. She starts screaming about how this is bullshit and she has to go to work. I asked her if she could walk up the block and around but, no, that was too much. She was just going to sit there and wait the movie-people out....
Then I am reading on 1Up.com a review that one of their guys wrote about the new NIN...anyway I am reading the comments and I come across this
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idn't know about it. Point me in the right direction if you would. The faux government sticker on the back of the CD case is a hoot. Here it is.
USBM WARNING:Consuming or spreading this material may be deemed subversive by the United States Bureau Of Morality. If you or someone you know has engaged in subversive acts or thoughts, call: 1-866-445-6580BE A PATRIOT - BE AN INFORMER!
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anyway...I called that number and that shit was pretty funny... in the scary, ohjesus-someone-probably-thinks-this-is-a-GOOD-idea way. anyway... at the end of the recording this auto-woman told me that I was 'now part of the problem' . Hell Yes!
And one more thing: I was just asked to hand out a memo to the staff containing things to look for in packages in order to determine if they are, in fact, bombs. This included many helpful things such as: excessive tape, odd shapes, unusual powder, grease stains, misspelling, extra postage, and (THE BEST) protruding wires. So, if you were thinking about opening that funny, dirty, sticky, package with all the wires sticking out of it.... well.... is anyone else thinking new-age-natural-selection....
Four Twenty
Doesn't it make sense, on today of all days, that I would walk the 1/2 mile to the L from my house only to realize I didn't have my CTA pass. This wouldn't have been awful.. I could have used an ATM to gimmie some cash but, I had left my wallet at home, too. So I walked back and got it and still managed to make it to work right as the clock hit 8! woohoo for not being late.
In other news, I am going to see Troilus and Cressida tonight...alone I think. I am excited nonetheless because I was in the shop while this show was being built and the costumes look EFFING awesome. So much leather. So many hot dudes...not to mention hot women, blood, war, an interesting set design and some truely creepy music. I hope it pulls together because it seems to have all the right pieces.
Metal tomorrow with Drew and Emin? Lazy outside weekend? These things may also be in my future.... and maybe a brownie... if I'm lucky:)
By the way: Grindhouse: *****
Casey and I finished Part 1 of the 6th season of the Sopranos. We are almost caught up... and if we had comcast, we would be watching it with the rest of the world.....
In other news, I am going to see Troilus and Cressida tonight...alone I think. I am excited nonetheless because I was in the shop while this show was being built and the costumes look EFFING awesome. So much leather. So many hot dudes...not to mention hot women, blood, war, an interesting set design and some truely creepy music. I hope it pulls together because it seems to have all the right pieces.
Metal tomorrow with Drew and Emin? Lazy outside weekend? These things may also be in my future.... and maybe a brownie... if I'm lucky:)
By the way: Grindhouse: *****
Casey and I finished Part 1 of the 6th season of the Sopranos. We are almost caught up... and if we had comcast, we would be watching it with the rest of the world.....
April 17, 2007
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