IT'S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS. BY COLIN NISSAN
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I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I'm about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it's gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There's a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.
I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I'm going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, "Aren't those gourds straining your neck?" And I'm just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, "It's fall, fuckfaces. You're either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you're not."
Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff'rent Strokes—specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn't it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they're both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that's upsetting, but I'm not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.
The next thing I'm going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I'm going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it's not summer, it's not winter, and it's not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it's fall, fuckers.
Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you're going to fucking love my house. Just look where you're walking or you'll get KO'd by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you're going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned.
For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.
I can't believe we weren't at that lovely NYC show ...
My heart hurts real bad about it. Between missing that and my goddamn camera committing suicide yesterday, I'm a little downtrodden. Woe is ME! Gonna go put on some lipstick and finish off that bottle of Grey Goose with my morning orange juice.
Ladies, do not fret. I was there in NYC to represent and you were there with me in spirit. Suffice it to say that our sweet, handsome Jay rocked that show in his usual unpretentious and masterful fashion. The voices were quite gorgeous together and the room was filled with beautiful sounds from the kick-ass band. Sheesh, Mark Spencer continues to thrill and amaze. Ahhh ... Big Sur, Voodoo Candle, These Roads Don't Move, San Francisco, One Fast Move ... it was all pretty swoontastic. I could do with more of the Jay/Ben combo if it happens to be in the cards.
Alas, I have no images to share. I only had my old, crappy point-and-shoot camera that produces nothing but blur in a concert venue. I tried.
I only wish that there were more songs. I wanted more. Lots more.
p.s. Ben is a cutie (sorry) but Jay was just extra special hot last night. I was transfixed.
End swoon.
Dreamy!!! Thanks for representing the Swoon-Couch Collective; the rest of us just couldn't get our shit together to make this happen. Yes, LOTS MORE. They really need to do more than kick around that idea of another tour for this. sigh. So perfect. I've been attempting to satiate myself by listening to all the live-streams or recorded versions of anything they've done these past 2 weeks. Awesome stuff. Sweet and perfect harmonies. And your Cutie Report: giggle. Of course!
I can't believe we weren't at that lovely NYC show ...
My heart hurts real bad about it. Between missing that and my goddamn camera committing suicide yesterday, I'm a little downtrodden. Woe is ME! Gonna go put on some lipstick and finish off that bottle of Grey Goose with my morning orange juice.
Ladies, do not fret. I was there in NYC to represent and you were there with me in spirit. Suffice it to say that our sweet, handsome Jay rocked that show in his usual unpretentious and masterful fashion. The voices were quite gorgeous together and the room was filled with beautiful sounds from the kick-ass band. Sheesh, Mark Spencer continues to thrill and amaze. Ahhh ... Big Sur, Voodoo Candle, These Roads Don't Move, San Francisco, One Fast Move ... it was all pretty swoontastic. I could do with more of the Jay/Ben combo if it happens to be in the cards.
Alas, I have no images to share. I only had my old, crappy point-and-shoot camera that produces nothing but blur in a concert venue. I tried.
I only wish that there were more songs. I wanted more. Lots more.
p.s. Ben is a cutie (sorry) but Jay was just extra special hot last night. I was transfixed.
Is that a euphemism for something super-creepy? If so, then yes. If not, well - I don't know. What's drill team?
-Dev
i guess i'll need an audience to make it official
and for critique.
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ladies confession: mini-crushing on the crazy eastern-euro singer from
gogol bordello. gonna try and catch the show.
*********
women rock! omg! people think we's nuts, but they
are really awesome. i've had the pleasure of rockin' out
with some relly cool chicks lately and well its refreshing.
*********** awesome, so it is, when he moves you with his mind!
I can't believe we weren't at that lovely NYC show ...
My heart hurts real bad about it. Between missing that and my goddamn camera committing suicide yesterday, I'm a little downtrodden. Woe is ME! Gonna go put on some lipstick and finish off that bottle of Grey Goose with my morning orange juice.
lipstick and your nicest most extreme favourite earrings!
earrings make my blues less so.
and boots-who cares if yer just wearing 'em around the house.
p.s. DSW is having a crazy boot sale. its like a boot explosion!
unfortunately, i had to really focus when i was there to stick to a boring tennis shoe purchase *yawn*.
high kicks, choreographed "mini"-routines.
stuff like that. with jack daniels involved.
if you dont wanna dance, thats cool.
i guess i'll need an audience to make it official
and for critique.
that should be pretty creepy yes?
Yes. I'm in!
***********
ladies confession: mini-crushing on the crazy eastern-euro singer from
gogol bordello. gonna try and catch the show.
I understand crushes. Message board superstars aside, I'm terminally crushing on Mark Kozelek / Sun Kil Moon. I was cyber stalking him (I mean, reading about him casually on the 'net) ... Here's a snippet:
"After about an hour, while Kozelek lit a cigarette and changed guitars, members of the audience began to shout requests. “The next person who says anything, I’m gonna punch in the fucking face,” he deadpanned. “I’m in a great mood. I’m glad that you all are familiar with my entire life’s work and want me to play them all. It’s this body of work that lets me play in this wonderful mall.” Despite its grand sounding name, Kozelek’s reference was correct- - the Carling Academy Islington is located in a small mall, complete with several clothing outlets, a Border’s bookstore, an Odeon movie theatre complex, and several inexpensive restaurants.
I know. What's NOT to love?
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women rock! omg! people think we's nuts, but they
are really awesome. i've had the pleasure of rockin' out
with some relly cool chicks lately and well its refreshing.
Yes. YES. Women who rock: animated, enthusiastic, dedicated and forever vigilant.
***********
I can't believe we weren't at that lovely NYC show ...
My heart hurts real bad about it. Between missing that and my goddamn camera committing suicide yesterday, I'm a little downtrodden. Woe is ME! Gonna go put on some lipstick and finish off that bottle of Grey Goose with my morning orange juice.
Is that a euphemism for something super-creepy? If so, then yes. If not, well - I don't know. What's drill team?
-Dev
high kicks, choreographed "mini"-routines.
stuff like that. with jack daniels involved.
if you dont wanna dance, thats cool.
i guess i'll need an audience to make it official
and for critique.
that should be pretty creepy yes?
***********
ladies confession: mini-crushing on the crazy eastern-euro singer from
gogol bordello. gonna try and catch the show.
*********
women rock! omg! people think we's nuts, but they
are really awesome. i've had the pleasure of rockin' out
with some relly cool chicks lately and well its refreshing.
*********** awesome, so it is, when he moves you with his mind!