going to a show...

yesterday when i woke up my mom had been looking for Leala for a while...i think maybe she had been missing for a couple of hours...but right when i woke up she went to check under the house and i stepped outside too but then she found her...stuck in the raccoon trap...it was pretty funny to see...but i guess you had to be there...i called Megan yesterday with no answer but she called me back later...it turns out she was going to be going to the show i was going to go to last night...well, then some time passed and i met Paul at Huey's...after that we picked Keith up and went to Precious Cargo for the show...i had thought it was going to be at The Loft (they are almost the same place...) but i guess since we'll be playing Precious Cargo too that was okay...we missed the first band, but the band that was playing when we got there was pretty good...the next band was alright...they had moments that were good, but a lot that weren't quite so...in the band is: Crazy Dave (i was in a band with him a long time ago...), Jonathan (the guy who books the shows), Chris Carter (the asshole who did the sound at our last show and fucked it up...), and some other guy...something funny: Jonathan is the main vocalist and Chris sometimes does like backing vocals (i think he did lead on one song...) Chris was controlling the pa...and he dicked the vocals in his own band over too!!! Jonathan was screaming his fucking lungs off, you could see veins popping out of his neck and all, but you had to strain to hear him...but Chris just barely had to mumble into the mic the few times he sang and he could be perfectly heard...i guess it's funny if you had the guy dick over your own band's vocals...Megan and her friends showed up just after they played...the last band was just fucking terrible...they're the bastard offspring of Horla (a local metal band that wasn't no picnic back when they were around either...at least they were somewhat funny...) they were too loud too...we ended up standing outside waiting for Shawna to show up...at one point we were joking around and i was saying in order to impress Megan i should say to her (quoting Jacques' classic standby lyrics) "i'm gonna take my penis out, and touch it to ya" then Paul said i should say "it would be top notch if you let me stick it in your bottom"...what manifested itself next is nothing more than a classic moment in making a complete ass of yourself...so i say back to Paul "wow, that's like a poem!" and proceeded to repeat his beaufil words in the style of that ren-fair guy in the Subway commercial, complete with overly dramatic arm gestures...then i said something about how she'd be applauding like all the people in the commercial...Megan had been inside, but when i turned around after saying this, she was right there...i don't think she heard me or would have known what i was talking about or whatever had she...but still...it's some pretty wacky stuff, nonetheless...i talked to her some but not a whole lot...Keith said i was acting like a house plant...which i guess i was...a little after the show was over Shawna finally made it out...i dropped Keith off, then met them and we picked Justin up for our trek down to Graceland Too...that will be covered in a future post...

the king of Mississippi

quite the lovely Graceland Too visit, it was...while sometimes it takes Paul McLeod minutes of banging on the door to answer, he had the door opened before we were even up to it...it was one of his more coherent performances, but it was also one of his more chummy...definately the longest time i've been in that place at once...he just kept talking...i did learn a crucial piece of Paul McLeod history...it appears that on one fine april evening, he drove up to the Lorraine Motel and stepped out of his car, standing in a puddle of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s blood...then something about the same cops who had been chasing him in the mosuleum (he has a classic tale of being trapped in the mosuleum with Elvis' body for 4 hours...) it's surprising that he talked so long without repeating most of his standard material...but that was nice...a fresh new experience, even after all the times i've been...early on he was talking about these movie crews than plan on shooting a documentary on him...they'd be paying him fifty thousand dollars, or something like that...he was talking about Steven Spielberg wanting to film there...Disney as well...he shows us the letter from the people later on...the guy who wants to film or whatever, worked on Amistad (that is, one Spielberg film...) and has worked for Disney in the past...of course, being affiliated with neither right now...i just love the way Paul's mind works...just like another good friend of ours...though this guy wanting to do the documentary does have one about the hell's angels under his belt...quite apt, i'd say...in the tv room, he's showing us these videos he got...one is this parody kung fu movie, and he keeps rewinding this one part where these kids are saying something that clearly has nothing to do with Elvis asking us if they're saying Elvis..."it sounds like they're saying 'where's Elvis? where's Elvis?'"...and while we didn't get propositioned to kill anyone (yes, this has happened twice...same "target" though...) this time, it was still a rather enjoyable visit...after we finished the tour (which took its sweet time on its own) he took us back into the tv room to show us this tape about Elvis still being alive..."woo! two and a half hours of this damned tape! just watch five minutes! just watch five minutes!" earlier on, Justin tried to sneak out to smoke and found us to be locked inside the house...that's like a thousand times scarier than fuckin' Texas Chainsaw Massacre...we finally made out way out of there and had a good ol' breakfast at the Holly Springs Huddle House...discussions of gifts for Paul McLeod drove me to near-death from laughter...then the trek back home, greeted by the sunrise...finally got to bed like 7:30am...i'm sure i missed some good stuff, but i'm tired of thinking...