CMJ ASSHOLE ALERT!

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cmj, full of disappointments

i've gotten out of the house, just a bit, for this year's festival. let's start with the big one: crystal castles. i was fully expecting to be blown away and have a great time dancing. not so. they are fucking horrible live. shockingly so. the music sounds exactly like the album of course, but alice. omg. so what if she rolls around on the ground and crowdsurfs. her vocals, or lack thereof, ruin the show. it sounds terrible when she is just yelling into the mic. i know the album well, yet i could not even discern some songs live. ugh. a massive letdown.

sebastien grainger
oh sebastien, what happened to you?? 2 years ago, you were smoking hot. you released a few songs shortly after dfa 1979 broke up that i was obsessed with and loved. now you kinda look like a mess. something happened to you that i don't think could be fixed just by getting a better haircut. the songs are.. ok. i hear a bit of similarity to dfa 1979 and, at least you do have that awesome howl/yowl.

whomadewho
i don't think there is a shred of originality in this group. completely and utterly derivative. heard it all before. i won't even get into those ridiculous joker outfits.
japanese motors
so fucking bad we left the vice party and free sparks.

fujiya & miyagi
the saving grace? i found them pleasant and fun, but probably wouldn't pay to see them again.

and now a little story. at crystal castles last night, me and minx stood right behind the soundbooth upstairs. we got there stupid early because the venue told us the wrong time. so basically, we'd been standing there the entire show. before crystal castles came on, minx left to get us drinks. this guy zooms into her spot. i think it was beyond obvious that she would be coming back, but i rolled my eyes and let him stand there in the interim. as she comes back, she yells, "my spot is gone!"

so i say, "my friend is back now."

asshole, "so?"

me, shocked, "so you have to move."

asshole, "no i don't. she can squeeze in."

me, "are you fucking kidding me?!"

i went on a rant about how he had seen her standing there and how i had never witnessed such a thing and how rude he was, and i couldn't believe it.

asshole, "where are you from?"

me, "the FUCK it matters where i'm from. so you're a racist too?"

i went off to minx about what a DICK he was, what a motherfucking ASSHOLE. seriously, who does something like that? it's not like he wasn't tall enough to see over our heads. minx did get in next to me, but it was the principle that killed me. he had an accent and i have a suspicion where he was from, but it would be unkind to group a country with his kind. i was so angry i felt hot, whereas i'd been cold the entire night. my face was flushed and i was sweating. i cannot remember the last time i was so fucking angry. i kept muttering, "i'm SO fucking mad right now."

i kept at it, making sure to emphasize DICK and ASSHOLE. i even took his picture, saying i would send it to blogs. well i'm a person of my word, so without further ado, here he is.



asshole, your mother deserves a smack upside the head for failing to teach you an iota of common courtesy and decency. i have a feeling he is in town for cmj, so look out for this fucker and give him a kick in the balls for me. note, he may be wearing that beret backwards, rico suave! he did move away from us after about 20 minutes, so i felt pretty goddamn triumphant. i was fully planning on doing him bodily harm while 'dancing.'

don't fuck with me or my friends, especially! when i've been drinking. (btw, i'd only had 2 beers when this happened).

going.com now 10x more stalky

how the hell did they access my address book to report to me which contacts have signed up for the site? creeeeepy. at least with facebook, you input that shit in yourself!

xxx yawn

i went to the diesel xxx party this past weekend. it was pretty much the worst open bar i've ever been to, a total shitshow. me and the biff tried to get at one bar and, after standing 4-5 deep and not moving for 20 minutes, concluded that we were standing at a bad spot the bartender didn't cover and decided to walk around for a bit. we then tried the other bar where we stood 6 deep. after 20 more minutes there, getting a drink became a thing of principal over need. we got to the party a bit before 10 and did not get any booze down until after 12:30. no joke. it didn't help that we had a shitty bartender at our end who took his time and really seemed to enjoy breaking bags upon bags of ice. by the time we were served, they were out of bourbon and vodka and had a bit of tequila and rum left, and shitty beer. that and i'd had this disgusting shovy/pushy girl PRESSED up against me for over 30 minutes.

it was just so remarkably bad. shocking considering it was diesel's last xxx party, i would have thought they had the formula down by now. perhaps they just didn't want to pay the salaries for more bartenders? i would have much preferred bringing my flask and trying to enjoy the music.