happy 17th/springtime/awesome
typical amherst am
typical amherst pm
springtime means rooftime
$300 in damages
(top right)
sunset on monkey island
coca cola kills people so you can drink slurpees!
I have a wicked awesome girlfriend
On Sunday I was hanging out at Northeastern with michele and casey and marie and red and friends to see Against Me!'s free show. We got fallafel, enjoyed the GORGES weather and smoked some spleefs before I had to peace out for the T to South Station and catch the bus back to A-Hurst. It was a really amazing time, despite NU's horrendously classist policy of only allowing kids with college ID's (any college) into the show. (so much for hs school kids... squatters... uh, poor people). BUT that's not what I wanted to make this post about.
I took the green line downtown from the Northeastern stop and got out at Park St. to change for the red line and descended the staircase underneath the green line's tracks to the red line platform. There I was greeted by the most magical cast of characters I have ever seen on the subway.
A lot of the time there is a musician performing on the Park St. red line platform. Usually a talented violinist or someone distinguished playing an obscure asian instrument. On April 17th the music of choice was fucking righteous metal. I walked down into the cavernous tube and all I could hear was a cacophony of blisteringly fast finger tapping against a driving tinny beat. There was this man, or God, mostly bald on top with gray long coarse hair and a round babyish face sitting amongst a pile of his equiptment and "things" and thrashing like a madman with a huge sardonic grin on his face. I was still really baked and had Against Me! ringing in my ears.
After about 10 minutes the platform began to get noticeably crowded on my side of the track. There must have been something wrong with one of the trains on the downtown line because one empty train barreled through the station without stopping and people kept crowding down the stairs from connecting trains. No one was expecting a rock concert.
Muahahaha.. after 25 minutes it was nearly packed on my side of the tracks and the ancient Lord of Thrash put on quite a show. He cranked up his amp, quickly tuned and then thrashed around a really fast and angry megadeth-style riff. At one time while a few punkd out kids were standing near him (one wearing an Against Me! sweatshirt) he pulled out a plodding folky-country-punky riff that sounded so distinctly Against Me!'s style. I got to watch all of their heads turn.
Anyways.. there's more parts to this story but I'm too lazy to write about it now, ask me.
:: additional characters of this anecdote include :: the boys from the hood : the blind seer : radical skateboarders : dreadlock in babylon : and more ::
And next year I'm definitely living in Mission Hill with Casey and Marie. Score!