friday night fun

it's so nice to be spending hours in front of the computer not writing papers. i'm downloading a bunch of cds for my zune i bought from my brother like a long time ago. if you haven't heard the music of the Dirty Projector's, you must. it is so infectious. the most insane melodies i have ever heard. they take you on this glorious harmony joy ride, (as wesley willis would say), break it up with some chaos and then bring it all back again with a beautiful resolution in every song. i can't get enough of these guys.

i went to one of those 3d pink floyd show things. not the laser show, it's like a huge projector at the planetarium that projects these crazy images of clocks and other pink floyd related iconography and images that move and sway and it feels you're moving. i know there's a name for that kind of illusional stuff but i can't remember it. the dark side of the moon is playing as you lay down and watch this stuff on the ceiling for about an hour. it's pretty neat actually. i havne't really listened to floyd in a while but it brought back some memories of high school sitting in my room listening to them for really long amounts of time....

last night keri and i went downtown and started playing some lucinda williams songs that we learned. i think we're going to start a side of the road tour where we just play at random spots in town and see how much money people will actually give us.

last night was a riot for many reasons. first of all, corner pocket's is the best place in town to people watch. it's alocal bar for the "real" locals of tallahassee. the folks that have been born and raised here and probably been going to that bar since it opened. it's an interesting mix of florida red necks, ghetto fabulous, guys with haircuts from the early 90's with shiny shirts to match, older lesbians, some college kids thrown in (though not very many), this is not a college bar...lots of really drunk middle aged women with low rise tight jeans and bleach blond hair as well. they always get up and dance while Nathan and Brock are playing. Nathan and Brock are my friends who play gigs around town. I sing some Lucinda songs with them every once and a while. THey're really funny guys and play an awesome version of "business time" by flight of the conchords, a hilarious new zealand duo.

anywho, we get to corner pocket's last night and there's the usual crowd except they seemed to be in special form that night. one guy, we ended up naming "old man bill" was so drunk that it took him about 5 minutes to pick up a cigarette he dropped on the ground. he would just sit there for long amounts of time with his eyes closed and a slight grin on his face. then he would wake up and yell random things at the band like "you got some moody blues" and "you got the horns, the drums, and the guitar" over and over in a really exaggerated southern drawl. He'd also get up intermittently and give us his best drunk two step which was a real treat. as the band was packing up to to leave he kept yelling, "what are you doing, you ain't locking down yet." then there's "finch" who is guy that is there every time i go to corner pocket's. he's a true blue dead head and dances like the best dead head twirler you can find. he also does this weird clicking thing with his tonge that's really loud....the best conversation of the night had to have been had with a guy who said his middle name was "cross" he comes up to our table and asks us, "where are all the hot hotties" this was the most bizarre conversation i had ever had with another human being. i don't really know how to recreate how it went exactly but i did write down some of his more memorable quotes. yes, i had a notepad handy. we always need material for our band and this is the perfect place to get it. so here go the "Cross" quotes.

"My face is in overabundance,
...i'm not gonna worry about me, that's why i drink but i'm not gonna overdrink myself.
It's cool to meet your name...
These cloves smell really clovey
You guys aren't evil patrons, no matter what i say, you guys are good...

the best part was this one guy who just walked up in the middle of the band as they were playing and just stood by my friend callie as she was playing the djembe. then he tried to walk behind nathan as he was playing and tripped over the chair that had the tip jar and fell over hit and landed right on his rear and took a few glasses and an amp down with him. the band stopped playing of course and he looked like he had scraped his arm pretty good but was ok other than that and his bruised ego. he went straight back inside to the bar to get some more shots. i kinda felt sorry for him but that's what you get when you invade the band's space and you're really plastered.

i feel like i should bring a video camera there. this place is just fascinating.