live for the future, long for the past
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yamamanamaSomeone wrote “beef” next to Wellington at an orange line map.
I met a pomeranian described as a cottonball with legs, an Afghan named Pete, a few more Pomeranians, a pug, a long-haired Akita named Gabby with glo-sticks around her legs who shrinks down to half-size when she gets wet, a gray and white shih-tzu named Tesla, a dog from Aruba, an Australian shepherd, a collie and a yellow lab, and Luna, a newfie who is not quite the tallest dog I've ever seen but at 200 pounds, may be the heaviest.
It rained from 1:30 to 2:30 so everyone played a truncated set and rushed through everything instead of talking about their songs and bantering. Rain twice a week in September of all months. I thought it was going to be a Mayfair-style fiasco and they even had a giant fucking beer garden instead of the vendor stalls they had last year. I'd say something about beer being fit for swine and Brett Kavanaugh but I can't figure out if I'm being redundant or just an asshole. There was still an evil smell on the east side of the amphitheater but it was less marker and more mulch. I hate mulch. So painfully.
Bleach The Sky played Machine Head, one of the few Bush songs I like. I like Glycerine and Letting The Cables Sleep as well. They played Cherub Rock. They played Even Flow. They played Under the Bridge by The Red Hot Chili Peppers. I like the song but it has a very slow start to it and I only have Californication. They played a few originals and I can’t place who they sound like to me. From their sound test, I think they were planning a cover of a song from Jar of Flies.
Cook Bag plays power-pop.
Carissa Johnson plays pop-punk on overdrive. Not what I expected. I don’t know how I’ve heard of her. Probably Vanylanad or Allston Pudding or something. I don't know why I'm saying Carissa Johnson because she has a band and they're called the Cure-Alls.
The Somerville Symphony Orchestar is neither an orchestra nor is symphonic and they’re probably from Malden. Nay, they’re a klezmer band with a jazz ensemble, that is to say, guitar, bass, drums, saxophone, and trombone. I’m assuming Jewish because of the saxophonist’s Jew-fro and the fact that they had a song called Borscht on the Rocks, which transmogrified into surf-rock reggae halfway through. The website says Balkans. Although sometimes they sound Romany or middle eastern or Ethiopian, and the first two make sense. The last makes sense if you assume one of them went through a Mulatu Astatke phase. They covered System of a Down’s Chop Suey.
Grooversity was back. It spit a little rain but that stopped by the time the fireworks happened. There were three boats with Trump 2020 flags on them and I was hoping a spark would cause them to catch fire.
I met two women, a vocalist and a violinist, who were from Italy and were here studying music at Berklee. On the train was a conversation in what I think was Russian. Thing is, I’m good with telling what language something is when it’s written but when it’s spoken, the only ones I can immediately identify are Nuxalk and English. Mostly because of xłp̓x̣ʷłtłpłłskʷc̓, Eventually they start throwing around words like nyet or privyet or spasibo or dobry den. And I know that Mir means either peace or world depending on the context. Fallout has a cult following in Russia, apparently. Michael finds that unsurprising, as post-Communist Russia is basically a lot of wasteland and a lot of places that are like mashups of the Den, New Reno, and the Enclave.
burning question: but seriously, how the hell are there so many rankings of the songs of Californication that are completely wrong? This Velvet Glove is the best song on that album.
I met a pomeranian described as a cottonball with legs, an Afghan named Pete, a few more Pomeranians, a pug, a long-haired Akita named Gabby with glo-sticks around her legs who shrinks down to half-size when she gets wet, a gray and white shih-tzu named Tesla, a dog from Aruba, an Australian shepherd, a collie and a yellow lab, and Luna, a newfie who is not quite the tallest dog I've ever seen but at 200 pounds, may be the heaviest.
It rained from 1:30 to 2:30 so everyone played a truncated set and rushed through everything instead of talking about their songs and bantering. Rain twice a week in September of all months. I thought it was going to be a Mayfair-style fiasco and they even had a giant fucking beer garden instead of the vendor stalls they had last year. I'd say something about beer being fit for swine and Brett Kavanaugh but I can't figure out if I'm being redundant or just an asshole. There was still an evil smell on the east side of the amphitheater but it was less marker and more mulch. I hate mulch. So painfully.
Bleach The Sky played Machine Head, one of the few Bush songs I like. I like Glycerine and Letting The Cables Sleep as well. They played Cherub Rock. They played Even Flow. They played Under the Bridge by The Red Hot Chili Peppers. I like the song but it has a very slow start to it and I only have Californication. They played a few originals and I can’t place who they sound like to me. From their sound test, I think they were planning a cover of a song from Jar of Flies.
Cook Bag plays power-pop.
Carissa Johnson plays pop-punk on overdrive. Not what I expected. I don’t know how I’ve heard of her. Probably Vanylanad or Allston Pudding or something. I don't know why I'm saying Carissa Johnson because she has a band and they're called the Cure-Alls.
The Somerville Symphony Orchestar is neither an orchestra nor is symphonic and they’re probably from Malden. Nay, they’re a klezmer band with a jazz ensemble, that is to say, guitar, bass, drums, saxophone, and trombone. I’m assuming Jewish because of the saxophonist’s Jew-fro and the fact that they had a song called Borscht on the Rocks, which transmogrified into surf-rock reggae halfway through. The website says Balkans. Although sometimes they sound Romany or middle eastern or Ethiopian, and the first two make sense. The last makes sense if you assume one of them went through a Mulatu Astatke phase. They covered System of a Down’s Chop Suey.
Grooversity was back. It spit a little rain but that stopped by the time the fireworks happened. There were three boats with Trump 2020 flags on them and I was hoping a spark would cause them to catch fire.
I met two women, a vocalist and a violinist, who were from Italy and were here studying music at Berklee. On the train was a conversation in what I think was Russian. Thing is, I’m good with telling what language something is when it’s written but when it’s spoken, the only ones I can immediately identify are Nuxalk and English. Mostly because of xłp̓x̣ʷłtłpłłskʷc̓, Eventually they start throwing around words like nyet or privyet or spasibo or dobry den. And I know that Mir means either peace or world depending on the context. Fallout has a cult following in Russia, apparently. Michael finds that unsurprising, as post-Communist Russia is basically a lot of wasteland and a lot of places that are like mashups of the Den, New Reno, and the Enclave.
burning question: but seriously, how the hell are there so many rankings of the songs of Californication that are completely wrong? This Velvet Glove is the best song on that album.
