hey guess what owen wilson doesnt like his picture taken at parties that have nothing to do with him. hey guess what owen wilson thinks he can just walk through the back door with his brother luke and sorta set the ground rules of the evening. hey guess what owen wilson seems to think that he can come to a ginormous festival of rock at a super crowded party so packed that the cops are working the door to make sure that capacity isnt reached and owen wilson tries to pretend that its he who is the rock star when indeed hes just a broken nosed pretty boy who should be thanking his lucky stars that he gets all the ass in hollywood and elsewhere and he should be saying cheese everytime someone takes a picture of his lame ass and im glad the flash didnt go off because here you can see him looking away like its gonna steal his fucking sold out soul.
hi its saturday the day after st paddys day. the day after the my chemical romance show. the day after the my chemical romance after party at the red bull house where the boys did show up but i was busy being bored to tears by Witch at the dirty dog and being stoked by zZz who opened.
but lets start with Witch. it must be sad for J Mascis. sad and dull to only get rave reviews for everything that he does. Dinosaur Jr. was the shit back in the day, all those records were great, what with his swirling shredding barbed wired solos and melloncolly vocals of wanting and longing. his semi-solo cd martin & me was touching and gorgeous featuring all the hits we loved but in a more intimate setting. and even his last band The Fog was killer and rocking and perfect and magical.
so he probably looked at all these glowing reviews and thought, i wonder if people will still be on my jock if i put together a band where i dont sing or play guitar, but instead surround myself with young kids who look like my sons who dont have my chops who dont have my signature style, who dont, infact, rock?
the answer dear one, is no, we will notice we will pout and we will write bad reviews on our blogs. Witch sucks. if someone would have walked past the Tower Records private party and saw the mess that Witch is they would have thought someone let the roadies get a set as a reward for being on tour for so long. its uninspired, its lacking of any substance, the solos were dull and the drumming sounded exactly like that of a guitar hero playing drums.
is mascis dying of cancer? was this his make a wish request? is he mad at his label and putting out the worst music he could deliver so as to get released or fulfil some sort of obligation? did he want to hear boos like those that Dylan heard when he went electric? what ever the situation he should come clean and let his audience know that if what theyre expecting is Houses of the Holy, what they will receive is Coda at the nice price.
afterwards i took a picture of j and whoever the frontman was so i could document one of the most disappointing rock shows ever.
zZz however were experimental and trippy and weird and original and had the Tower execs holding their ears. zZz is a dude on drums and a dude on sound effects delivered through keyboards.
the dummer sings and drums. he only has a snare a floor tom and a kick drum and cymbals and looks down alot and sounds like jim morrison and the music sounds like the doors if the doors were truly psychelic and not pop. youre not going to ever hear zZz on the radio which is good because radio doesnt deserve them.
reverb and echos and static and drumming and crashes and nearly techno but right close to that edge without falling in. i love zZz and im glad that i walked across town to see them open for Witch and im glad that Mascis got to hear them too because hopefully he was all, “omg so thats what drumming and new music sounds like, maybe i should fire these poseurs ive got and try something like this.”
but i doubt it because it seems like he hates someone and doesnt want to make up.
today im seeing the bell rays and hopefull the subways but i doubt it because its rainy and im sorta sick and im super tired but im here for work not play, cuz this is work, not play, believe it or not.
the cobrasnake took a picture of me at 4am working.
im not a good person. thats been astablished. i rush to jusdgements i criticize vehemently.l i dont spell cueck i dont grammar check i dont update as much as i used to . i dont ewrite as much as i used to. my early stuff was so much better. and even that was a rip off of someone. and now ive resigned myself to the easiest form of writing of all times. the drunk blog. i could get used to this. so could my liver. my whole body actiually is all dude this is so isla vista this si so tony del playa. this is so right on . this is what blogging is all about.
ive never wanted to be anyone else but you. ive never been happyt in my hat. ive never been satisfied. im never wrong. things are never right. but i cant believe how well this benadryl d is. i had to get it from behind the counter and the ladies made me sign a form. the ladies made me show id. the ladies made me write down my address.
sxsw. asustin sextas. i think ive f0und a new calling. i think im the new drunk bloggr. i think people will copy this shit. i think i inveneted it. actually im sure i didnt envent it but lets all pretend for a second that its one samll step for man and one gigantic bong rip for mankind.
but its snot. right now its 138p and im uploading pics from last night but meanwhile all the cool clubs are having bands play for whats called “free parties” which is a way for regular austiners to see the shows without wristbands or badges or being on the exclusive rsvp list.
manna from heaven maybe. leftovers from the festival. its 433am, and im back at the hotel. mc browns snoozing and bunny mcintosh is in my bed and the ac is on and the red bull and hapenstance is zipping through my head and i have so manhy stories to tell yhou but the comments have been pretty slow latgely and i dont know if its cuz you guys have nothing to say or if you dont want to say whoo hoo sxsw im so jealous but i dont know wwhat youd say anywhasys and i dont knwo what id say anyways either im just a rider on teh triean im just rolling along
austin. flatass. theres a few2 thingss that im learning alreayd and its only the first night of the musics. first thing is i drink better than you. other think is every bamd thinks therye the shit. last thing is most bands are not the shit.
and i read pretty much every blog that there is. so when i saw whitney matheson of the usa today blog right there in the Red Bull House i was all marcbrown marcbrown!
yesterday was the end of the interactive convention so we celebrated by eating crabs and crawfish and shrimp and potatoes and then i gave my camera to miss amerikill and she didnt give it back. so now ive lost my phone and my camera. actually its marcs camera. i saw her fall down with it and i should have probably taken it back then but shes a derby babe she falls down occassionally, i thought.
its 354pm. im not drunk, take a picture. im eating roomservice lunch again. im listening to an old howard stern. i just uploaded a bunch more pics on buzznet fr yr ass. im making lists. why am i making lists. oh because someone from the txrd was just here and said smoke this but i didnt want to smoke this and she said fuckr i didnt ask you if you wantedd to i am telling you thaqt you hafta smoke it and i was all is this cradck and she said crack is wack this is wickety wack so i said hark is that the door. and thankfully it was the door with the food. and when i paid and turned around there she was and she kissed me and blew smoke into my mouth and i coughed and she laughed and now im making lists.
and he actually relieves the buff security guard of his post and lets in a stream of people who definately should be in our bash and jokie says tony that right there is Chris Gore editor n chief of Film Threat magazine and he doesnt have an invite and im all you dont have to tell me who Chris Gore is, sir you are invited. and of course mr gore has six people with him which the fajita prince wasnt crazy about but he’s a bro so everything was good and after everyone got in i never came close to that door again because that was tension incarnate for EVERYONE wanted to be at the buzznet red bull party last night and we were approaching capacity quickly.
ior softball or dingleball or dodgeball thats it dodgeball and you can tell evedryone whats goihng on right then and if your phone is onb and youre readyh for some dodgeball people can announce whats happening and everone whose signed up to yhour shit will totallyh be all oh really theres hermit crab races at the starbucks? sweet.