Adventures in Hi-Fi
Quite a lot has been happening.
Last week I sat in on my friend Victoria's radio show, broadcast from the bowels of UW. It was very cool, with all sorts of sophisticated DJ'ing equipment, little knobs, lights, pulleys, and cranks. She even let me play a couple of songs - thanks Vic! Here she is, doing her thing, spreading tunes like butter on the acoustic toast.
Speaking of music, I went to see Dilated Peoples last night. I hadn't listened to them in quite a while, but the show brought back all that I love about this group. Sharp rhymes, creative beats, and energy that sends the crowd soaring.
While pumping my fist in the air, I regretted that my friend Sean couldn't be there. Sean doesn't listen to Hip-Hop, he listens to Rock. And he likes his hard, thank you very much. A few weeks ago I went with him to see Powerman 5000. They had that one song in the 90's. My left ear rang for a little less than a week afterwards. I stayed on the brim of the mosh pit during the show, watching bodies of all sizes slam into one another. Eyes either closed or darting with alarm, hair and saliva spurting in parabolic explosions. But it's not all animal abandon: whenever somebody falls, the dance pauses as arms reach down to help. When it resumes, the victim seems almost sorry to have caused the interruption. Leaving the concert, Sean remarked that I was a sport for coming and enjoying the music that's not my type, and he promised to come with me to a show of my choice. So, the Dilated Peoples would have been a perfect opportunity. Thankfully, there will be many others; on my way out of The Showbox, I picked up a few flyers announcing must-see acts like MF Doom + Danger Mouse, and DMC (minus Run and Jay).
And last weekend I visited Laurie in Purdue. No new piercings this time, though we certainly talked a lot about piercings with Melody, an anti-gun piercing ninja (pictured below in her needly workshop).
I met Melody at the POC climbing lock-in, an event that involves renting the climbing gym out for the night. It usually starts well-intentioned enough, with actual climbing, but soon the climbing yields to slack lining, dodgeball, stupid human trcks, and outright delirium.
Anyway, though I risk sounding like an old fart, I was glad to see the many people enjoying the club for what it is - an irresponsible way to kick ass in a group of lovable hosers. Noah, club president, is obviously doing something right...other than climbing.
And that was the active part of the weekend. The rest was spent in the most delightful debauchery - Laurie even baked me a pie. Mmm pie.
Last week I sat in on my friend Victoria's radio show, broadcast from the bowels of UW. It was very cool, with all sorts of sophisticated DJ'ing equipment, little knobs, lights, pulleys, and cranks. She even let me play a couple of songs - thanks Vic! Here she is, doing her thing, spreading tunes like butter on the acoustic toast.
Speaking of music, I went to see Dilated Peoples last night. I hadn't listened to them in quite a while, but the show brought back all that I love about this group. Sharp rhymes, creative beats, and energy that sends the crowd soaring.
While pumping my fist in the air, I regretted that my friend Sean couldn't be there. Sean doesn't listen to Hip-Hop, he listens to Rock. And he likes his hard, thank you very much. A few weeks ago I went with him to see Powerman 5000. They had that one song in the 90's. My left ear rang for a little less than a week afterwards. I stayed on the brim of the mosh pit during the show, watching bodies of all sizes slam into one another. Eyes either closed or darting with alarm, hair and saliva spurting in parabolic explosions. But it's not all animal abandon: whenever somebody falls, the dance pauses as arms reach down to help. When it resumes, the victim seems almost sorry to have caused the interruption. Leaving the concert, Sean remarked that I was a sport for coming and enjoying the music that's not my type, and he promised to come with me to a show of my choice. So, the Dilated Peoples would have been a perfect opportunity. Thankfully, there will be many others; on my way out of The Showbox, I picked up a few flyers announcing must-see acts like MF Doom + Danger Mouse, and DMC (minus Run and Jay).
And last weekend I visited Laurie in Purdue. No new piercings this time, though we certainly talked a lot about piercings with Melody, an anti-gun piercing ninja (pictured below in her needly workshop).
I met Melody at the POC climbing lock-in, an event that involves renting the climbing gym out for the night. It usually starts well-intentioned enough, with actual climbing, but soon the climbing yields to slack lining, dodgeball, stupid human trcks, and outright delirium.
Anyway, though I risk sounding like an old fart, I was glad to see the many people enjoying the club for what it is - an irresponsible way to kick ass in a group of lovable hosers. Noah, club president, is obviously doing something right...other than climbing.
And that was the active part of the weekend. The rest was spent in the most delightful debauchery - Laurie even baked me a pie. Mmm pie.
1 Comments:
Did you see DOOM when he was playing at Chop Suey in December (1st show), and January (2nd, moved from Dec.)? It was off the hook!
I'm def. going to the DANGERDOOM concert @ Shoebox. ...Maybe Blackalicious too (not sure yet). Holla if you're going too!
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