That's right, ladies and genitalia. The Asswipe Chronicles studios have moved from the friendly confines of whichever computer is available in the Gorgas Library to the friendlier, and more private (which means I can also watch porn while I do this) confines of my apartment!
I have to say, with the exception of failing a math test, last week was a pretty good week. I saw someone that I haven't seen in over a year and a half, a punk rock band from Tennessee crashed on my floor, and had a really awesome Halloween.
I was sitting in a class last Tuesday and got a text message from my friend Chelsea. The last time I saw her, I was working at Sears and it was Easter (see above). Anyways, she said that she was going to be in Birmingham that night (her feller was playing a show) and asked if I wanted to come up. I probably had other things to do (like study) but figured Birmingham would be more enjoyable. What started out as me going to a show and hanging out for a few ended up me not getting back to Tuscaloosa until 4:30 in the morning. It was really awesome to sit there, drink a few beers, play some songs with PJ (her feller), and just hang out. Some random guy walked into the place that they were crashing (which was also the venue where they played, Greencup Books) and started walking around. PJ was gonna do something, not knowing who it was. He got me to follow him upstairs (Great idea: An unidentified person walks in to where you're staying, follow him and leave your girlfriend alone downstairs) where he realized the guy was a friend of his. We were sitting around talking and the guy was talking about Ashes Fall (does anyone remember how awful they were) and I chimed in with the comment "Fuck Ashes Fall. Those guys were dicks." The dude looks at me, looks at one of the dudes in PJ's band, starts laughing, and then lets me known that both of them were in Ashes Fall. They had to find out eventually. Seriously, every time they played in Gadsden, those guys were dicks (and by those guys I really just mean their singer). This night, however, two of them were really cool.
New drinking game: Everytime I put something in parenthesis, take a drink.
Thursday night, this band was playing at Egan's. They were from Memphis and called the Angel Sluts. Judging by the name, I knew they had to be good. I walked in right as they were starting their second set. A Clash cover, two Stooges covers, and a James Brown cover, along with their own songs and I was sold. They were asking anyone there for a place to crash. I gave them floor space. Six dudes, my tiny apartment. Apparently, my carpet was the best thing that they had slept on in a few days. They were really gracious, left early enough for me to get to work on time, and even gave me a shirt, cd, button, and sticker. I gave them an open invitation to my floor whenever they were in Tuscaloosa again.
How was your Halloween? I listened to the Misfits, A.F.I. (old of course) and various psychobilly bands all day. I went as a junkie. Pretty much, I dressed like I normally dress and put makeup under my eyes to look tired and some on my arm to look like track marks and bruising, and fake blood on my face to look like I pick at it. Oh yeah, and a trucker hat that said "Breathe if yer Horny". After a couple of parties and shit-talking the Chicago Cubs, I saw the "8th Best Misfits cover band in Tuscaloosa" (Honestly, I didn't know that seven others existed.) It was awesome. My friend Steve did the singing and Egan's was rowdy. I also had some girl wanting to come hang out, but she left with some other dude. Story of my life.
But the above-mentioned Halloween listening brings me to the main point of this rambling (as if it wasn't long enough already [drink up]), bands/genres that I'm not into near as much as my friends. We have similar tastes for the most part (asshole tend to congregate with similar assholes), but there are differences, and here they are in somewhat shitty detail.
A.F.I. - The worst part of my day is when I plug the FM adapter to my iPod before I drive somewhere. A.F.I. is the first thing listed on my iPod and automatically plays first if I wasn't already listening to something. It's a frantic race to either pause it or find something else to listen to before Davey Havok starts doing whatever he calls what he does with the words of "Fall Children". I used to really like A.F.I., but it got really old really fast and now it feels like a chore to listen to, and I can't listen to it for more than about ten minutes before I want to stab something into my ears.
Psychobilly - Flat top haircut? Check. Creepers? Check. Upright bass that's slapped to get that clicking noise? Check. An extensive collection of B-grade horror movies to write all of your songs about? Check. Sorry guys, I remember a couple of years ago when everyone was really into psychobilly for some reason, but my interest really died after that summer. Seriously. I hate the constant playing with a chorus pedal on (I'm looking your way, Tiger Army), people that can't use a Bigsby without making the song sound like shit (once again, I'm looking at you, Tiger Army), and singing about some really bad horror movie that was made in the 50s. And really, get a different haircut.
Social Distortion - Okay, not mentioned above, but I'm pretty sure I'm the least interested in Social Distortion out of everyone that I hang out with. I really like old Social D, when it was still hardcore and Mike Ness was still hitting the spike. They lost me on the blues-punk thing. It was cool for a while. Not so much anymore.
Alright, now I've probably pissed off most of my friends.
I should probably clean my apartment. I was just standing over my kitchen sink and it smelled like asshole. Really, it smells like an asshole. It was gross.
For anyone at home that gives a shit, I'm coming home Friday. Someone is covering my closing shift at work, and I haven't been home in a month. I think I'm gonna go to First Friday and go to the EYO concert Sunday. Let's grab a drink.
I did an open mic last night at Innisfree. It was great. I did the Lawrence Arms/Sundowner's "100 Resolutions" and Against Me!'s "Reinventing Axl Rose" and "Walking is Still Honest". After I did Walking is Still Honest, someone told me that I was scaring them. It made my night.
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