barely existent, and aside from your pal Gary, the acting is atrocious.”
Tobe clapped me on the back and said, “Sounds awesome to me. Let’s go watch this.”
I said, “I watched it twice yesterday—”
He interrupted, “And twice was enough. Don’t worry, brother. I’m glad you didn’t blow smoke up my ass.” He gestured at the front door and said, “I’m sure there’ll be plenty of smoke blowing from that lot. I’m going in. Catch you after.”
As Tobe walked away, I called after him, “The effects are good!”
He laughed and said, “You’re full of shit, pal, but your heart’s in the right place.”
EXCERPTED FROM THE PAPERS OF DR. AARON GILLESPIE,
RISK MANAGEMENT ANALYST FOR THE DEPARTMENT
OF HOMELAND SECURITY
March 31, 2009—This was my seventh SXSW in seven years, and I decided it was to be my last. I never thought of myself as age conscious, but I realized after my fifth show in two nights that I was, I was. The people in the clubs were young enough to be my children, and the people in the bands were young enough to be my grandchildren. The music was fine, sometimes even spectacular, but was it worth getting slam-danced into? Was it worth being a magnet for spilt beer? Was it worth paying for the flight from Chicago to Texas, the hotel, the cover charges, the drink minimums, and the flight back to Chicago? By 2009, the answer was a resounding no.
After three consecutive nights of music, music, music, I was in the mood for a change. I considered attending one of the literary panels, but the only one that was not sold out was a panel discussing a new movement called “mash-ups.” I did not know what a mash-up was, nor did I care to learn.
There were several film screenings and discussions, some of which had potential but not that much potential. The only non-music event I was truly compelled to go to was a movie by the gentleman who made
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
. It was either that or back to my hotel room.
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ScaryBarry off to see DESTINY EXPRESS!!! mad psyched!!!
6:31 PM March 31 via web
FarceCycle @ScaryBarry Don’t gloat. It’s unbecoming.
6:33 PM March 31 via web
ScaryBarry the lights went off. DESTINY EXPRESS, ALL ABOARD!!!
9:42 PM March 31 via web
FarceCycle ©ScaryBarry Repeating: Don’t gloat. It’s unbecoming. Dick.
9:51 PM March 31 via web
http://andidaltrey.blogspot.com
Andi-Licious
The Useless Musings of Sophomoric
Sophomore Andrea Daltrey
THE DATE: TODAY
THE TIME: MY TIME
THE TITLE: THE TITLE
I don’t remember the lights going off, but I do remember drinking some gross beer, and I remember the movie starting, and I remember being scared, and I remember being grossed out.
I remember some guy touching me, and I remember where he touched me, and I remember thinking he shouldn’t touch me there without my approval.
I remember I wanted to ask him to stop, and I remember not being able to open my mouth.
I remember this funny feeling in my stomach, and I remember my knees shook, and I remember my tummy did a squiggle.
I remember my nipples getting hard, and I remember looking for him.
I remember him being gone and I remember being sad.
JANINE DALTREY:
It was a gorgeous night, and I was having fun chatting with Erick—who I’d always gotten a kick out of—so I decided to skip the movie. As for Andi, I figured she could fend for herself. She was a friendly girl, and I was sure she’d strike up a conversation with one of those horror nerds and be A-okay.
So Erick and I blabbed for a while. Like way too many guys in their early twenties, Erick didn’t ask a damn thing about me, but at least he was interesting to listen to. As was almost always the case, he talked mostly about his band, and how frustrated he was with the whole thing, and how fucked-up the record industry was, and how he wanted out, but he
had
to play music, and if he didn’t, he’d die. I appreciated the passion, but having grown up poor, I
Tobe clapped me on the back and said, “Sounds awesome to me. Let’s go watch this.”
I said, “I watched it twice yesterday—”
He interrupted, “And twice was enough. Don’t worry, brother. I’m glad you didn’t blow smoke up my ass.” He gestured at the front door and said, “I’m sure there’ll be plenty of smoke blowing from that lot. I’m going in. Catch you after.”
As Tobe walked away, I called after him, “The effects are good!”
He laughed and said, “You’re full of shit, pal, but your heart’s in the right place.”
EXCERPTED FROM THE PAPERS OF DR. AARON GILLESPIE,
RISK MANAGEMENT ANALYST FOR THE DEPARTMENT
OF HOMELAND SECURITY
March 31, 2009—This was my seventh SXSW in seven years, and I decided it was to be my last. I never thought of myself as age conscious, but I realized after my fifth show in two nights that I was, I was. The people in the clubs were young enough to be my children, and the people in the bands were young enough to be my grandchildren. The music was fine, sometimes even spectacular, but was it worth getting slam-danced into? Was it worth being a magnet for spilt beer? Was it worth paying for the flight from Chicago to Texas, the hotel, the cover charges, the drink minimums, and the flight back to Chicago? By 2009, the answer was a resounding no.
After three consecutive nights of music, music, music, I was in the mood for a change. I considered attending one of the literary panels, but the only one that was not sold out was a panel discussing a new movement called “mash-ups.” I did not know what a mash-up was, nor did I care to learn.
There were several film screenings and discussions, some of which had potential but not that much potential. The only non-music event I was truly compelled to go to was a movie by the gentleman who made
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
. It was either that or back to my hotel room.
twitter.com
ScaryBarry off to see DESTINY EXPRESS!!! mad psyched!!!
6:31 PM March 31 via web
FarceCycle @ScaryBarry Don’t gloat. It’s unbecoming.
6:33 PM March 31 via web
ScaryBarry the lights went off. DESTINY EXPRESS, ALL ABOARD!!!
9:42 PM March 31 via web
FarceCycle ©ScaryBarry Repeating: Don’t gloat. It’s unbecoming. Dick.
9:51 PM March 31 via web
http://andidaltrey.blogspot.com
Andi-Licious
The Useless Musings of Sophomoric
Sophomore Andrea Daltrey
THE DATE: TODAY
THE TIME: MY TIME
THE TITLE: THE TITLE
I don’t remember the lights going off, but I do remember drinking some gross beer, and I remember the movie starting, and I remember being scared, and I remember being grossed out.
I remember some guy touching me, and I remember where he touched me, and I remember thinking he shouldn’t touch me there without my approval.
I remember I wanted to ask him to stop, and I remember not being able to open my mouth.
I remember this funny feeling in my stomach, and I remember my knees shook, and I remember my tummy did a squiggle.
I remember my nipples getting hard, and I remember looking for him.
I remember him being gone and I remember being sad.
JANINE DALTREY:
It was a gorgeous night, and I was having fun chatting with Erick—who I’d always gotten a kick out of—so I decided to skip the movie. As for Andi, I figured she could fend for herself. She was a friendly girl, and I was sure she’d strike up a conversation with one of those horror nerds and be A-okay.
So Erick and I blabbed for a while. Like way too many guys in their early twenties, Erick didn’t ask a damn thing about me, but at least he was interesting to listen to. As was almost always the case, he talked mostly about his band, and how frustrated he was with the whole thing, and how fucked-up the record industry was, and how he wanted out, but he
had
to play music, and if he didn’t, he’d die. I appreciated the passion, but having grown up poor, I
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