you should have never trusted hollywood

so i went to go see system of a down at the pacific colliseum saturday night, not by choice, but i was pleasantly surprised 'cause mars volta opened and the afro dancing and iraqi flags made me want to weep deep blue salty tears of pure, unadulterated joy. it was a handsome performance. i would have been alright leaving after that, but alas, twas not my choice. system of a down put on a decent show, but as a consequence of not having listened to the radio in about 3 years, i had absolutely no idea how popular they'd become. there were all these teenagers that new the words to toxicity? weird. and of course, the one song i actually like by system of a down, boom, was not to be found within 100 meters of any set list in the colliseum that night.

i would not suggest seeing system of a down in concert. definitely not. the fans don't bathe. no joke, there was this tiny little girl in front of us, all dolled up in her plaid skirt and knee high leather boots and ringlets in her hair, and every time she lifted up her hands to point (indicating she knew the song was about to take a turn for the louder) we got a huge waft of BO. not to mention the death growling. never been one for death growls. i prefer a more melodic approach to music, although i do appreciate, very much, even though they are horrendously hyprocritical, the things system of a down says.

and it was free for me so, it was a good time for no money. mars volta made the show tho.

what would have made it better? if it were pinback. or if one of the thousands of people holding up lit lighters during slow parts to system of a down tunes (cause we all know there are no completely slow songs - heaven forbid melody play a part in music) lit themselves on fire. hehe. ahhh, rock show traditions make me want to cut off my baby toes, salt them, bake them and eat 'em in a sandwich.

not that i'm not appreciative of the gifted ticket - thanks drummer john. i did enjoy myself.

so finally i was released from the pot smoke bubble and went to karaoke with scott and his sister and her friends, and my brother comes rolling in with all 13 of his boys, most of whom i haven't seen since they left for europe so i was pretty pleased. my brother went shots crazy though, spent $500 and only arrived there an hour before last call. needless to say most of his boys were a little done-for, most specifically juddy, who weighs a grand total of about 3 pounds. he left a surprise on the table for michelle and came to the superhouse and dispensed the rest of it on my living room floor. i was unimpressed. it's the great thing about being 28 - your friends don't puke anymore. theyre all seasoned drinkers or don't drink very much.

i stayed up til 3am with caldwell and krusty reminiscing about the old days, like the time when krusty pulled up to the deli in an ice cream truck, music blasting, having gotten the job for the day just so he could cruise in the truck. it's amazing how things change as everyone gets older. i used to think all bobby's friends were annoying as fuck, but now i thoroughly enjoy the company of each one of them.

anyways, mars volta > system of a down > karaoke > superhouse shit show - a long night, but a good one. funny thing is, i went to karaoke the night before at some other bar with a bunch of people. ended up singing a garth brooks song with m3. who would have ever predicted that?

Currently listening: echolocation By Fruit Bats

posted by Courtney at 11:01 a.m.

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