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Sunday, March 28th, 2010
1:21 am	spokane, WA this might be in a zine someday, probably not Spokane, WA – May ?? I slept half of the way from Seattle to Spokane, and drove the second half. Along the way we bought a styrofoam cooler, ice, and a 12 pack of beer that had a bear catching a fish on the case. Fuck yeah. I’m starting to like Washington state. In fact, it is so scenic, Brickfight decided to stop and hang out at a lake, putting us about a half hour ahead of them, and both of us decidedly late. Things get a little tense as we pull into Spokane proper, as we had been informed on the way that it was going to be an early show, and we were late. We pull up and it looks like it has already started. No one wants to walk in, but I hadn’t rushed the van there for nothing. I walk in to a big ass bouncer in a blue shirt. He stamps my hand and I walk over to the ‘show section’ of this restaurant/club/bar type place where a ska band is playing to about ten young kids. Alright. I walk from the stage to the bar to get a water, and get carded on the way there. Weird. Down the water and walk out. We start to talk to the ‘promoter’, who’s in one of the bands. His name’s not important, we’ll call him Sid. Sid has just hit that obnoxious age around seventeen where he thinks he is the coolest cat of all time, the smartest funniest alpha of his friends. Jon L asks him about a cool bookstore he had visited last time he was here, Sid tells him “I don’t read.” What an individual. He informs us that they just found out that his band is going to have to pay 300 bucks to rent this place, but we shouldn’t worry, because won’t don’t have to pay, his band will if they have to. Well so much for making any money. Let’s hope we can sell some merch to all ten of these 16 year olds with Night Before Christmas armbands. Let’s hope they buy vinyl records. I tell Sid that fuck, there’s no way they should pay this club, they should tell ‘em to fuck off and leave. He says that’s kinda hard with all their equipment still on stage. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Brickfight shows up and the merch gets loaded in. Dopamines are set up and ready to play, about a half hour after we showed up. There hasn’t been a bad show yet, two weeks into this tour, so maybe shit will work out today after all. Some more kids show up. Things are looking up a bit. The mood is still pretty tense, exhausted and dehydrated for sure. The reason I am writing this is that I was witness to what happened next. Dopamines are about halfway through their set and another big ass bouncer in a blue shirt grabs Jonathan from Brickfight by his shirt and twists. He grabs Jonathan’s beer and drags him to the bathroom. Jimmy from Brickfight and I move over to watch down the hallway, but what the fuck is going on? I guess if the bouncer starts hitting him we gotta rush over there… why the fuck are there bouncers here to begin with? Jonathan emerges, clearly rattled, beerless. He walks out the front door. Me and Jimmy just look at each other. The Dopamines keep playing, seemingly aware that something happened, but not sure what. I head out to the vans, where Jonathan is talking to another bandmate, livid. “What the fuck happened, dude?” Apparently there is a rule, one can’t take their $4 beer from the bar to the stage. Apparently that is common knowledge. I offer Jonathan one of our bear fish beers, which are at this point pretty cold on ice. He accepts, chugs it, and walks away. I tell him I have stink bombs if we need them. Brickfight has a plan. Their set will reign as my favorite moment of the whole tour. They play three songs, no smiles, no jokes. Brickfight has a mission. Jonathan has his mic turned to face the bouncer, he is screaming every word at him. Adding new ones too, like “This cheeseburger won’t make your life any less miserable.” Their fourth song has a part at the end where all the guitars cut out. So far on this tour everyone sings this part. “I thought this tour was something we could do / but the heat and the booze is killing me and you!” No one sings. Not even within the band. Everyone just looks at each other. Something is about to blow up in this room. The song ends and Jonathan speaks. “Thanks you guys for watching, that’s going to be all the songs we’re going to play today. And it’s not your fault and you guys are seriously cool for coming out and watching, and I’m really sorry about that. But we’re Brickfight from Chicago, and because of the fact that we’re from 1,000 miles away, I wouldn’t know that you can’t take a beer fifteen feet away from a bar at a show, and it’s pretty fucking rude to grab someone like that when all you would have to do is tell me not to have the beer there. You are a fucking prick and a moron, and don’t act like you are doing us any favors by letting us play here. We have and will played at much cooler places than this shithole, so fuck you, you piece of shit… fuck you, fuck you, fuck you forever-” and the mic is turned off. I had been drinking for the past two weeks, my face and fingers were numb, fight or flight instinct starts kicking in. We need to move all this shit out. I had already taken out the Dopamines merch, planning on something going down, so I jump onstage to help Brickfight get their shit out as fast as we could. Me and Nick Brickfight decide to move the vans to another location, just to be safe. We want to make sure we’re not stuck on their property with some fat ass bouncers looking for three hundred bucks. Sid’s band plays, and we hang out outside and help them move all their shit out. They tell us that the club won’t make the last band pay, so everyone has averted the 300 bucks problem. The last band plays but we decide to take off. I feel bad, but it’s better to get the fuck out, and no one is in the mood. I think both bands sold a combined three records, and it’s an eight hour drive to Bozeman. I get to the van last, and am informed I am driving again. Fine, but I have to go to the bathroom. Sitting on the stall, the blue shirted bouncer in question comes in and out of the bathroom. Twice. Is he suspicious of something? I stand up. Crack, crack, crack. I drop my empty box of stink bombs and drive the van into Idaho. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 1st, 2010
11:38 pm	maaaaaan live journal is fucking lameeeeeeeeee 8---------D~~~~~~ ;) ;) ;) #:-O (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
3:51 am	bellingham lads club Has that boat pushed off with out me? Is that what everybody thinks about me now? If I'm happy with right now, not giving up my life to start the planning for a decade down the road-then I guess I must have missed some lesson. Maybe it is not growing old that sucks, but just feeling that you have to act it. That act could make you miss your life. Well, I'm not planning ahead to look back wishing I could go back. No careers and the domestic will come my own terms. So you can take that boat to where its nice and deep, out to where the boat will sink and it wont be seen again. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 3rd, 2009
2:28 am	my summer has been going refreshingly uniform lately. i mean that because i like what I do, for the most part. usually i wake up around 4, watch gilmore girls at 5, eat some food my mom makes me, and then watch the reds game at 7. other days i get up at 1 to play baseball, sometimes I end up going to reds games at night, and other days i play softball at 745. some nights i drink beer, some nights i drink a whole lot of beer, and other nights I do not drink beer, just water. sometimes I drink at bars, and sometimes I do it at my friends houses/apartments. a lot of times I drink beer at shows. I usually go to shows 2 or 3 times a week. sometimes they are at bars, and sometimes they are at my friends houses. some times i go out of town for a while, sometimes I don't get to go out of town so I keep to this schedule. sometimes I swim at my house or grahams. Sometimes I have a job, and sometimes I do not. They are usually equally good, because when I work I have money, but when I don't work that means I don't have to go to work. Anyway it sucks that june is over, cause its usually one of my favorite months. although this year it wasn't really. But it's good that july and august are still left. now i'm going to play a baseball video game. Current Mood: content (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 14th, 2009
8:05 pm	slapped actress Don’t tell my sister about your most recent vision. Don’t tell my family—they’re all wicked-strict christian. Don’t tell the hangers-on, don’t tell your friends. Don’t tell them we went down to Ybor City, again. Don’t tell the dancers, they’ll just get distracted. Don’t tell the DJs. They already suspect us. Don’t mention the bloodshed, don’t mention the scams. Don’t tell them Ybor City almost killed us, again. We are the theatre, they are the people—dressed up to be seated, lookin’ upwards and dreamin’. We’re the projectors. We’re hosting the screening. We’re dust in the spotlights…we’re just kinda floating. Don’t drop little hints. I don’t want them to guess. Don’t mention Tampa, they’ll just know all the rest. Don’t mention bloodshed, don’t tell them it hurts. Don’t say we saw angels, they’ll take us straight to the church. They queue up for tickets to see the performance—they push to get closer, lookin’ upwards with wonder. We are the actors. The cameras are rollin’. I’ll be Ben Gazzara, you’ll be Gena Rowlands. Sometimes, actresses get slapped. Sometimes, actresses get slapped. Sometimes, fake fights turn out bad. Sometimes, actresses get slapped. Some nights, makin’ it look real might end up with someone hurt. Some nights, it’s just entertainment, and, some other nights, it’s work. They come in for the beating, to see the stadium seating. They’re holding their hands out for the body and blood, now. We’re the directors—our hands will hold steady. I’ll be John Cassavettes—let me know when you’re ready. Man, we make our own movies. Current Mood: ribs! (Comment on this)
Friday, June 12th, 2009
2:33 am	so this past week i've been pretty pissed off. i guess i'm gonna make this lame post so i can get things off my chest in a (semi) public forum so I can not care about them anymore. i guess only like 10 people read this which is probably fine because i might come off like an asshole. people have been pretty critical of me this past week. i don't even care about one person, but it's been like the perfect storm of shit for me since i've gotten home. and i don't really think i deserve it, at all. i'm not an asshole, i'm not a prick, i'm a nice, fun, cool guy who gets a kick out of doing ridiculous shit sometimes, drinking heavily sometimes, and making jokess. if you take things i say or do that i mean in a joking or fun way seriously, you do not know me very well. if you have a problem with my fucking act, either say it like a man (or proud womyn), or i don't need to fucking come around anymore. i have better things to do than feel like an asshole, or ungrateful, or like a prick 24/7, when i am fucking not. that's all there is to that. also, if you want to spread rumors about me, have at it and have fun doing it, but you should probably check your facts if you don't want to come off looking like an asshole when people find out you are wrong, i would suggest at least one primary source. i have heard some different, off the wall, fucking blatantly wrong things about me from enough people this week, and it's just weird. alsoo to gossiping betty's who just like to hear crazy, off the wall things, either enjoy the myth, or come to me for a clarification, i don't really care. maybe it all just adds to some myth or legend i am creating, maybe that is even cooler. i dunno if you haven't walked in my shoes about something, then shut the fuck up about it, because you have no idea if you are right or not. if you are mad at me about something that happened a year ago, or something i did that is honestly not bad at all on the grand scale of things, just fucking quit. quit being bad. i'm not that much of a dick i dont think..... and a lot of times i put myself in a position to be made fun of, because i think its fun. if you're not laughing with me, then you can start leaving me the fuck alone, cause i don't need to deal with it. i think that covered those three things, tomorrow i will post something upbeat cause i feel better already! did i just come off like a 14 year old girl? this is probably the most prototypical livejournal post i have ever made. i guess it needed to be said though /bitching love nick (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 11th, 2009
5:04 pm	23 kinda sucks so far (Comment on this)
Monday, June 1st, 2009
4:13 am	hi last saturday i stepped on some glass and fucked up my foot. it bled for like 6 hours. now i walk like a jackass. in an effort to avoid the hospital i have been strategically been applying bactine, krazy glue, gauze, tape. a couple days ago it actually stayed healed together which was rad. then i drank beers until like 9 am and played baseball. whoops! got a little dirty there. so hopefully for the next few days i'm gonna chill at my parents and not move at all and hopefully this little problem will take care of itself with some more bactine, krazy glue, gauze, and tape. i am on the 15 day dl for softball, baseball, and kickball though, sadly. other than that, i'm home. i think i'm gonna get a new job so I can actually make money. apparently i'm gonna put out some more records so I probably need it. tour was cool, i went to a ghost town in idaho, jumped in the chilly pacific ocean in san diego, drank beer at a house in portland, slept in the van at some rest stops, ate some rad chili in columbus, took a day off drinking in phoenix, bought a briefcase that holds cassette tapes in murray, KY, had some biscuits and gravy in missouri, i dunno, all the good shit. i'm thinking pool party at my parents house on friday? my birthday is on thursday. does this make any sense? will people come? lemme know homies! everyone's invited! bring me cool drugs for my foot! Current Mood: calm (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 26th, 2009
4:37 am	cool, i'm back in cincinnati. everything was awesome. (Comment on this)
Monday, May 4th, 2009
10:34 am	awesome weekend! first off, i didn't work at all. then i went to all three hands across basements shows met some new dudes, hung out with some old dudes, got really drunk mostly! then yesterday i played softball and eat steak!! today i leave for three and a half weeks! seeya! Current Mood: rad (Comment on this)
Monday, April 20th, 2009
4:30 am	happy 4 twenty bros Current Mood: high as fuck (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 15th, 2009
5:22 pm	ever since i found 'traveling' and 'taking a year off school' on stuff white people like.com I've kinda felt like a goober. i need to come up with something to like that no one else likes. I went to opening day with jon and graham, and despite the 'wintery mix' it was really fun. we saw justin and adam walking to their seats like 2 rows in front of us and they came and sat with us. then andrew and his friend came and found us, then lauren and rob. so somehow we got to all sit together and it was a lot of fun. we drank a lot and ended up hitting each other in the face with our opening day posters and then i passed out at 7. i'm really glad i went though, because it is a classic cincinnati experience and i had only been once and i don't really remember it. the other day ukraine crane played a show. it made me realize how much i like playing in a band but also how bad i suck at it. guitar is actually a pretty hard thing. yesterday i was driving away from my parent's house and almost hit a turkey crossing the street. like a gobbling, strutting turkey. now I'm drinking coffee. only 2 weeks until i do more white people stuff Current Mood: refreshed (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 16th, 2009
3:21 am	hey somebody say something this thing is getting boring (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 10th, 2009
3:25 pm	tour log wasted in wisconsin slippery in sheboygan adderal you can eat in illinois imbibed in indiana sleep for 3 days mass cheese (Comment on this)
Monday, March 2nd, 2009
4:34 am	space babies sorry mom and dad i'm in my slummin it phase. the lack of lines in my face indicate a trust fund baby beggin for change. any way i can get it whether it's real or manufactured i want all bad dreams to get better. take note, take note: i try to hide but the memory lingers from the tips of my toes to the end of my fingers. is this priviledge? i don't remember. cause you and i got different agendas. sorry mom and dad its my self righteous phase. don't stare at my uncalloused hands while i preach about working for change change for the little guy. change for the little man. in two years i'll forget all about him. take note, take note: and i'll talk about how naive i was i'll chalk it up to my cards have been dealt. show me a picture i'll barely remember when you and i had different agendas. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 19th, 2009
6:05 pm	blackballed I can no longer: -Work at a Larosa's -Rent movies from Blockbuster -Shop at 8th Ave Kroger In Nashville 22 years, doin' pretty good so far Current Mood: amused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 26th, 2009
7:18 pm	underworld: rise of the lycans I guess I'm checking in from frigid MUSIC CITY< USA because it's been a while since I have communicated electronically. the other day I went to matt's show at exit in and "loaded" by which I mean I carried about three small things from the van into the venue, and then got really drunk and didn't even load out.. or get paid. I guess I was busy trading shots of jameson with a former college offensive lineman until he said when.. which was maybe like 8, after I had already had about half of my own bottle of whiskey. At which point I decided I was "intoxicated" and went across the street to a pizza place, cause I really needed a slice of za. I knew they didn't sell single slices so I think I was just going to I dunno, yell at them until they gave me one. Luckliy I didn't have to because I saw a dude a couple years older than me who used to go to my school, who I guess had the same idea, and had already ordered a whole pizza for himself. He generously gave me two slices before his friends dragged him away! and basically it was fucking awesome and the best thing that ever could have happened to me at that point, so I went back inside and decided I was still "drunk" so I went to a party and drank more and then almost fell into bryce's tv. I guess or whatever Obviously it's pretty cool being me. I don't think anything else is going on. I'm gonna try to get my computer fixed tomorrow and maybe apply some places. I think I'm going back to cincinnati in the next couple days cause I don't have very much more money than enough to pay for the amount of gas it would take to get there. then I guess I will get a job or sit around at my parents house and cry. see ya then Current Mood: coffee (Comment on this)
Friday, January 23rd, 2009
6:08 pm	its like really warm, that's awesome. i know it's not gonna last but it almost feels like spring today Current Mood: cheerful (Comment on this)
Friday, December 26th, 2008
2:34 am	christmas time was fun, it was nice to see a lot of my friends, and I was sad I didn't get to see some people/hang out more with them. but i saw all of my best friends I think, and I'll be back in town in a couple weeks to see those I didn't. christmas itself was fine, christmas eve was probably the most fucked up I've ever experienced. definitely not a kid anymore, or whatever. I struggle with feeling bad for a lot of people I love in a situation that has no solutions or silver lining. a lot of food for thought, I guess. at least I got some cash out of the whole deal, I'll probably go to the east coast and commit some sort of sinful and meaningless acts speaking of that, I started this year in LA, and I'm gonna end it in new england. thats kinda cool. This year I did a lot of cool things, and went to cool places, I really can't argue, and I don't. I went to texas and wisconsin. I visited a good friend in san fransisco and a good friend in chicago. I caught a fest in baltimore and gainesville. I went to boston and new york for the first time, and I'm going back again. I spent the past 2 calendar years living in a different city every four months; I haven't had my own room with my own bed in all of 2008. but I definitely feel like there's some good reasons for living uncomfortable. like here's some cool things: i graduated college i lived on my own in LA for 4 months I interned at a magazine i really like. I started a record label I toured for a combined month with some of my best friends in the world. I hit my 30th state, and I did all of them but one in the span of my college career. I think when I look back, 2008 will be a pretty good year in my history. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 22nd, 2008
3:36 am	lately i've been having super creepy dreams. i had one a couple days ago with the most fucked up monster thing, that was like two girls attached with a monster thing in the middle of them, and the girls themselves were just like amalgomated flesh at the top instead of having heads and arms. and then if they got really pissed the middle thing would form up and become some fucked up monster with teeth and they couldn't control it. it was the single most terrifying thing I have encountered in my life. also last night (read: the three hours i slept this afternoon, since i couldn't sleep in the night at all) i dreamed i was an integral part of a will smith action movie. equally as terrifying Current Mood: bored (Comment on this)