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first public entry in, like, four evers.
i realized i failed to mention something relevant to my LJ . . .
we threw a party last month in "honor" of what came to be known as "The Party From Hell." it happened in 2002, with a lot of familiar characters playing drastically different roles, in different outfits, with different motivation. it was that party where everyone was about 13-17 years old, all angsty and hormonal and hyper . . . and sober, weirdly enough.
look hard enough in LJ (mine, others involved) and there are various accounts and aftermaths and residual shit laying about.
anyway, this year we threw the the ten-year anniversary party for THAT party, and we called it Emo Party. Emo as in late-'90s-to-early-2000s emo, not myspace emo with the guyliner and bangs and screaming. we're talking LJ/diaryland/melo emo. you know, sweaters and chucks emo. jade tree, deep elm, vagrant . . . a liiiittle bit of drive-thru . . . and Pinkerton. yeah. that's the stuff.
for me, the most fun thing about the party was the playlist and dressup. we busted out our glasses, argyle, chucks, and buttons -- basically cameron and i showed up dressed normal, and i admit to a sting of shame about that fact. on the playlist, we tried to toe the line between over-indulgent and whiny girl-emo (dashboard confessional, saves the day . . . y'know, stuff i liked) and heavy, brooding boy-emo (sunny day real estate, mineral . . . y'know, stuff i also liked). my favorite part of the playlist was the extreme reactions to some things: random people being super-stoked about random songs, and people cringing and groaning in unison over shit like "so impossible" COME ON DO YOU DO YOU LIKE DREEEAMING OF THINGS SO IMPOSSIBLE???
as far as parties go, it ended up being tamer than this year's post-SF party by a mile, if only by the merit of it being noticeably less populated. well hell, it could have been a much worse outcome on this party experiment, right? AFAIK nobody cried. As Far As I Know. honestly if the party had become an actual re-enactment of the original Party From Hell i'm pretty sure it'd have been a waking nightmare. treehouse is out of commission, jungle gym is overgrown, and i don't even fit under desks anymore, man . . . where would anyone hide? i'd predict a DUI or two coming off of that party.
on the upside, in attendance was a friend of a friend who happens to be in the party-promotion business (i really don't mean that as a euphemism for "drug dealer," i am dead serious) AND he is a huge fan of that era of emo. so we exchanged numbers and a few days after the party he pitched the idea of hosting/DJing flashback-emo nights at hipster bars. dunno how many people would go for it, but he's already been scouting potential locations. he has me on call for promotion.
sooooo in a way if that happens in LA -- underground throwback-emo scene, i mean -- the credit goes to CAMERON AND DYLAN. and me because i'm full of myself and i have all my hands in all the pots. duh.
keep your eyes peeled and your glasses smudge-free!
i realized i failed to mention something relevant to my LJ . . .
we threw a party last month in "honor" of what came to be known as "The Party From Hell." it happened in 2002, with a lot of familiar characters playing drastically different roles, in different outfits, with different motivation. it was that party where everyone was about 13-17 years old, all angsty and hormonal and hyper . . . and sober, weirdly enough.
look hard enough in LJ (mine, others involved) and there are various accounts and aftermaths and residual shit laying about.
anyway, this year we threw the the ten-year anniversary party for THAT party, and we called it Emo Party. Emo as in late-'90s-to-early-2000s emo, not myspace emo with the guyliner and bangs and screaming. we're talking LJ/diaryland/melo emo. you know, sweaters and chucks emo. jade tree, deep elm, vagrant . . . a liiiittle bit of drive-thru . . . and Pinkerton. yeah. that's the stuff.
for me, the most fun thing about the party was the playlist and dressup. we busted out our glasses, argyle, chucks, and buttons -- basically cameron and i showed up dressed normal, and i admit to a sting of shame about that fact. on the playlist, we tried to toe the line between over-indulgent and whiny girl-emo (dashboard confessional, saves the day . . . y'know, stuff i liked) and heavy, brooding boy-emo (sunny day real estate, mineral . . . y'know, stuff i also liked). my favorite part of the playlist was the extreme reactions to some things: random people being super-stoked about random songs, and people cringing and groaning in unison over shit like "so impossible" COME ON DO YOU DO YOU LIKE DREEEAMING OF THINGS SO IMPOSSIBLE???
as far as parties go, it ended up being tamer than this year's post-SF party by a mile, if only by the merit of it being noticeably less populated. well hell, it could have been a much worse outcome on this party experiment, right? AFAIK nobody cried. As Far As I Know. honestly if the party had become an actual re-enactment of the original Party From Hell i'm pretty sure it'd have been a waking nightmare. treehouse is out of commission, jungle gym is overgrown, and i don't even fit under desks anymore, man . . . where would anyone hide? i'd predict a DUI or two coming off of that party.
on the upside, in attendance was a friend of a friend who happens to be in the party-promotion business (i really don't mean that as a euphemism for "drug dealer," i am dead serious) AND he is a huge fan of that era of emo. so we exchanged numbers and a few days after the party he pitched the idea of hosting/DJing flashback-emo nights at hipster bars. dunno how many people would go for it, but he's already been scouting potential locations. he has me on call for promotion.
sooooo in a way if that happens in LA -- underground throwback-emo scene, i mean -- the credit goes to CAMERON AND DYLAN. and me because i'm full of myself and i have all my hands in all the pots. duh.
keep your eyes peeled and your glasses smudge-free!