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the Classical wrote:
Maurice wrote:Last night I and two friends did a dissonant (lots of tritones, minor seconds) drone metal piece, shoehorned into the middle of an anarchist festival after two folk acts and a poet. Very few of these people had any context for this kind of thing (like knowing that drone, doom, or stoner metal exist, or ever having heard Morton Feldman). We were slotted for fifteen minutes (down from an initial 30), and even at that, asked to stop after 12:30. I think we made at least one person cry.




The band I am in, we played a show last week with some "hardcore punk rock" bands. This show was in a local record store that some friends of mine run. Apparently these bands and their fans wanted very little to do with us as noted by my friend who was working the counter and overheard several "hardcore punks" complain loudly that our band was "just a bunch
of noise" and "lacked rhythm" while walking out the door w/ fingers shoved in their ears.

"Hardcore punks" think we are too noisy.


The only two types of bands in Wilmington, NC at one time were post-rock and hardcore. Needless to say, anything I ever did never fit the archetype and I was usually booed, spit on, or the PA was shut off. Even when playing with bands who seriously lifted entire songs from Explosions in the Sky's first album in front of a bunch of bearded hipsters, my bands could never get the time of day.

Once, I beat the shit out of a kid who punched me in the head after running on the stage (I was seated doing an on-the-fly tape loop) and called me a "Warhol faggot." Scared the shit out of his friends when I stood up and chased him to the soundboard where I proceeded to slam his skull against the booth. Harvey the sound guy spoke into the talkback for the whole room.

"Anyone else feel punk rock?"

Luckily, venues have now opened (or measures have been taken) for "alternative" musicians who also incorporate elements hitherto unseen in the good ol' ILM.

Little details from your day

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I saw Bruce Springsteen tonight. The show was not as good as the last time I saw him, but I had fun nontheless.

Some details:

1) Jesse Malin (WTF?) and I think Conor Oberst (WTFF?) joined Bruce for the last song, a cover of "Twist & Shout"

2) Nils Lofgren played both a Jazzmaster with soapbar pickups AND did a fucking backroll while soloing.

3) Bruce almost fell whilst playing guitar (I can identify) but recovered nicely.

4) I ran into three people I knew, all of whom (like me) were sort of amazed that they were at a show such as this.
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I was woken up ten minutes before my alarm by torrential rain on my velux window. Very effective. I'd just finished a dream where Chelsea beat Manchester United 6-1, Bobby Charlton scored the sixth for Chelsea and refused to celebrate. I watched the game from the baroque fountain in the middle of the pitch, which was surrounded by empty brutalist office blocks on stilts. These were all clear glazed so one could see inside and seemed to have been abandoned in a hurry, and I was considering which one to buy.

Now I am at work, and in twenty-two-and-a-half hours I will be on a plane to Riga, Latvia.
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My housemate has been feeding a local stray cat, and now the fucker won't leave us alone. He's taken to sitting at the doorstep (front and back) meowing like crazy in the hope that he'll get some food. Now, I love cats, but I don't like scroungers. This pussy is a flippin' scrounger. And it's probably riddled with disease. The little fucker bites too (thankfully though, it hasn't taken a chunk out of me yet). I'm thinking of releasing a pack of wolves into the garden to deal with it.
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