~MidnightRyoko

"Houston, we've lost power."

Our internet and television is currently disconnected, so it may be a couple of weeks.

There's lots of silence and books and sleep.

It pretty much just ends there.

















....

A week ago, I was sitting with Sophie in my living room, watching Gravitation, and randomly said, "Hey, Infected Mushroom's playing at UCSB a week from today... We should go get our tickets." So we went, after getting lost, needing a map, and finally finding the ticket center, to find out, by some grace of God, that they'd actually gone on sale that day. Our ticket numbers were 464, 465, and 467. (one for another friend.) Needless to say, they sold out that day a while after we left.

Last night, by another grace of God, we got to where they were playing, and were one of the first groups let inside. After an amusing interlude in the bathroom, ("It smells like asshole! Or nasty pussy." "Your mom smells like pussy..." "...Was that Tracy??" "No..." "My mom smells like pussy? My mom needs to take a shower...") good places to stake out between the stage and the barrier were found, with only one (short) girl in front of us. When they actually did come on, I'm pretty sure I crushed her, and would continue to do so throughout their entire show. Nothing like holding on to the railing for dear life with both hands so the drunk frat boy who keeps yelling shit in Hebrew(? Jewish? Some language he felt the need to keep screaming that he thought would be impressive.) smashes you into the people around you. (This same guy would later irritate Sophie enough for her to move out of the front with me, and then toward the end, try and start a fight that I got to try and break up with the guy directly next to me on my left.)

Anyway! Good things that happened:

Since we were in the very, very front and center, we got our pictures taken several times...

I got to touch the vocalist three times; he came off the little stage and climbed onto the railing directly in front of me; the third time I was hoping to steal the drumstick he'd been sort of "conducting" everything with (it had been in his back pocket)... it wasn't there, but his ass was, so I grabbed that instead. (though it was kind of unintentional. oh well.)

And among the songs playing:

Deeply Disturbed (opening)
A Psychedelic Trip
Chaplin (I think)
Acid Killer
Change the Formality
Special Place
Cities of the Future
I Wish/Converting Vegetarians/In Front of Me (these were mixed into each other)
Becoming Insane (closing, finale, whatever)

and probably a couple others I forgot.

I also managed to record two very good (picture wise, the sound is was too loud) recordings on my phone.

Either way, getting to see them, touch them, and be as close as I was, I'm still extremely elated. ("Because you just don't get that close without having sex!")

"Oh and," (quoth the vocalist) "We've never played at a college before... You guys are the first."

EDC 2006
Nocturnal 2006
Monster Massive 2006
EDC 2007
UCSB 2008

[-white trash-]

Virgins sold in quantity
herded by heredity
playin' my guitar and I'm feelin' fine
fire all the ---- in the unemployment line....

White trash get down on your knees
time for cake and sodomy
White trash get down
on
your knees,
time for cake and
sodomy

Teenage girl, teenage queen
till she's on video, "the Porno Queen"
she likes to give head,
she likes it mean,
that's why she's my
"Little Queen."

White trash get down on your knees
time for cake and sodomy
white trash get down
on
your knees,
time for cake and
sodomy....yeaaa...

White boy trying to get some behind
who says date rape
isn't kind?
Where's he gonna go, where's he gonna be?
doesn't matter, as long as she's on her knees....

White trash
get
down
on your
knees,
time for cake
and
sodomy.

My mother sent me a green Bible with a Celtic cross on it today.

This morning, my dad and I spent 3 hours before I had to go to work talking about organized religion, the progression of man throughout the ages, and our estranged family dynamics; what to do about a married-in family member, and a dying distant aunt.

It was a strange conversation.

As a conclusion, he told me to read a certain book in the Bible.

So I ended up reading the book of Leviticus in the Bible at work. (For those of you who don’t know, that’s the book that tells you what you can and cannot do as far as holy rules are concerned.)

Did you know Man may not eat an eagle or a rabbit, but may eat a locust or a grasshopper without being guilty?

Gee. I wish I’d known this before digging into that chocolate bunny. But then again, isn’t Easter a "Christian" holiday?

I’m confused now. No eating bunnies, but Easter rabbits are ok? Maybe if we had a nice swarm of Easter locusts? We could deep fry them and dye them fun colors and add glitter. Everyone likes sparkley crap.

It is, after all, the light of God.

Right?

Later .. speaking to my father again, the both of us high together, I picked up the Bible and read out the following quote to display what I learned:

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness. For he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."

[-Ezekiel 25:17]

"Is that the quote from Pulp Fiction?"
"Yes."

We laughed.

I have a number, an excuse, and a piece white paper with an embossed seal on the upper right hand corner saying it's all legit now.

Freedom is cheap these days.

OG, purple creme, and a bunch of fruit [pineapple, watermelon, orange, blueberry] flavored (and scented) medicine.

We're now part of "Category 215."

California Health & Safety Code Section 11362.5.

No more codeine cherry cough syrup, I guess.