crush my ballz

i was up 'til like 9am sunday morning cleaning my room 'cuz my dad threatened "no more practice" if it wasn't clean...of course, much of the time up until two hours before i went to bed was spend doing other stuff...like nothing, mostly...but i eventually did a decent job of making it look like something that isn't so much of a mess...4 hours later, Jacques and Paul came walking into my room...i tried to sleep 'til Keith and Brad got there but Paul started playing bass so i just went ahead and showered and all that...towards the end we started breaking out the "new" material we plan to use for the next show..."Homage" sounded great, for the most part, and we hadn't even played it in forever...and it was Paul's first time...then "A Series of False Starts" which was a little rough, but not too bad at all considering it was also the first time it was played in forever, and Paul's first time as well...(at least writing a new part...)

later i went to the Melt-Banana show with Keith and Brad...there were way too many opening bands...especially considering how i think they all played longer sets than the headling band! (and since they were all local and BAD...) here's my synopsis:

Wet Labia:
pretty fuckin' bad...mostly kind of a "grrl" thing, i guess you could call it that...though the drummer was a guy...but they were all wearing tutus or something...they were real clever and had songs about masturbation...WATCH OUT! there were like two songs that had parts that were okay, but overall it was just pretty fuckin' metal...

The Uninvited:
i've seen these guys before so i knew what to expect...VERY METAL! and VERY SHIT! and they play WAY too fucking long...

Pelicans:
they started off and i was like "wow...these guys aren't too bad..." but that quickly dissolved...the bad prog elements, along with the bad cock rock elements started to take center stage...thoughout the set, there was stuff going on that was pretty cool, but it was inevitably masked over by complete shit...most commonly a shreding guitar solo...or shreding keyboard solo...also, they had this thing of trying to sound like Lost Sounds...i like the Lost Sounds and all, but jesus christ! it's fucking pathetic to try to sound like a local band, especially one that isn't THAT great...just more fuckin' niche usurping...i had more pseudo-stage banter wit too!!! (it's rare that i can think of a funny retort until it's too late), but at one point the guy that looks like Steve Albini said "this is a breaking-up song" and i said (pretty loudly, but by no means yelled out at the stage) "about breaking-up a band?" i wish i had yelled it out...oh well...while they were playing i went to the merch table and bought a Melt-Banana t-shirt and their new cd: Cell-Scape...this information will come into play in my next section...

Melt-Banana:
i don't know if i even need to say it, but they were fucking AMAZING! i was completely blown away...better than i would have even expected, and my expectations were pretty damned high...the guitarist is one of the best guitarists ever!!! unfortunately, i am about to go ranting on a stream of complaints, none of which have to do with the actual band...what's about to follow concerns the PEOPLE in the crowd...it was a pretty crowded show...we had gotten up close to the stage 'cuz we wanted to see the band because we like their fucking music and all that stuff that doesn't matter much, i guess...but shortly after they started playing a fucking MOSH PIT errupted...i don't think i've even seen one since i was like 16 or some shit...it's fucking ridiculous...so we were inevitably pushed back a bit to make room for people to unnecessarily act like idiots...and the whole thing distracted from my actual enjoyment of the show 'cuz i'm having to watch out and make sure some asshole doesn't plow into me the whole time...also, as i mentioned earlier, i was holding my brand new cd, trying to make sure that didn't get fucking smashed...a few times, from the assholes who think it's a good idea to shake up beer and spray it everywhere, it got a few drops splash on me...but once my fucking head got drenched...and i don't even drink so i sure as fucking don't want beer running down my face...and at another point, this fucking hippie got in front of me and he was all smokin' out and passin' the pipe around...at least i couldn't really smell it...i guess it was masked in the horrid stench of the moshers...(it's been so long since i can remember people smelling that bad...) but the annoying thing about this hippie in front of me was that he was wearing a backpack...and he was standing too close to me anyway so the fucking backpack's all pushing into me...and his head is in my way of actually seeing the band...(which i guess really shouldn't be my priority...i should really have been looking for people to push anyway...) thankfully he returned to the mosh pit from whence he came...but as annoying as all this shit was, Melt-Banana was so fucking good that it's just a minor inconvenience in comparison...

"Fuck Hipsters"

started to get the idea for these lyrics at the show last night...i think durring the first band...they were written down/finished when i got home...
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they were conceived "in the key of Shellac"...if that's not blantantly obvious from reading them...also note the subtle title...