Arson Smith wrote:OK, Marsupialized... don't really know why I'm pointing this out to you, other than that I'm a bit intrigued about Touch and Go offering up different catalog#'s for different versions of things...

The Adventures Of Ghosthorse And Stillborn

Label: Touch And Go

Catalog#: TG314CD

Notes: This edition released in Europe contains one hidden track, "Childhood", that cannot be found on the North-American release (TG306CD)

I fixed the post.

Cocorosie live Saturday May 5th Richards on Richards in lovely Vancouver
My experience, by Marsupialized


The day started on a low note.
I woke up sick as a fucking dog. Splitting headache, sore throat, nausea, cough, fever. We were staying in a Chinese youth hostel on East Hastings. Only young Chinese people were allowed to stay there but I didn't give them much of an option I just kept saying 'yes that's great, here's the money where's the keys?' when they tried to explain it to us. Eventually they just handed them to me and we went to our room. Room 31. The poisoned room.
I am positive they somehow managed to poison me during the night. I went to bed feeling fine and woke up feeling like death himself had come and had his way with me.
Maybe they snuck in like ninjas during the night, or used some sort of shadowy Chinese mountain magic, maybe it is as simple as a curse....however they did it, they got me. My arrogance had to be punished, these people do not take kindly to such things.
I rolled out of bed and after vomiting three times in the span of 15 minutes decided I must have western medicine to combat whatever ancient evil these dastardly Chinese had inflicted me with.
We walk thru the hordes of zombified junkies milling about outside our hostel for what seems like hours and finally reach a drug store.
I run in and grab the first bottle of cough syrup I see and a bottle of tylenol and I'm out.
25 dollars Canadian, thanks so much.
I crack open the cough syrup and chug the entire bottle and pop maybe 5 or 6 of the tylenol.
We walk for a few blocks and I start to feel REALLY sick.
I am on my hands and knees puking my guts out, my head spinning in circles when I realize something is not right.....but I have felt exactly this way before. Spinning, weird sounds in my head, hard to think straight.
I look at the bottle.....yup there it is....Dextromethorphan. DXM, lots of it. It's a really large bottle I have just consumed too, more like a jug. Like a family size jug.
So here I am Robo-tripping like a fucking 8th grader in the middle of Vancouver on a Beautiful Saturday afternoon.
We decide that maybe eating would help me get it together, we stop at a dutch pancake shop. The food comes and I cannot eat one bite, it looked like it would have been delicious but there was no way.
I bolt outside and vomit for the fifth or sixth time that day.
We walk toward to park, I figure I can lay in the grass and just ride it out.
Turned out to be a pretty decent plan because after maybe an hour or two of watching the people walk by parading their dogs I am well enough to get up and start moving.
The Mrs. decides she wants some weed, so we go off in search of.
Finding weed in Vancouver is like finding a fat woman in Chicago, by the way, if you've never been....not very hard....you cannot scratch your nuts without smelling some weed in this fine city.
We walk and end up on the steps of the art museum where everyone gathers and smokes weed and sells weed and talks about weed all day long.
There is an old ass hippie there selling some sort of drink in these plastic jugs.
We ask what is is he says 'Thunder juice' I say 'what is that?'
'One of these will fuck two people up really hard all night long'
Sold, Mr. Hippie, you dirty fuck you. Take your ten bucks and buy yourself some wet wipes.
We purchase and my wife being insane chugs down most of the bottle all at once.

She waits exactly five minutes and says ' I don't feel anything' and drinks the rest leaving me maybe a mouthful. Fine by me, as I was still feeling very woozy from the sickness and the cough syrup.
We make it back to the park when it hits her and hits her hard.
She's giggling like a schoolkid, rolling around in the grass, loving life.
Thunder Juice indeed.
I feel pretty good myself off the mouthful I had, so I can only imagine the crazy shit going on with her, her having drank about half gallon of the shit.
This goes on for most of the day, at one point she stops and stares at me and says 'Your head looks like a Peter Gabriel video!' and falls down laughing harder than I've ever heard her laugh. After oh, I'd say 45 minutes of laughing at the Peter Gabriel zinger I realize it is time to get to the cocorosie concert.
We head off to the show, it was quite a walk but we made it.
SOLD OUT?!
Nuh-uh, nope fuck that we are getting in.
We wait for what seems like HOURS watching the security guards all but strip search every single person going inside.
This is a fucking bar in Vancouver.
They are searching people like it's a gangbanger dance club on the west side.
So a small line has formed for people wanting to get in without tickets, we are maybe 10 back.
There are cliche indie rocker nerds behind us talking cliche indie rocker talk.
'oh yeah, Explosions are greeeaaaat'
'I looooooove the new record, it's so interesting'
'I saw them play awhile ago, I was not impressed'
blah blah blah fucking blah blah blah
So at one point some drunk ass loud Canada dude with no shirt on cuts straight to the front of the line, right in front of the first dude who's a pussy indie rocker of course and says nothing.
The coward indie rockers behind me start bitching about him and it's bullshit that he cut, my wife being awesome turns to them and says 'why don't one of you guys go tell him to get to the back of the line? I mean, we all agree it's not fair, right?'
They all stop and have no idea what to say. One says 'well, I didn't SEE him cut in line' the other says 'I don't want to lose my spot' the third just looks at the ground.
We have a nice laugh at them, a nice long hard laugh.
I called them fucking cowards, which they were totally cool with I guess since not one even looked up from the ground.
I yell to the dude 'Hey man, the line's back there what the fuck?'
He yells out some kind of drunk bellow and stumbles up to me laughing and says some drunk 'doooooooode I wahhhsss tryiiiiiing to.....dooooooooooode hahahaahha' and he stumbles away towards the back of the line.
I mention to the indie rockers that life is not as scary as they think it is, they should butch up a little. My wife expresses the same sentiment to them, except with sharp pointing and mocking obscenities.
They let a few people in and stop the line, we are maybe five back.
Fuck this.
We get out of line and walk straight in the front door without missing a beat. I even said 'sup' to the security guard watching the line I just got out of. He nodded back and we walked right up to the window, paid our money and there ya go.
I have no clue why that worked but it did, nobody questioned us or stopped us.
So we are inside, we are both very loopy from our chemical adventures but it is an interesting scene. These people are TRASHED. Rock dudes walking around without their shirts on, the show had not started yet it was not hot out yet they are soaked in sweat twirling their shirts above their heads. Dunno, but whatever they are having fun.
The place is big but has a tiny stage, the room is in a half oval kind of a cool set up.
Cocorosie's beatboxer came out and beatboxed. The people went NUTS for it, I got the feeling they go NUTS for anything anyone is doing on stage in this town. People were screaming and jumping around and buying the dude beers, they loved it. It was a dude making noises with his mouth and they couldn't get enough.
Next some spazzed out dude jumping around like a nutcase screaming and rapping with some noisy laptop dude blasting in the background.
The place went berserk, I thought these people were going to shit themselves. It felt like a Guns n' roses concert, people headbanging and playing air guitar to a dude with a laptop.
Then it hit me, ah 19 is the drinking age here.
Made a lot more sense. I even got into it, laughing and dancing around with these lunatic Canadians.
So Cocorosie indeed did play later in the evening.
They were good, played a bunch of new shit.



The end.

....fuck?

as far as scripts in mexico go, it's far easier than you'd think. i've never been to TJ but i've been to nogalas, and the people who work the pharmacies there are pretty much standing outside looking for the young white people so as to inform them what's available. you can also haggle with them. i had a really good deal on valium going until a local cop walked in...

in a related story:

http://www.myspace.com/cocorosie

dear loves
we are so sorry to announce that we cannot play the rest of the us tour dates
the band got arrested, thats all i can say
we love you all
we are playing a free show in New York on may 19th
please come if you can
we are crying
say a prayer for our band
love
Sierra and Bianca
later...

Marsupialized wrote:Cocorosie live Saturday May 5th Richards on Richards in lovely Vancouver
My experience, by Marsupialized


The day started on a low note.
I woke up sick as a fucking dog. Splitting headache, sore throat, nausea, cough, fever. We were staying in a Chinese youth hostel on East Hastings. Only young Chinese people were allowed to stay there but I didn't give them much of an option I just kept saying 'yes that's great, here's the money where's the keys?' when they tried to explain it to us. Eventually they just handed them to me and we went to our room. Room 31. The poisoned room.
I am positive they somehow managed to poison me during the night. I went to bed feeling fine and woke up feeling like death himself had come and had his way with me.
Maybe they snuck in like ninjas during the night, or used some sort of shadowy Chinese mountain magic, maybe it is as simple as a curse....however they did it, they got me. My arrogance had to be punished, these people do not take kindly to such things.
I rolled out of bed and after vomiting three times in the span of 15 minutes decided I must have western medicine to combat whatever ancient evil these dastardly Chinese had inflicted me with.
We walk thru the hordes of zombified junkies milling about outside our hostel for what seems like hours and finally reach a drug store.
I run in and grab the first bottle of cough syrup I see and a bottle of tylenol and I'm out.
25 dollars Canadian, thanks so much.
I crack open the cough syrup and chug the entire bottle and pop maybe 5 or 6 of the tylenol.
We walk for a few blocks and I start to feel REALLY sick.
I am on my hands and knees puking my guts out, my head spinning in circles when I realize something is not right.....but I have felt exactly this way before. Spinning, weird sounds in my head, hard to think straight.
I look at the bottle.....yup there it is....Dextromethorphan. DXM, lots of it. It's a really large bottle I have just consumed too, more like a jug. Like a family size jug.
So here I am Robo-tripping like a fucking 8th grader in the middle of Vancouver on a Beautiful Saturday afternoon.
We decide that maybe eating would help me get it together, we stop at a dutch pancake shop. The food comes and I cannot eat one bite, it looked like it would have been delicious but there was no way.
I bolt outside and vomit for the fifth or sixth time that day.
We walk toward to park, I figure I can lay in the grass and just ride it out.
Turned out to be a pretty decent plan because after maybe an hour or two of watching the people walk by parading their dogs I am well enough to get up and start moving.
The Mrs. decides she wants some weed, so we go off in search of.
Finding weed in Vancouver is like finding a fat woman in Chicago, by the way, if you've never been....not very hard....you cannot scratch your nuts without smelling some weed in this fine city.
We walk and end up on the steps of the art museum where everyone gathers and smokes weed and sells weed and talks about weed all day long.
There is an old ass hippie there selling some sort of drink in these plastic jugs.
We ask what is is he says 'Thunder juice' I say 'what is that?'
'One of these will fuck two people up really hard all night long'
Sold, Mr. Hippie, you dirty fuck you. Take your ten bucks and buy yourself some wet wipes.
We purchase and my wife being insane chugs down most of the bottle all at once.
She waits exactly five minutes and says ' I don't feel anything' and drinks the rest leaving me maybe a mouthful. Fine by me, as I was still feeling very woozy from the sickness and the cough syrup.
We make it back to the park when it hits her and hits her hard.
She's giggling like a schoolkid, rolling around in the grass, loving life.
Thunder Juice indeed.
I feel pretty good myself off the mouthful I had, so I can only imagine the crazy shit going on with her, her having drank about half gallon of the shit.
This goes on for most of the day, at one point she stops and stares at me and says 'Your head looks like a Peter Gabriel video!' and falls down laughing harder than I've ever heard her laugh. After oh, I'd say 45 minutes of laughing at the Peter Gabriel zinger I realize it is time to get to the cocorosie concert.
We head off to the show, it was quite a walk but we made it.
SOLD OUT?!
Nuh-uh, nope fuck that we are getting in.
We wait for what seems like HOURS watching the security guards all but strip search every single person going inside.
This is a fucking bar in Vancouver.
They are searching people like it's a gangbanger dance club on the west side.
So a small line has formed for people wanting to get in without tickets, we are maybe 10 back.
There are cliche indie rocker nerds behind us talking cliche indie rocker talk.
'oh yeah, Explosions are greeeaaaat'
'I looooooove the new record, it's so interesting'
'I saw them play awhile ago, I was not impressed'
blah blah blah fucking blah blah blah
So at one point some drunk ass loud Canada dude with no shirt on cuts straight to the front of the line, right in front of the first dude who's a pussy indie rocker of course and says nothing.
The coward indie rockers behind me start bitching about him and it's bullshit that he cut, my wife being awesome turns to them and says 'why don't one of you guys go tell him to get to the back of the line? I mean, we all agree it's not fair, right?'
They all stop and have no idea what to say. One says 'well, I didn't SEE him cut in line' the other says 'I don't want to lose my spot' the third just looks at the ground.
We have a nice laugh at them, a nice long hard laugh.
I called them fucking cowards, which they were totally cool with I guess since not one even looked up from the ground.
I yell to the dude 'Hey man, the line's back there what the fuck?'
He yells out some kind of drunk bellow and stumbles up to me laughing and says some drunk 'doooooooode I wahhhsss tryiiiiiing to.....dooooooooooode hahahaahha' and he stumbles away towards the back of the line.
I mention to the indie rockers that life is not as scary as they think it is, they should butch up a little. My wife expresses the same sentiment to them, except with sharp pointing and mocking obscenities.
They let a few people in and stop the line, we are maybe five back.
Fuck this.
We get out of line and walk straight in the front door without missing a beat. I even said 'sup' to the security guard watching the line I just got out of. He nodded back and we walked right up to the window, paid our money and there ya go.
I have no clue why that worked but it did, nobody questioned us or stopped us.
So we are inside, we are both very loopy from our chemical adventures but it is an interesting scene. These people are TRASHED. Rock dudes walking around without their shirts on, the show had not started yet it was not hot out yet they are soaked in sweat twirling their shirts above their heads. Dunno, but whatever they are having fun.
The place is big but has a tiny stage, the room is in a half oval kind of a cool set up.
Cocorosie's beatboxer came out and beatboxed. The people went NUTS for it, I got the feeling they go NUTS for anything anyone is doing on stage in this town. People were screaming and jumping around and buying the dude beers, they loved it. It was a dude making noises with his mouth and they couldn't get enough.
Next some spazzed out dude jumping around like a nutcase screaming and rapping with some noisy laptop dude blasting in the background.
The place went berserk, I thought these people were going to shit themselves. It felt like a Guns n' roses concert, people headbanging and playing air guitar to a dude with a laptop.
Then it hit me, ah 19 is the drinking age here.
Made a lot more sense. I even got into it, laughing and dancing around with these lunatic Canadians.
So Cocorosie indeed did play later in the evening.
They were good, played a bunch of new shit.

The end.

NC. come to ATP. you are wonderful humans.

slowriot wrote:in a related story:

http://www.myspace.com/cocorosie

dear loves
we are so sorry to announce that we cannot play the rest of the us tour dates
the band got arrested, thats all i can say
we love you all
we are playing a free show in New York on may 19th
please come if you can
we are crying
say a prayer for our band
love
Sierra and Bianca
later...

Too much doobie in their doobies?

i walked by richard's on richards on saturday at about the same time marsup would've been there. i was on my way to see Inland Empire and i saw a bunch of people waiting outside richard's to buy tickets.

i came this close to god, but we passed without meeting like two ships in the night....

slowriot wrote:as far as scripts in mexico go, it's far easier than you'd think. i've never been to TJ but i've been to nogalas, and the people who work the pharmacies there are pretty much standing outside looking for the young white people so as to inform them what's available. you can also haggle with them. i had a really good deal on valium going until a local cop walked in...

Yep...they should rename Nogales and call it Farmacia. Its fucking ridiculous there.

JC23by5 wrote:

slowriot wrote:as far as scripts in mexico go, it's far easier than you'd think. i've never been to TJ but i've been to nogalas, and the people who work the pharmacies there are pretty much standing outside looking for the young white people so as to inform them what's available. you can also haggle with them. i had a really good deal on valium going until a local cop walked in...

Yep...they should rename Nogales and call it Farmacia. Its fucking ridiculous there.

and yet so, so utterly heartbreaking. once you park your car and start walking towards the border, the vision of that wall stretching across the hillside with the tiny houses on each side is one of the most gut-wrenching things you'll ever see. like i said, i don't know what the TJ border crossing is like, but the fact that you simply walk through a turnstyle to get into nogales, mexico but enter through a hyper-sensitive US gov't entry center to get back to nogales, arizona is quite a stark juxtaposition.