VooDoo U

Lords of Acid

I just spent an hour in the sun on my porch, in my pink pajama pants and a sports bra, listening to Lords of Acid and smoking. I still have a tendency to smoke every once in a while.

I got an urge to take off my pants and then remembered that I go commando to bed and thought the neighbors might not appreciate it.

The sun felt great. The smokes were great too. Nicotine is amazing.

Wait a sec, I'm supposed to be listening a different Lords of Acid album and my player skipped to Madonna. I don't feel like listening to Madonna and yet I don't feel like getting off my ass.

I can't stand this nonsense... must change music...

Back...ah...sweet joy in my ears.

My head won't shut up today. I just can't turn it off long enough to concentrate on anything. I thought smoking might help but it looks as if I might have to go do yoga or some crap like that. I need to clear up my head. It has been so muddled lately that I've almost forgotten who I am.

I can do this. I can be alone. I just must convince myself if anything will ever happen it will. With him or someone else. Patience.

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Yes, it is 4 in the afternoon and yes I am still in my pajamas.
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I did get one thing done today. I tried to fix my neighbor's carpet cleaner(it broke so she gave it to me), fucked it up, and then threw it in the dumpster. I tried. It would have been a free carpet cleaner. One less piece of shit in my apartment is nice too.

Root Down

Beastie Boys

I saw the Beastie Boys play at Red Rocks tonight. Amazing.

They started with Root Down and finished with Sabotage.

I will have to write more later when I have time. I work at 7am. Feh.

The Daily Camera - Denver Show Review (09-09-04)

Beastie Boys kick off tour in style

By Aimee Heckel, Camera Staff Writer
September 10, 2004

MORRISON - Wine isn't the only thing that tastes better with age. So does Brass Monkey, as the good ol' Beastie Boys proved Thursday night at a sold-out Red Rocks Amphitheatre.

Sure, MCA Adam Yauch's silver hair hovers above him like a gray cloud, conspicuously hidden under a white baseball cap. (And is it just me or did his voice get raspier with his recent 40th birthday?) And Mike Diamond (aka Mike D) and Adam Horovitz (Adrock) sounded a little less whiney - a little.

But the Beasties bounced across the stage in their dorkily cool green jumpsuits Thursday night with enough energy to ignite the crowd for an hour and 15 minutes. Their rhymes are timeless, period, especially the explosion of old-school they opened with - "Root Down" and "Sure Shot," both from 1994's Ill Communication album.

This was the Beasties' first Colorado concert in six years. Nothing personal. Nobody (except the Sasquatch they say kidnapped them during that time) saw much of the Beasties between 1999 and this summer. They haven't rocked Red Rocks in a decade.

Apparently Colorado had been waiting on them to return; their show sold out in less than an hour - one of the few instant sellouts of the slow summer season.

Red Rocks was the first stop on the Boys' (er, men's) month-and-a-half tour to promote their new album, To the 5 Boroughs, released in June. They rocked Thursday's show with a smooth "Triple Trouble" and an energetic "Ch-Check it Out," but didn't overdo the new stuff. As expected by the Boroughs' political and borderline preachy tone, the Beasties urged the crowd to "Please go out and vote against George Bush." Cheers erupted from the crowd, mostly white guys in their late 30s, like the three MCs.

Mix Master Mike (Michael Schwartz), perched on his elevated turntable, stole the show with a five-minute opening solo and another thirty minutes later. This led into a 15-minute jazzy instrumental that bored the younger crowd to mosh. The older fans seemed to enjoy the breather. The Beasties redeemed themselves with a "people-friendly" sing-along of "Paul Revere," from the 1986 Licensed to Ill release. Add that to a twist of "Brass Monkey," "Intergalactic" and, of course, "Sabotage," and it's hard to imagine the Beasties will ever grow too old to "parrr-ty."

Set List

Main Set

Root Down
Sure Shot
Right Right Now Now
Pass the Mic
Super Disco Breakin'
The New Style
Posse in Effect
Open Letter to NYC
Three MCs and One DJ


Instrument Set

Sabrosa
Son of Neckbone OR Ricky's Theme
Something's Got to Give



Second Set

Jimmy James
Triple Trouble
Paul Revere
Body Movin'
Brass Monkey
Shake Your Rump
So What'cha Want


First Encore

Intergalactic


Second Encore w/instruments

Gratitude
Sabotage

Random

Mmm...Bite Me...or make me laugh

A Soft Piece of Flesh

Limehouse Outlaw

I woke up today and jumped out of bed. I thought I had a meeting at work that I forgot about so I went running to my calendar. I was wrong. I hate that.

Then my heart hit me with a bulldozer and reminded me of why I stopped taking chances. Rejection, in any form (intentional, unintentional, or perceived), sucks.

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Ok, so I'm a Wolfgang Press fanatic. A while ago I sent an email to Andrew Gray (former WP guy). I didn't hear anything until last month and got all giddy because I got an email from him. I'm listening to Limehouse Outlaw now which is his recent stuff and dig "A Soft Piece of Flesh". If you haven't figured it out by now most of the titles in my blog are song titles or lyrics. What I'm listening to always seems to be appropriate to how I'm feeling or writing about. Now I'm just babbling.

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The last few days:

I went to the doctor and got all my prescriptions. I needed to have my drug levels tested again. I told the phlebotomist the vine and the type of needle and she questioned me. Fuck. Do I have to scream at the top of my lungs every time I get blood drawn that my veins suck and you have to use a butterfly needle or you'll blow all my veins and have to suck it out of the top of my hand!? Ugh. What did the dumb bitches do? They put a newbie on my arm to try it out. She stuck the needle in and searched for over a minute on my vein. I told her the vein was cashed if she didn't get it within the first 5 seconds. Now I have a lovely bruise on my left elbow on my only decent vein. The experienced lady decided to have a stab at me. She did something no other phlebotomist has ever done she went straight to my right forearm in some random fucking vein. Holy hell it hurt like a bitch and I now have a gigantor purple bruise on my arm. Then I got to have a shot in my arm to update my Hep A vaccinations.

A guy came over yesterday to fix my screwed up drywall. All I have to say is if you're in a stranger's house and they are the client - put the fucking toilet seat down.

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I know my last entry or two have been on the angry side. My head is going through a lot right now. I've been dropping the f-bomb like it's candy.

You meet people in life for a reason.

I need time.

I'm sorry I asked for too much.

do it with sincerity

I took out the last 3 entries and put them back in just as easily. I had my reasons at the time for taking them out. Now I just don't know what to think...