god bless the talking heads...

I . . . who took the money? Who took the money away? I . . . it’s always showtime here at the edge of the stage
I, i, i, wake up and wonder "what was the place, what was the name?" We wanna wait, but here we go again... I . . . takes over slowly but doesn’t last very long I . . . no need to worry evr’ything’s under control
O - u - t but no hard feelings What do you know? take you away. we’re being taken for a ride again.

I got a girlfriend that’s better than that. She has the smoke in her eyes. She’s moving up, going right through my house. She’s ginna give me surprise. Better than this, know that it’s right. I think you can if you like. I got a girlfriend with bows in her hair and nothing is better than that.

Down, down in the basement we hear the sound of machines. I, i, I’m driving in circles. Come to my senses sometimes. Why, why, why, why start it over? Nothing was lost, everthing’s free. I don’t care how impossible it seems. Somebody calls you but you cannot hear. Get closer to be far away. Only one look and that’s all that we need, maybe that’s all that it takes. All that it takes, all that it takes. All that it takes, all that it takes. I got a girlfriend that’s betther than that and she goes wherever she likes. (there she goes...) I got a girlfriend that’s better than that, now everyone’s getting involved. She’s moving up going right through my heart. We might not ever get caught. Going right through (try to stay cool) going through, staying cool. I got a girlfriend that’s better than that. And nothing is better than you. I got a girlfriend thats better that this, and you don’t remember at all. As we get older and stop making sense you won’t find her waiting long.

Stop making sense, stop making sense...stop making sense, making sense.

I got a girlfriend that’s better than that.

And nothing is better that this

( is it? )

im such a fucking dirty hippy it disgusts me...

well, its been a week or so since i posted to this thing that im sure no one reads now. even amy, my one lone fan has abandoned her neato blog thing.

well, i will troop on.

(for those of you who have never been to a hippy show, skip the rest of this, you wont understand anything)

i was at Widespread Panic this weekend up at Red Rocks. the shows were great, which i wasn't necisarilly expecting, but definately welcomed. i went up and sold food with my dog on the second night since i didnt have a ticket. me and kelly wrapped burritos for about three hours before the show, in total about 35 bucks worth of supplies.

made it up to the parking lot around 3 and started selling food like a madman. in total about 160 someodd dollars from three hours of half-assed walking around/drinking imported beer while selling to the people that were too scared to buy from the dirty hippies.

see, panic shows are funny outside. it has its draw of your stereotypical 'secret stoner' souther frat-boy due to their origins in the south. because of this, and the fact that they released an amazing live album recorded at red rocks (not to mention red rocks just kicks ass, for those of you who have never been, come out) makes it a hot ticket. well, these are the type of kids that start bar fights with "dudes" for lookin at their "chick" wrong in their regulaer setting of[insert popular frat bar name of southern college town]. but in this setting they get a bit freaked out, and tend to stick together in groups tailgating on the back of their tahoes and suburbans.

This is balanced out by your usual hippy dippies.

of course there are the highschool age stoners, happy to get away from mom and dad for an entire day and night and spend their lawn-mowing money on paper thin lot t-shirts, bunk acid and beer, sweet sweet underage purchased beer. this usually leads to one or two of their group vomiting up all over the stair railing on the north side of the ampitheater down into the gulley where the rush of stale beer water comes pouring from all the vendors up top at the end of the show.

the fratboy fans (FBFs) will interact with the highschool age stoners, but usually in some mocking way, ridiculing their tye dyes or hippy tendancies.

then you have the typical colorado music loving hippies. these people love just bieng out and enjoying the show, usually in their chacos and wardrobe purchased exclusively at REI or EMS (including me with my EMS raincoat). They hang out behind their car, turning down vendors slanging beers, molly, mushrooms, headies, goo balls, t shirts, free fruit (hopefully not laced with anything, but they seemed like a nice couple...), glass pipes, sage, free hugs, ticket scalpers, ticket seekers, water sellers, you name it because they came prepared. nothing like seeing a show in your own backyard.

the FBFs get along with these types alright. as long as politics is not brought up. but again, anyone without a side swooping haircut (thats a bit hard to explain, think donald trump) or a [insert white cap with southern college] cap on is definately not one of their own.

As i walked around selling burritos, dipping into the vendor world for an afternoon, i saw all different kinds of people in different degrees of bieng what one could consider the tour rats. These are the people that the FBFs avoid because, i think, the crazy liberal hippies scare and entice them and they are worried they might not look cool for their friends hanging with them. of course they will talk to the tour rat/vendors, and usually in a polite, but dismissing, manner. oh, no thanks brah, were all set here, maybe after the show...

the vendors are usually cool people, some are pretty dirty sketchy people. i wondered about a few of the guys i saw, like, where do they go when there isn't a band worth following on tour? most looked like the guy i give a cheeseburger to out in front of Metro on Colfax every once in a while. Selling items from legit to very non legit. these peole make their way following the band (or in the case of some, many bands) around the country. some do it strictly for profit, some do it to earn money for the next show. i was doing a bit of both. I had decided that i wasnt going into the show, i had disco with me and i wasnt going to leave her in the car, but i was going to the next night and had gone the night before, yet i live here... oh well, i fed the masses.

Then you have your serious tour rats. you have the ones that are selling things for cash, and looking for a ticket while doing so. mostly guys, grubby skate shoes or worn out, chunky, full-foot sandalls from tj max. They mostly hang out in the upper part of the lots, where everyone else has to filter thru to get to the venue on the hill above asking for kick-downs of everything from cigarettes to tickets to hits of x and everything in between. It doesn't matter what band is touring or playing, these people are there because its the heady thing to do, brah. I'm not bashing dreadlocks, i think they rock and know plenty of kids with dreadies. but these are the ones that give people with dreadlocks the easy tag of 'burnt out stoners'. covered in a red dusty film from sunburned head to dirty cut up toes. someone told me they were the wookie mafia, going from some east coast show to bonaroo to wakarusa to panic red rocks to high sierra music fest in cali, but again that was from one of the less sketchy rats, so i took it for what it was worth.

basically, everyone avoids these people at some point. either the super sketchy dudes doing and offering blow next to your girlfriends Envoy, or the guy with a head full of acid talking about some drug deal he did to get his free dose while trying to talk your buddy down on an already cheap 2 dollar fat tire.

what is this all about? I dont know, just some observations from the concert this weekend, im sure ill make sense of this later. or, i guess i don't have to. i went to two kickass concerts fifteen minutes from my house at the greatest ampitheater in the world and came away with money in my pocket. i dont need a point to this story.

-b

(ill be back to regularly posting all zero of you who read this.)

jeb bush is a fucking moron.

this story angers me so much i won't even post about it beyond saying that Jeb Bush is as big a loser as his fucking brother. leave this case alone now, realize you were wrong and quit trying to save face you useless fuck.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/LAW/06/17/schiavo.governor.ap/index.html

it disgusts me how evil and backwards the 'christian' right is.

i hope he ends up as a veggie some day.

-b

why i love amy...

1. she reads my blog.

2. she comments on my blog.

3. boobies.

4. did i mention boobies?

5. she's a jew from the midwest. I feel cultured when im around her, not so 'Texas-WASPish'.

6. she can clear a bong with the best of them

7. knowledge of all things punk rock, yet she still can deal with my hippy crap.

8. she loves me even tho we go weeks without hanging out, seeing each other or even talking and still considers me her good friend.

9. she lives with people who can maybe get my ass a job.

10. she kicks ass.

i say tomato....

so, mrs. shiavo was nothing more than a blob of skin, flesh and barely functioning electrical signals.

granted her parents wanted what all parents would want in that situation, to have their child back. but the refusal to accept modern science and their insistance that it was (and still is) a coverup is insane. and even more disgusting was the conservative right wing's using them for political gain and to raise money for themselves.

the poor girl was dead years ago.

so now, the christian fundamentalists are calling it a liberal coverup. and they say us liberals have whack conspiracy theories.

how about realizing that god doesnt perform selfish miracles according to the belief system they preach and pretend to practice? They sure preach it, but heaven forbid they practice what it really means to be a christian.

hopefully now, however, her family and all involved can let it rest and try and remember her as the living, loving, eating-disorder plauged young woman she was.

-b

I'm in the wrong business...

okay, so Paris Hilton announced today that she is going to retire from public life in two years.


"I thought it was cute to play a dumb blonde. On TV, I do it because it's funny. I consider myself a businesswoman and a brand." - Paris Hilton

does she not understand that she IS a dumb blonde? And a prostitute is a business woman, and anyone who gives up the real perception of themselves to become a BRAND deserves what she gets.

"I don't enjoy going out anymore. It's such a pain. It's everyone saying, `Let's do a deal! Can I have a picture?' I'm just, like, `These people are such losers. I can't believe I used to love doing this.'"

bitch is sick of the press and 'fake' people?!?!?? what does she think SHE is, Queen Reality? but at least she can admit that she was (and still is) a loser and lives in a world of fake people who build her up to make a buck.

her marraige will fail in a sex tape leaked scandall and she will forever be known as america's favorite dumb whore.

-b

bo bice ruins everything...

okay, quick post...

its sunday, the weather is shitty and i just woke up to find out that Bo Bice (american idol) played with Galactic AND Trey Anastasio (phish) last night at bonnarro festival in Tenn.

has the jamband world officially gone to shit now?

does anyone care? are you all indy/punk rock kids with no sould and ear for good music???

does hairspray really get out pen stains?!?!?!?

-b

must keep going...

okay,

another day, another blog.

i think i'll just post some song lyrics by the great bob marley.

Excuse me while I light my spliff (spliff)
Good God, I gotta take a lift: from reality I just can't drift
That's why I am staying with this riff.

Take it easy
Lord, I take it easy!
See, we're takin' it easy (ooh-wah-da da-da)
We taking it slow, Takin' it easy
Got to take it slow

Tell you what, herb for my wine;
Honey for my strong drink;
I shake it easy (takin' it easy);
Skanky, take it easy (skankin' it slow);
Take it easy