Border Penetration
May 21, 2006
Before the show in Cleveland this evening, we paid a visit to the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame. While they had a lot of cool stuff—it was awesome to see the Ziggy Stardust stage costumes and Jimi Hendrix’s elementary school drawings—the whole layout was a bit disconcerting. For one, Jim Morrison is given as much floor space as Hanson, and the rest of the Doors aren’t mentioned at all. And all the stuff is strewn about, so you see the Bowie stuff right next to the Madonna stuff and the Madonna stuff right next to the Clapton stuff and it’s hard to place it all in context.
Photography was not allowed in the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame, but I did manage to sneak a pic of Zach with this giant hot dog:
Apparently, Phish would perform in this hot dog while suspended from the stage. This furthers my already pretty-deeply established notion that Hippie shit is weird. I heard a story on Public Radio recently about Phish contemporaries the String Cheese Incident. They were looking for a gimmick in order to carve a niche for themselves in the Hippie jam-band circuit, so they started tossing out hula-hoops at their shows. The hula-hoop thing was a success—the body motions required to hula-hoop are not so different from the popular Hippie jam-band dance—and now thousands of people come to their shows to hula-hoop, and the String Cheese Incident are the new Phish, or something.
Oh, those crazy Hippies. (Should "Hippie" be capitalized?)
The show at the House of Blues was fun, and then we drove to Niagara.
May 22, 2006
This morning, we became aware of our own mortality in the face of nature.
The show in Toronto was phenomenal, and we were finally able to party with the Charlatans.
Later in the evening, Zebastian, Zachary and I went to the promoter’s house to play with his pet snakes.
Even later—and this part is only alleged—Zachary held-up a Kebab place for some Beef Schwarma.
-Ben Lee
Before the show in Cleveland this evening, we paid a visit to the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame. While they had a lot of cool stuff—it was awesome to see the Ziggy Stardust stage costumes and Jimi Hendrix’s elementary school drawings—the whole layout was a bit disconcerting. For one, Jim Morrison is given as much floor space as Hanson, and the rest of the Doors aren’t mentioned at all. And all the stuff is strewn about, so you see the Bowie stuff right next to the Madonna stuff and the Madonna stuff right next to the Clapton stuff and it’s hard to place it all in context.
Photography was not allowed in the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame, but I did manage to sneak a pic of Zach with this giant hot dog:
Apparently, Phish would perform in this hot dog while suspended from the stage. This furthers my already pretty-deeply established notion that Hippie shit is weird. I heard a story on Public Radio recently about Phish contemporaries the String Cheese Incident. They were looking for a gimmick in order to carve a niche for themselves in the Hippie jam-band circuit, so they started tossing out hula-hoops at their shows. The hula-hoop thing was a success—the body motions required to hula-hoop are not so different from the popular Hippie jam-band dance—and now thousands of people come to their shows to hula-hoop, and the String Cheese Incident are the new Phish, or something.
Oh, those crazy Hippies. (Should "Hippie" be capitalized?)
The show at the House of Blues was fun, and then we drove to Niagara.
May 22, 2006
This morning, we became aware of our own mortality in the face of nature.
The show in Toronto was phenomenal, and we were finally able to party with the Charlatans.
Later in the evening, Zebastian, Zachary and I went to the promoter’s house to play with his pet snakes.
Even later—and this part is only alleged—Zachary held-up a Kebab place for some Beef Schwarma.
-Ben Lee
posted by BLOOD AMBITION 2008 at 10:29 AM
4 Comments:
The Toronto gig was indeed great. And for a bunch of peeps that had just crossed the border through the falls, on a barrel (upstream!) you looked and sounded great.
Crazy lead singer even, in one of his crazy audience excursions, made a bee line for yours truly and screamed a couple of verses in my face, hand on my shoulder as if trying to exorcise some demon out of me. Me posessed, pffft. - No Pazuzu, i can't sacrifice anymore virgins to you today - gotta finish this comment maaaan / demon.
So where was i? Ah yeah, I liked you dudes so much i ended up buying the album at the merch table (nice meeting you B. Lee btw).
-G.
PS: All the dudes i talked to after the gig mentioned how Dyan was looking like friggin' Botticelli's Venus. Hot damn! (ok, they said something along the lines of "hawt", but i think she was looking Venuslike - sue me mofo)
cheers gilberto! great to meet you, too. dyan likes the "botticelli's venus" line, but she's yours forever if you call her one of rock's "two leading ladies." i will leave you to speculate who the other is...
BEN, SO GLAD YOU FINALLY PARTIED WITH THE CHALIES! I AM GREEN WITH ENVY. And in keeping with my resolve to abstain from linking pop bands and homo-erotic content, I'm going to let that photo of Zachary and the giant hot dog slip past without any commmentary. I MISS YOU BLOOD ARM. p.s. I'll put up a link tomorrow!!! xo KB
ben it was nice to meet you.i liked the last ink dagger album.i remember how back in the day buddyhead used to be frothing at the mouth talking about them.the new lay out of the website looks great.
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