Flood The Sun does Smashing Pumpkins, I do D’arcy

Flood The Sun was Smashing Pumpkins for Halloween. Here’s our set list:

1. Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness

2. Where Boys Fear To Tread

3. Zero

4. Bullet With Butterfly Wings

5. Bodies

As you can see, I was D’arcy Wretzky. Noel (80’s Madonna) is seen presenting her creation to you in the above photo.

I’m happy to say that I sewed the feather border onto my shirt, but sad to say how hard it is to look like a woman when wearing pants and military boots…

…as opposed to yesterday’s smokin’ hot dress.

We played at the Launchpad. We were only allowed 15 minutes. But it was one of the more fun, more packed shows I’ve played. Live footage here.

The Coma Recovery: Drag Queen Show

Last night, Tommy impulsively came up with the idea of playing the Left Unsaid show in drag. It turns out we were all pretty hot as women, but let me add that in the photo above, Tommy didn’t have his make-up on yet (oooh, he’s going to be so mad at me for posting it). This is a good photo as a follow-up for the Chaz and Biff photo from last year.

When we decided to play the show in drag, all of us were a little weary of who was going to back out and make the rest of us look like morons. I expected Dustin to shun the plan entirely, but it turns out that he fully committed to the role, and actually quite enjoyed it.

Dustin did, however, prove his masculinity to the masses by making certain to headbang hard enough for his wig to come off on stage.

It was when the set was nearly finished that I realized, despite the clothing, my other bandmates were still behaving like testosterone-filled men.

The rest of the night became a social experiment; sexual-orientations were threatened, and it was dangerous to walk the streets alone.

Unfortunately I didn’t get any photos of Will, because he decided that he would get his make-over done elsewhere. As for the three of us, I believe that Noel worked some excellent magic to turn us into very hot, somewhat robust, women.

On another note, I’m finding it difficult to completely remove eye make-up. But it doesn’t really matter because tomorrow it’s D’arcy Wretzky for me.

Mind Power

Work was canceled today because of bad weather.  So I decided to go to Satellite to hang out with my laptop and double Americano, mostly reading a book on mindpower.

The more I read these types of things, the more I find it fascinating that people still avoid acknowledging the power of the mind. In the first 21 years of my life, I never heard anything about mind power in school. The more I find out how the mind works, I realize that the American school system is designed in a way that scatters our focus, which, I guess, helps the economy, because it encourages us pursue mind-numbing jobs we hate and that sort of thing…

Anyway, it seems like TV is talking a lot about Freemasonry “secrets”, Noetic Science, and the power of the mind as if it’s all newly revealed information. But the mind power book I mentioned was written in the 1920s, and there’s a bunch just like it from the same era. I’ve noticed that the media’s take on mind power and esoteric “secrets” is just fluffy stupid stuff, mostly being used to promote Dan Brown’s new book.

I remember going to school and church, listening to lessons about how the Occult was of the devil, and you may likely get possessed by demons if you learned about it, etc. I remember Unsolved Mysteries and TV specials about the same thing, with carefully chosen music, footage with flaming pentagrams and dead animals. In reality the Occult is defined as “hidden wisdom”, basically uncovering as much as we know about reality.

So what would happen if we found out we were much more powerful than we’ve been taught/conditioned to think? We’d probably upgrade our minds’ operating systems to the point where we didn’t need to listen to what some dude at a podium says every Sunday, we wouldn’t need a business degree to pursue business, and we wouldn’t need to watch the News to “know” what’s “really going on” in the world.  We probably wouldn’t worry anymore. We’d take responsibility for our state of existence. We’d enter a whole new state of independence, freedom, and intelligence that would allow us to go after what we truly want at our core. For some, that might be autonomy, happiness, creativity, love, self-actualization, self-transcendence.

Of course, this is only a figment of my mind. But for now, I like it, and I’m in the mood for spoon-feeding it to the masses.

Yowm!

Yo-han Sebastian must be rolling in his…

Tonight I worked a show for a hip-hop crew called Tech 9 (click for photo), of Insane Clown Posse’s Psychopathic Records.

Lots of fans with clown make-up. Lots of wicked clowny aggression. Lots of parents dropping their kids off.

A good movie idea? Juggalos vs. Trekkies. With Braveheart-style battle footage. But no weapons, just slapping, pushing, calling names, etc.

I’m a size 4-5.

At the wig warehouse.

After work, I had to make time to go clothes/wig shopping, because I’m going to be D’arcy Wretzky for Halloween. Halloween is this Saturday, so I don’t have much time to pull it off. I ordered a wig on ebay last week for $25 with intentions to save time. But a couple of days ago I found out that it will take 15-20 days for my D’arcy-hair to get here because the seller lives in China.

So I had to buy another wig at a shop in Albuquerque. It was $30. Then I went to Buffalo Exchange for clothes. When looking through the girl’s pants rack, I kept hearing a voice in my head saying, “Ooh, these are cute. These are cute.. These are also cute…” I also focused a lot on my butt in the fitting room.  I felt slightly self-conscious buying glossy capri pants with fishnet leggings, but I have a feeling that the sales-girls at Buffalo are used to that sort of thing.

Tommy’s girlfriend Noel helped me shop via text/pix message. She’s the one doing my make-up for the Smashing Pumpkins show. I hope she works some magic, because I look rather grotesque in a blond wig.

Music and brick week

Just keep going, dude, for the love of Pete...

We (Americans) are all alive today, which means I think I can quit paying attention to death-and-destruction conspiracy theories. Because we all know that prophecies of destruction and massive casualities are for people who don’t take responsibility for the banality in their own lives.

After work, I went down to the practice space before Coma practiced to rock Casey’s drums. Dustin showed up and started jamming with me. He had some nice riffs, but he doesn’t ever keep going when we are nailing the fun parts.

Coma plays a local reunion show with Left Unsaid and A Summer Ends this Friday at the Launchpad. Flooding Sunkins is Saturday on Halloween. Music and Bricks all week.

Web-bot

Ever heard of Web-bot? He’s a computer who combs through the internet, picking up bits of linguistic code that can be condensed into information which reveals what is happening in the human collective consciousness.

Since we all know that there is a Pinchbeckian Noosphere that contains every human thought that ever existed (of course), and that it affects matter/events/reality, supposedly Web-bot can make psychic predictions based on text-based thought-forms, and potentials of human emotional upheaval.

According to the dudes who developed Web-bot at Half Past Human, Web-bot has been very accurate in the past. He predicted 911, tragedies in the middle east, and many other upsetting events.

Well, I found out we’re screwed tonight or tomorrow, thanks to Web-bot’s intelligence. But let me add, I have fallen for Web-bot’s shenanigans once, and I wasn’t very happy about it…

…sort of like how I’m not too happy about this video right now:

Kicking and screaming… and biting.

All the attention you'll ever need...

I started the day with an alcohol certification class so I can legally continue to be a barback at Sunshine Theater. I again remembered what it was like to be taught in a structured-for-retards kind of class.  Later at work, I explained how I gave five precious hours of my life away. The bartender girl just thought it was funny that I still managed to miss one question on the test.

This is the second show I’ve worked at Sunshine since I was hired a month ago. It was a hip-hop show, not very big. The first one was a Static X show, and was pretty packed. But I still had to clean up just as much vomit and ass-explosion as before.

There’s a lot of fast walking I do around the place, but I seem to end up in the right places at the right time. Tonight I got to witness the security guys drag a belligerently drunk girl out of the crowd and throw her outside. Minutes later, I saw her on the other side of the building hand-cuffed with a couple of cop cars surrounding her. Next time I walked past the window, the entire fleet of APD was surrounding her.

I didn’t really find out for sure what happened. When I was scraping off graffiti outside, there were 20-30 cop cars surrounding the building, some officers arguing with witnesses. All I gathered was that a mob of civilians protested how the cops were treating the girl, and a physical altercation developed that required the police officers to get all their downtown blokes to help’m out.

All because of one girl and alcohol.

Bricks and Tea

I’ve never enjoyed the phase where people have to talk about petty things to find out if they can get along. In fact, it’s always been a little dreadful.

EXT. – JOB SITE – LIBRARY – DAY

Worker: So, did you see the game yesterday?

Me: Nah. Football?

Worker: Baseball. Dodgers. Big Dodgers fan. So you’re into football then? You got a team?

Me: No.

(long pause)

But I wish I did so we could have something to talk about.

(Worker doesn’t know what my jokes are like yet, and walks off to find something else to do).

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EXT. – JOB SITE – LIBRARY – THE NEXT DAY

Worker: So. You live with a chick or what?

Me: (considers saying “I wish” to establish masculinity) No.

Worker: What part of town do you live?

Me: Northeast heights.

(Long silence. Worker turns to make his bean sandwich.)

Me: But I used to live downtown. You know, close to the zoo?

Worker: Oh, yeah! Cool bro. Didn’t you say you’re in a band? You guys jamming soon?

Me: Yeah!

Worker: You play any Metallica?

Me: No.

(loud breathing)

Do you play anything?

Worker: I play the beer bottle I guess.

Me: I also like beer sometimes.

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Anyway, I got off work early today, so I went to the bank. About a year ago, I thought it would be a good idea to take flight lessons when I didn’t have any real money to pay for it. Today I’m building brick walls to pay it off. So I sat at the bank lady’s desk to ask her about lowering my interest rates, etc. She dialed a number, handed me the phone and walked to another room. After the process of announcing vital steal-my-identity information for the entire bank to hear, I didn’t get to lower my interest rate. That’s because the banks are evil.

After that, I met Sarah at Satellite Coffee where we talked about project mayhem, aliens, and how her chihuahua keeps biting people.

The Perry Bible Fellowship

At Flooding Sunkins practice, Casey brought back my Perry Bible Fellowship Almanack, reminding me of the genius of Nicholas Gurewitch. I let Joel borrow it because he dug it enough initially for me to sacrifice another month or five without it. Here’s one of my favorite pbf comics: