Another Massive Update
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I created a PhotoBucket account for some of the pictures I take. Check it out. It has more from some of the events on this update and will be updated as time passes.
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Saturday, 07-31-04
Today was a special occasion...it was the Kigongo family and friends celebration for the graduation of Pat (from University of MD), brother Derrek (from larkstown North High School), and his uncle who also graduated from somewhere. It was at a hotel hall in Nanuet and I was surrounded by Ugandans!! The only other white person to come was Pat's ex-roomie Dan Brenner (aka 100dbs). That was awesome since I haven't seen Dan for quite some time (since I was in MD in the beginning of the year).
We sat, we ate, we watched people dancing (and a mass of people yelling "skeet skeet skeet" to Usher...jaw dropping. Pat had to give a speech, so he decided that Dan and I plus all of his Ugandan friends follow him up as an entaurage. It was awesome and Pat was great as always on the mic (anyone remember Java Jive?).
After the gathering, Dan and I waited for Pat at my place. We ultimatlly decided to first get a quick meal at the Nanuet Diner then join other family members at his aunts house. We sat on her back porch (Which was very nice) and had a drink. They kept offering more, but I had to refuse...one was enough...whatever they gave me was quite strong.
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Myself, Patrick, Daniel..........Ugandans Parrty.........."Skeet, skeet, skeet!"
Monday, 08-02-04
Today I decided I was hanging out with the lovely Vanessa, and now I know how to get to her damn house in Airmont. At first, our plan was to head down to Statan Island to meet up with someone I've been talking to who is going to Purchase with me. It was a spontanious decision, but I had been looking for somewhere to drive to again. Unfortunatlly, at the last minute that fell through. Jessie (who we were to meet) was obligated to a family dinner. As plans escaped us, I drove to Vanessa's planless.
We sat around chatting with her mother and playing with the cards in our wallets trying to stack them up. Eventually we decided to go out and get some Jersey gas (I was near empty) and she had a craving for chilly dogs. So we did those things while talking about life and love and the complications within. While eating our dogs, we got a call from Rich who was doing the Rockland World Radio's 3 Monkeys Named BOB Radio Show. They we're actually broadcasting video from Rock Yo Mamma Fest online, as it was it's 2 year anniversary.
We joined Rich. It was the first time I had seen Quinn's new studio. Nice. We did some commentary over the RYMF video footage and talked about days of old. I doubt anybody was even listening, except ourselves, but it was fun nonetheless. We sat around the studio for a bit after the show was over pondering what to do. Sammy had called and told us he had come back from Amsterdam, but then was a bit tired. We opted for some close by NJ diner. I forget what it was called, but Rich and I had pancakes while Vanessa ordered a waffle. Her waffle was crazy weird tasting and she had to send it back. The waitress was young and cute and bored and I tried to make some small talk with her (yeah, she wanted me).
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Rich: Sex God..........Studio..........Vanesssa: Sex Queen
Tuesday, 08-03-04
I had some suprise visitors on this night. It was Pat and the lovely Nina Young. Nina apparantlly was very interested in the recording process and it just so happens that I was recording a demo that night. Amidst some difficulty with ttracking and machinery, I did a basic layout of a song I actually write in 2001.m Very heavy. The recording is not good, but at least I finally got that idea on tape.
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Pat and Nina...so cute
Thursday, 08-05-04
Today I actually cleaned a lot of my room up (meaning, I hung up some clothes and made my bed, basiaclly). To prepare for the next evening's festivities, Vanessa and I met up to do some Stop and Shop shopping (but not before watching episode 1 of Jonny Sokko and His Flying Robot). We scrounged up lots of meat, chips, soda, silly plates, and select other things...oh and some interesting looking gallon of green substance called: Stop and Shop Lemon Lime Drink. It was green and 99 cents, so it needed to be bought. When we brought said groceries home, we tasted the green substance and decided that it was actually quite good.
We decided then to cook up some of my famous chicken tenders and watch a really really dark comedy called May that Maria showed e and I am further spreading it's disease. Vanessa claimed she liked dark comedy, so I tested her with this one. She loved it! (You can read her rave review in her own livejournal).
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..........Various Things Around My Room..........
Friday, 08-06-04
It had been too long since our camp had a BBQ (a few weeks at least) so I took it upon myself to host one. I had all the food ready (thanks to Vanessa and I's supermarket raid the night before). I had work in the morning, got out at 4:30ish, then chilled till about 7. At that time, I got my ass up, put on some decent clothes and went to the supermarket to grab some ice for the cooler. I told everybody to come at 7:30 ish so I rushed around setting things up: blowing all the leaves off the deck, cleaning the tables and chairs, getting the cushions out, filling the cooler with ice and soda, getting out the meat, setting up a light, cd player and the 2 bug zappers, then I waited.
Nobody showed till about or after 8:30. Vanessa was the first arrive (and started working on marinade for the chicken), followed closely by Patrick and Ed. The next group to arrive was Rich and Mike from 5fi and their friend Andrew (from the band Head On). Finally, Faith and Maria came. Nina, who worked, was the last to arrive.
We had a grand ol' time. We ate chips and drank Stop and Shop Lemon Lime Drink (which was a big hit!). I made the burgers, Pat took care of the Unstoppable Sausage, and Vanessa mastered the chicken. It came like waves of meat.
What was missing was more representation of the 3 Monkeys camp. Sammy was in NYC practicing with his band The Oggs, Adam was living and partying it up in DIrty Jersey, Evan is playing filmmaker in the Dirty South, and Dan is MIA. Next time perhaps, next time...
Whenever you put my friends together, especially in mass quantity, no matter what the circumstance, a good time is to be had. Lewd conversation is a must.
The night dwindled down after a few hours. Pat and Nina took off to...yeah, anyways...leaving the last 4 of us: Ed, Maria, Vanessa, and myself. We took a short and interesting drive and walk around, suprised some passing cars, and returned home to depart. I would have to say it was a success.
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Soundtrack of the night: The Faint, Agustus Pablo, King Tubby, Ben Wa's Devil Dub (w/ Buckethead), The Meatmen, Fear, Screamin' Jay Hawking, Faith No More.
Monday, 08-09-04
Ok, so first of all, you all suck! I must have asked every person I know that I see on an even semi-regular basis plus made a post on The Rockland Scene journal about going to this show, yet somehow I ended up going alone...something I don't remember doing since I was in Long Island with a bunch of deadbeat fucktards who wouldn't leave campus and spend $5 if their life depended on it. Enough with the run on sentance. Today, I went to a show at a place called La Cuna Cafe in Mohegan Lake, NY (where I've never been before) to see the infamous nintendocore band HORSE The Band. I left home at about 7:20 and got to the place at around 8. Lots of really young kids (ranging from probably 10 to 21) all over sporting their plugs, scene hair, and Folly shirts. Oh yeah, plus that one kid with the sort of long sort of curly hair with the Creed shirt...and that one kid who had really short pink shorts...what the fuck!?
I walked in durring the show's second band (I missed Zolof The Rock and Roll Destroyer)...an Equal Vision Records band Endicott. They sound...very Equal Vision...and not like the few cool bands on Equal Vision (er Coheed, Bane, Converge). I stood in front and watched them swing around and do their thing. They spit a lot. I definatlly got spit on at least once. They didn't impress me too much...and the sing has to stop saying "yeah, so like, anyways" between every song while heavy breathing.
From what I could gather HORSE The Band had not even arrived yet. After the set, I explored the place a bit...not a bad place...floor stage, bar, back patio, and people hanging out in the front. Also, it was right next door to a gas station, where I bought a Pepsi and some Twinkees and got harassed by a bum for $1 so he could buy beer.
The next band, I believe was Bleeding Kansas. Wooooo hardcore. They were'nt terrible, but nothing I haven't seen/heard plenty of times already. I stood on the side of the "stage" and watched the moshers mosh...
...pause for a minute, I need to rant. Mosher kids piss me off. These fucking kids go to shows prepared to do one thing: mosh. They have the gloves on and the look like "yeah, I'm gonna fucking mosh tonight!" They have signiture movers that they do over and over again. They don't ever just dance, they just mosh. And why? Because that's all they do.
...but there was one chick I kept watching, cute asian chick (probably 16 years old for all I know), and the only chick who got in the pit. It's not like she tried to fuck with the mosher kids or tried to take anyone out to proove herself like most chicks I see in a pit...she just did her dance when the space was available...too bad she must have terrible taste in music.
Next band was My Bitter End. I don't know what they were...something inbetween grindcore and metalcore shit...you know...they bring the "mosh." Boring. Kids really loved them though...for reasons unknown. Then again, kids that liked them were wearing Anterrabae shirts, who I saw in Long Island open for Andrew WK and thought they sucked some hardcore donkey balls. Once again, they weren't terrible, but nothing original...just another heavy band and I'm getting tired of unoriginal heavy bands.
Oh, by the way...still no HORSE The Band anywhere to be found. Now I'm getting scared that I'm wasting my time and my $10 waiting around for a band that I really want to see to not show up. Fuck.
The next band I actually liked, or at least they were much better than anything else I had seen today. It was a grindcore band called The Great Redneck Hope. Short songs, grindcore...that's how it goes, but they did it well. They tried to extend their set, stall, and play a few extra songs (thats like maybe 2 minutes in grindcore time) because the last band HORSE was still not here. I figured I would buy their CD if it was under $10. It was $10 and I didn't buy their CD...time to download I guess.
So I waited outside, sitting around, walking around, going back and forth to my car waiting for HORSE The Band to arrive and rock me. Finally, a white van pulled up and they were here...people cheered their arrival, which was great. Time to walk over to the gas station and get myself a Red Bull...I mean, I figure, it's HORSE The Band!! They are nintendocore!! They had a line for merch as soon as they brought it inside. I waited because I had nothing else to do, but I swear I wanted to punch this one 13 year oldish kid in the face, who was being a douche and braggina about having had 3 Red Bulls throughout the night. I considered buying a short, but they didn't have anything that realllly popped out at me at the time, so I just bought a CD, which I had heard all of before but wanted an original anyways.
So HORSE set up and told us the story about how their van broke down, AAA towed their van in park (I think) and broke something else, so they rented something else, drove to Boston to play, barely making it there, having to go back and get their van, which was still broken because of the towing, lost their bassist who went to drive and see his girlfriend somewhere, barely making this show and still not having a bassist. The drummer from (I believe) Bleeding Kansas was filling in and pretending to know the songs for the night. They started, and people danced, disco ball lights spun around us, and HORSE rocked the hizzouce! After 2-3 songs, their real bassist showed up and resumed his duties in the band, making funny faces all night. They played some great stuff: Cutsman, Bunnies, and an awesome song I had never heard before.
There was one girl in the crowd I kept looking to as I danced and took pictures. She was damn cute (but probably 16 years old for all I know). I ended up getting a picture of her in the crowd looking, I swear, like an angel. It must have hot right durring a strobe light, as she was standing still in the middle and everyone else moved around her. Awesome...if this girl ever reads this, take this picture and do something cool with it...it's the coolest picture you'll ever be in.
Durring one of the last songs, I was dancing around, and the asshole mosher in the Anterrabae shirt moshed and swing kicked me right in the fucking face. It cut part of my lip and the insideof my mouth (not bad, thank god) but for a few seconds I was shocked and for a few minutes half my face was numb. I somehow, through all that, had grabbed his foot after it hit me and if I wasn't so stunned, I wish I chucked the stupid fucker across the room, you asshole.
The show ended and I departed, got slightly lost going home, but easily found my way back. It's funny the flashback of memories you get that certain things trigger. This was the first time I went over the Bear Mountain Bridge and took the Palisades from that end back up to New City since Lindsay used to live in that general area. I remembered that while driving, but was listening to Neutral Milk Hotel which was shown to me by Sarah who heard of them through her ex-boyfriend who she is still madly in love with (which made me biast towards all the music he showed her that seeped through to me).
Angel in the Audience
For more pics, check out: My Photobucket
I created a PhotoBucket account for some of the pictures I take. Check it out. It has more from some of the events on this update and will be updated as time passes.
http://photobucket.com/albums/v455/vonesper/
Saturday, 07-31-04
Today was a special occasion...it was the Kigongo family and friends celebration for the graduation of Pat (from University of MD), brother Derrek (from larkstown North High School), and his uncle who also graduated from somewhere. It was at a hotel hall in Nanuet and I was surrounded by Ugandans!! The only other white person to come was Pat's ex-roomie Dan Brenner (aka 100dbs). That was awesome since I haven't seen Dan for quite some time (since I was in MD in the beginning of the year).
We sat, we ate, we watched people dancing (and a mass of people yelling "skeet skeet skeet" to Usher...jaw dropping. Pat had to give a speech, so he decided that Dan and I plus all of his Ugandan friends follow him up as an entaurage. It was awesome and Pat was great as always on the mic (anyone remember Java Jive?).
After the gathering, Dan and I waited for Pat at my place. We ultimatlly decided to first get a quick meal at the Nanuet Diner then join other family members at his aunts house. We sat on her back porch (Which was very nice) and had a drink. They kept offering more, but I had to refuse...one was enough...whatever they gave me was quite strong.
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Myself, Patrick, Daniel..........Ugandans Parrty.........."Skeet, skeet, skeet!"
Monday, 08-02-04
Today I decided I was hanging out with the lovely Vanessa, and now I know how to get to her damn house in Airmont. At first, our plan was to head down to Statan Island to meet up with someone I've been talking to who is going to Purchase with me. It was a spontanious decision, but I had been looking for somewhere to drive to again. Unfortunatlly, at the last minute that fell through. Jessie (who we were to meet) was obligated to a family dinner. As plans escaped us, I drove to Vanessa's planless.
We sat around chatting with her mother and playing with the cards in our wallets trying to stack them up. Eventually we decided to go out and get some Jersey gas (I was near empty) and she had a craving for chilly dogs. So we did those things while talking about life and love and the complications within. While eating our dogs, we got a call from Rich who was doing the Rockland World Radio's 3 Monkeys Named BOB Radio Show. They we're actually broadcasting video from Rock Yo Mamma Fest online, as it was it's 2 year anniversary.
We joined Rich. It was the first time I had seen Quinn's new studio. Nice. We did some commentary over the RYMF video footage and talked about days of old. I doubt anybody was even listening, except ourselves, but it was fun nonetheless. We sat around the studio for a bit after the show was over pondering what to do. Sammy had called and told us he had come back from Amsterdam, but then was a bit tired. We opted for some close by NJ diner. I forget what it was called, but Rich and I had pancakes while Vanessa ordered a waffle. Her waffle was crazy weird tasting and she had to send it back. The waitress was young and cute and bored and I tried to make some small talk with her (yeah, she wanted me).
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Rich: Sex God..........Studio..........Vanesssa: Sex Queen
Tuesday, 08-03-04
I had some suprise visitors on this night. It was Pat and the lovely Nina Young. Nina apparantlly was very interested in the recording process and it just so happens that I was recording a demo that night. Amidst some difficulty with ttracking and machinery, I did a basic layout of a song I actually write in 2001.m Very heavy. The recording is not good, but at least I finally got that idea on tape.
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Pat and Nina...so cute
Thursday, 08-05-04
Today I actually cleaned a lot of my room up (meaning, I hung up some clothes and made my bed, basiaclly). To prepare for the next evening's festivities, Vanessa and I met up to do some Stop and Shop shopping (but not before watching episode 1 of Jonny Sokko and His Flying Robot). We scrounged up lots of meat, chips, soda, silly plates, and select other things...oh and some interesting looking gallon of green substance called: Stop and Shop Lemon Lime Drink. It was green and 99 cents, so it needed to be bought. When we brought said groceries home, we tasted the green substance and decided that it was actually quite good.
We decided then to cook up some of my famous chicken tenders and watch a really really dark comedy called May that Maria showed e and I am further spreading it's disease. Vanessa claimed she liked dark comedy, so I tested her with this one. She loved it! (You can read her rave review in her own livejournal).
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..........Various Things Around My Room..........
Friday, 08-06-04
It had been too long since our camp had a BBQ (a few weeks at least) so I took it upon myself to host one. I had all the food ready (thanks to Vanessa and I's supermarket raid the night before). I had work in the morning, got out at 4:30ish, then chilled till about 7. At that time, I got my ass up, put on some decent clothes and went to the supermarket to grab some ice for the cooler. I told everybody to come at 7:30 ish so I rushed around setting things up: blowing all the leaves off the deck, cleaning the tables and chairs, getting the cushions out, filling the cooler with ice and soda, getting out the meat, setting up a light, cd player and the 2 bug zappers, then I waited.
Nobody showed till about or after 8:30. Vanessa was the first arrive (and started working on marinade for the chicken), followed closely by Patrick and Ed. The next group to arrive was Rich and Mike from 5fi and their friend Andrew (from the band Head On). Finally, Faith and Maria came. Nina, who worked, was the last to arrive.
We had a grand ol' time. We ate chips and drank Stop and Shop Lemon Lime Drink (which was a big hit!). I made the burgers, Pat took care of the Unstoppable Sausage, and Vanessa mastered the chicken. It came like waves of meat.
What was missing was more representation of the 3 Monkeys camp. Sammy was in NYC practicing with his band The Oggs, Adam was living and partying it up in DIrty Jersey, Evan is playing filmmaker in the Dirty South, and Dan is MIA. Next time perhaps, next time...
Whenever you put my friends together, especially in mass quantity, no matter what the circumstance, a good time is to be had. Lewd conversation is a must.
The night dwindled down after a few hours. Pat and Nina took off to...yeah, anyways...leaving the last 4 of us: Ed, Maria, Vanessa, and myself. We took a short and interesting drive and walk around, suprised some passing cars, and returned home to depart. I would have to say it was a success.
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Soundtrack of the night: The Faint, Agustus Pablo, King Tubby, Ben Wa's Devil Dub (w/ Buckethead), The Meatmen, Fear, Screamin' Jay Hawking, Faith No More.
Monday, 08-09-04
Ok, so first of all, you all suck! I must have asked every person I know that I see on an even semi-regular basis plus made a post on The Rockland Scene journal about going to this show, yet somehow I ended up going alone...something I don't remember doing since I was in Long Island with a bunch of deadbeat fucktards who wouldn't leave campus and spend $5 if their life depended on it. Enough with the run on sentance. Today, I went to a show at a place called La Cuna Cafe in Mohegan Lake, NY (where I've never been before) to see the infamous nintendocore band HORSE The Band. I left home at about 7:20 and got to the place at around 8. Lots of really young kids (ranging from probably 10 to 21) all over sporting their plugs, scene hair, and Folly shirts. Oh yeah, plus that one kid with the sort of long sort of curly hair with the Creed shirt...and that one kid who had really short pink shorts...what the fuck!?
I walked in durring the show's second band (I missed Zolof The Rock and Roll Destroyer)...an Equal Vision Records band Endicott. They sound...very Equal Vision...and not like the few cool bands on Equal Vision (er Coheed, Bane, Converge). I stood in front and watched them swing around and do their thing. They spit a lot. I definatlly got spit on at least once. They didn't impress me too much...and the sing has to stop saying "yeah, so like, anyways" between every song while heavy breathing.
From what I could gather HORSE The Band had not even arrived yet. After the set, I explored the place a bit...not a bad place...floor stage, bar, back patio, and people hanging out in the front. Also, it was right next door to a gas station, where I bought a Pepsi and some Twinkees and got harassed by a bum for $1 so he could buy beer.
The next band, I believe was Bleeding Kansas. Wooooo hardcore. They were'nt terrible, but nothing I haven't seen/heard plenty of times already. I stood on the side of the "stage" and watched the moshers mosh...
...pause for a minute, I need to rant. Mosher kids piss me off. These fucking kids go to shows prepared to do one thing: mosh. They have the gloves on and the look like "yeah, I'm gonna fucking mosh tonight!" They have signiture movers that they do over and over again. They don't ever just dance, they just mosh. And why? Because that's all they do.
...but there was one chick I kept watching, cute asian chick (probably 16 years old for all I know), and the only chick who got in the pit. It's not like she tried to fuck with the mosher kids or tried to take anyone out to proove herself like most chicks I see in a pit...she just did her dance when the space was available...too bad she must have terrible taste in music.
Next band was My Bitter End. I don't know what they were...something inbetween grindcore and metalcore shit...you know...they bring the "mosh." Boring. Kids really loved them though...for reasons unknown. Then again, kids that liked them were wearing Anterrabae shirts, who I saw in Long Island open for Andrew WK and thought they sucked some hardcore donkey balls. Once again, they weren't terrible, but nothing original...just another heavy band and I'm getting tired of unoriginal heavy bands.
Oh, by the way...still no HORSE The Band anywhere to be found. Now I'm getting scared that I'm wasting my time and my $10 waiting around for a band that I really want to see to not show up. Fuck.
The next band I actually liked, or at least they were much better than anything else I had seen today. It was a grindcore band called The Great Redneck Hope. Short songs, grindcore...that's how it goes, but they did it well. They tried to extend their set, stall, and play a few extra songs (thats like maybe 2 minutes in grindcore time) because the last band HORSE was still not here. I figured I would buy their CD if it was under $10. It was $10 and I didn't buy their CD...time to download I guess.
So I waited outside, sitting around, walking around, going back and forth to my car waiting for HORSE The Band to arrive and rock me. Finally, a white van pulled up and they were here...people cheered their arrival, which was great. Time to walk over to the gas station and get myself a Red Bull...I mean, I figure, it's HORSE The Band!! They are nintendocore!! They had a line for merch as soon as they brought it inside. I waited because I had nothing else to do, but I swear I wanted to punch this one 13 year oldish kid in the face, who was being a douche and braggina about having had 3 Red Bulls throughout the night. I considered buying a short, but they didn't have anything that realllly popped out at me at the time, so I just bought a CD, which I had heard all of before but wanted an original anyways.
So HORSE set up and told us the story about how their van broke down, AAA towed their van in park (I think) and broke something else, so they rented something else, drove to Boston to play, barely making it there, having to go back and get their van, which was still broken because of the towing, lost their bassist who went to drive and see his girlfriend somewhere, barely making this show and still not having a bassist. The drummer from (I believe) Bleeding Kansas was filling in and pretending to know the songs for the night. They started, and people danced, disco ball lights spun around us, and HORSE rocked the hizzouce! After 2-3 songs, their real bassist showed up and resumed his duties in the band, making funny faces all night. They played some great stuff: Cutsman, Bunnies, and an awesome song I had never heard before.
There was one girl in the crowd I kept looking to as I danced and took pictures. She was damn cute (but probably 16 years old for all I know). I ended up getting a picture of her in the crowd looking, I swear, like an angel. It must have hot right durring a strobe light, as she was standing still in the middle and everyone else moved around her. Awesome...if this girl ever reads this, take this picture and do something cool with it...it's the coolest picture you'll ever be in.
Durring one of the last songs, I was dancing around, and the asshole mosher in the Anterrabae shirt moshed and swing kicked me right in the fucking face. It cut part of my lip and the insideof my mouth (not bad, thank god) but for a few seconds I was shocked and for a few minutes half my face was numb. I somehow, through all that, had grabbed his foot after it hit me and if I wasn't so stunned, I wish I chucked the stupid fucker across the room, you asshole.
The show ended and I departed, got slightly lost going home, but easily found my way back. It's funny the flashback of memories you get that certain things trigger. This was the first time I went over the Bear Mountain Bridge and took the Palisades from that end back up to New City since Lindsay used to live in that general area. I remembered that while driving, but was listening to Neutral Milk Hotel which was shown to me by Sarah who heard of them through her ex-boyfriend who she is still madly in love with (which made me biast towards all the music he showed her that seeped through to me).
Angel in the Audience
For more pics, check out: My Photobucket