Weekend of live music.

It starts on a cool, windy Friday. I'm rockin the redline to the Metro. I meet up with Paul(notonthisblog) for some beer and Sufjan Stevens. If you get the chance, you are required by law to go see this guy. Its an odd, awesome show. It will be wisper quiet. You will be sushed for talking too loud (I was!) and, if you're lucky, you will see all eight of them in full UofI at Urbana-Champaign Cheerleader getups. They did cheers. It was, quiet obviously, spectacular.

Saturday brought my friend's record release show. Which none of you people went to because you obviously don't understand the joys of powerish pop punk played in a shitty, shitty venue. Elbo Room is fun, but that place is a hole of low ceilings and big welts on my forehead. The show was good. They are getting more polished, which is good for them. There are enough crappy pop bands out there who think that playing out of time is good. No, see, the Pixies sounded out of time at points, but they really weren't. And the pixies have talent. You don't. Cut it out.

White Sox beat the tribe last night! Its not music related, but I am so shocked I am actually numb. Its a good time for the black and white.

And yes Paul, we will never hang out again. I mean, wait, shit, that's not what I meant. I meant we will soon be married. Yes. That's it. Don't tell Sarah.
- posted by Pat @ 9:48 AM

 
I've got your hitchhikers guide reference right here!

Hoopy Frood - Haze.

Its, uh, digital chill rock with a touch of atmospheric, sort of ambience to it. It is, in fact, okay. I'm not rushing out to buy it, but hey, its got an awesome name.

And yes, being back on the road means I have to take strict care to always have a towel. It makes it handy to borrow a biscuit tin.
- posted by Pat @ 10:20 AM

 
Changes, changes everyone.

So, our current commenting system is shutting down in mid-october. Yes, this is proof that we read the comments. I guess I'll just switch the site around so that is looks new. Really, I'm just gonna grab another default template from blogger. And then tell Haji its his birthday job to make it look better.

Two Shows this weekend for me:
Friday: Sufjan Stevens at the Metro. There will be much indie rock fun and possibly shoe gazing. I also may try to chat some new people up.
Saturday: Smoke Detector at the Elbo Room. This is my friend's band and they are hella fun live. I suggest that many people come out for this. It will be good, good times.

Oh fuck, the other big change: I'm heading back out to Tucson. This was ideal! Well, no, the true ideal was go to Tucson with a ginormous pay raise, but just getting to Tucson is good enough. This means: if anyone wants to come visit me in Sunny, Awesome Arizona, just let me know so I can book you a ticket. It is free to travel now! My company pays for it! So yeah, that happens the end of this month. It will be good to get back on the road. Livin' the wanderin' life.

I've been drinking a bit lately. I keep telling myself, okay, no more. And then I end up going out to a bar on a Tuesday and finding out its 2 dollar tall boys of PBR. Which then means I have to incur a 44 dollar bar tab. I was so spacey and drunk on the busride to work this morning that I almost got into two fights. TWO! ON BUS! BARELY LOOKING AROUND!

No more 10 can PBR tallboy nights. That's the moral of the story.

Well, not on Tuesdays anyway...
- posted by Pat @ 4:50 PM

 
The other Pat's labor day weekend adventure, and other miscelaneous bits.

Really, my drinking weekend streches back to last Wednesday. Me, Adam(from work) and four pitchers of PBR. A good bitch fest had by all. We had the big meeting with higher ups on Wednesday. Oh, it was spectacular. Hence the boozing.

Thursday was going to the Bears game with the COO and finding out I might be heading to Tucson soon. It is entirely possible the meeting went better then I thought it did. Well, seeing as me heading out to Tucson was the optimal ending, yeah, good times.

Friday was Roshan's last day. Adam, Roshan, Adam's gf and I went to Monk's for five hours of beer, chatter, Jager and peanuts. We had to get the bartender to open the doors to let us out. What a night. Then I met up with some friends from highschool. We went to Delilahs, drank a bunch more and I started blacking out. I have no real recollection of the last hour at the bar until I got home. I had hotdogs at 3am. And I, apparenlty, was talking about fighting a lot on the El ride home. That was very, very stupid. Luckily, I lived.

Saturday saw me making great progress on Zelda: The windwaker. I could do nothing else. Ended up going to a party with same friends from night before and stayed. It was fun. I didn't drink a whole lot, but I was drinking from some dude's bottle of whiskey. I have no clue who he is. But he had Jack. He was my friend.

Sunday saw more work on Zelda and the beginnings of "Pat gets back in shape." I went for a run. I came home and the bathroom has just been painted. No showers. I ended up heading to the basement and taking a washcloth bath in the big plastic washbasin sick we have down there. I sat on my washing machine, naked, to get my legs and butt clean. It was, well, I felt like I was 7. Bleargh.

Monday was heading to the ancestral home to see the 'rents. I got ribs, corn on the cob and other assorted goodness. Once again, the whip cream can was broken out. Once again, my sister Meghan, the father and I took turns grossing out my mom by either a: putting whip cream directly from can into mouth or b: making a leaning tower of whip cream on the pound cake and peaches. I did both, the other two only did one. Pansies. Afterwards, I ended up at a housewarming party for Dan(notonthisblog)'s sister. On the way home, a car totally got wailed on. Vanessa was driving and Dan and I hop out, check the scene, make sure everybody is okay, then jet. It was, well, alarming. And, well, just sort of alarming.

It was a quick recap because the self-medicated wrist is not progressing as my doctor, a stuffed washrag that looks like a duck, told me it would. I ask him questions like: am I big moron to take the brace off? He says nothing. I take that for him saying, "no, take it off!" So, yeah, I am still an idiot.

Actually, I guess quick isn't the correct word, boring is. Huh. Oh well, tomorrow I'll be funny. And not write anything. Because I'm that kind of guy.
- posted by Pat @ 11:43 AM