monday, june 24th
you used to be my romeo
yesterday me and j went to the park to catch pop bands playing. i dig those kind of events because the bands come on, play their hit and maybe their new song and then leave. there is no time wasted in tuning instruments and whatnot, and for that i just love it.
we saw the baha man play 'who let the dogs out?' as well as the sugababes playing 'freak like me' and liberty x doing 'just a little' (yes, with their poles). i also loved sophie ellis-bextor's frock. she's stylish. being out in the sunshine with thousands of people was claustrophobic and exhilarating. there were a lot of folks waving gareth gates flags which was sorta weird. we spied one wrapped round a lady in cullottes. i was in my black tee with cherries on it and my black rah-rah skirt and got hot really fast. i covered myself with sun-block but still ended up getting all pink like.
this is a conversation about the weird boy-band who were on-stage at the time, bouncing around with electric guitars but no amps, recorded by me for posterity:
sophie: j, what are your thoughts on this boyband?
j: i think they’re plugging into the new digital rock revolution, by making a totally un-rocking digital rock song. this is also practised by such acts as pink, enrique and no doubt. however, by being a british boy band, they’re really shit at it. they’re also trying to tap into the faux-punk catchiness of blink-182 and sum-41.
sophie: so you don’t have a problem with the fact that they’re playing guitars, except they’re not playing guitars at all.
j: i couldn’t care less.
sophie: don’t you think that if you have a guitar up on stage you should be fucking playing it?
j: no.
sophie: why?
j: they probably play shit.
sophie: well, whats the point of having guitars at all then?
j: yes, they could all be carrying large, wet fish.
sophie: they’re quite cute though, aren’t they?
j: no.
that evening i went along to the national air guitar championships. on arrival, me and mai checked out the boys dressed up as various members of kiss and ac/dc breakdancing to 'frank sinatra' by miss kittin and the hacker. after awhile we headed outside into the glorious pink sunset to watch the huge sea. some boys in a car asked us what was going on inside. 'it's the national air guitar championships' i replied. 'we only wanted a pint!' said they. they asked for our phone number and so we ran away. the beach is beautiful late evening summer sunset. the pier looks peaceful, twinkling lights like stars down the horizon.
we went back inside and watched various air guitarers. the deejays who had an 'i heart ny' sticker on his bag was cute. one guy fell off the stage, there were many crowd surfers and a slamming mosh; and the whole thing was sorta weird because there was no band.
i heard the kinks 'you really got me' out in the bar and got all sad. we headed outside and watched a girl and a boy spin fire. the night air was beautiful, there was a full moon.
ben came out after awhile and told us to check out 'piss' (the kiss tribute band). we did. i ate ice, saw a couple of boys from my course, talked to them, the whole time being half-asleep. i was still hot inside from seeing pop bands in the burning sun all day. as we sped home, i thought we were in hoboken. it was weird.
the sun is just as bright today, and after a huge sleep i am job searching again. i have a box of strawberry hello panda cookies with me as i surf job-sites.
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