that being said, it’s a quaint little sunday. the window is open and i can hear the planes fly overhead on their way to jfk. hip hop is coming from a blasted car stereo, a guy is redoing the graffiti on monster island, the hipster art collective next door. i love graffiti as much as any sunset. i especially love seeing new over old. there’s one spot you see from the bridge where the building has been torn down, and the building next to it is still up, and its graffiti went from roof graffiti to ground graffiti. two different spots on the wall. kinda like how can see where a forest fire happened on a tree ring. that prolly doesnt make sense.
i said that doesn’t make sense a lot yesterday while spending the day with a friend. but she’d say, no i get it. so that was cool. it was kinda an awesome day, because walking and talking trumps all things. we went to go see speed racer and left after a half hour. it was a crazy intersection of never ending explanation and exposition combined with again, fun moments of action that were all too brief. the races were a little too over the top because of the way the connecting scenes were handled. there were all these flashbacks and all this story and i just felt like a kid who wanted to get back home to his hotwheel track and do it right. so we left and walked and had indian under all these blankets stitched together, creating a quidditch wold cup kinda tent. it was one of those indian restaurants right by st. marks where they fight for your business from outside. we said, do you have garden, and three guys were like “GARDEN YES WE HAVE GARDEN!!!” i got some naan and tandoori chicken and rice, like always and she nibbled on everything else. she explained chutneys to me. i don’t try new things much.
i walked home on the bridge and took in the sunset on the graffiti (combined it’s a whole nother sensation) and got ready for my show. all that work didn’t matter. the cd was all fucked up, so it was all over the place, more snobots than mc chris is dead, but the audience just wants to hang out and are down for whatever. i did get i want candy the whole show. which remains a constant. but that’s cool. and if i had to be associated with one thing my whole life and aqua teen hunger force was it, i’d be ok with that. it’s a pretty amazing, culturally groundbreaking show to be a part of. i wish i had an awesome new version of the cartoon songs to do. but at the same i like shifting focus and doing different things and not just rehashing past victories. disney made the three little pigs and it was a hit and he made four more after that, that focused on the pigs and the song and the wolf, because people loved it so much. but he hated the sequels. i wonder what he’d think of the current disney dvd mill.
i went back into the city and ate some junk food and did the show. it was a nice crowd. i’m kinda assuming the same crowd would just show up three times, but there were tons of new people. which is good. the beginning was very nice and had a nice energy and sound, but things kinda went sour afterwards, but just in my head because a fan already reported on the boards that the show was amazing.
a fan made ig-88 57’s chevy shirts and curtis and decoster and i all took one. i’m wearing mine right now. the tech guy, gutes, writes for toyfare and set up an interview for me and chris gethard (darth dudical) is gonna do it. that’s an awesome.
afterwards we hung out in the green room until we were kicked out and then went to victor’s party in bushwick. my friend from speed racer was there and we were happy about our day i think, because we got to bitch and moan a lot and walk around. there were tons of people and the host was making out with everybody and there was dancefloor upstairs while two dudes played gta4 projected on a wall. it’s seriously everywhere, gta4 on paper bags that people are drinking beer out of on the street, gta posters at every construction site on the post no bill walls. everywhere. i’m fine with not playing anymore for a bit. gemberling says online is pretty ridiculous. i think i need someone to just come in my house and get everything to work for me while i go have french fries across the street. that’s the only way i see me getting online. we left the party and went next door to curtis and gemberling’s and watched this really bad movie called gamebox 101. stay alive was made two years later (by disney no less.) thanks curtis on imdb while we watched.
i’m gonna start watching the news on the tivo and then i will call my mother. you should do the same. tomorrow i will announce all the may june dates just to remind everyone (did everyone see the lubbock date and the abq, new mexico dates???) and then i’ll be making merch announcements all week when new stuff arrives. this week i get to go see kanye west perform live. so it will be fun. the snobots and i are reuniting as well and will be making new musics for you. so there’s that.
last night i was up, or i should say this morning, cuz i got home at 4am. i couldn’t get to sleep. it was awful the sun was coming up, i had passed out for an hour and then nibbling mice woke me up. the ants and the mice are back. so at noon when i woke up i cleaned everything everywhere. tried to get rid of any beckoning crumbs. it’s awful the sound would get real quiet. you could hear the trees bend outside, hear the leaves. and then the garbage bag rustling would start up. and what’s worse these mice look exactly like the mouse guard mice. all small and cute. i set a trap the day before but stepped on it, mid zone, while i was rehearsing. i was wearing sneakers so don’t worry no goofy like screams occurred.
i hate these little critters though. for an ocd person it’s torture. and i can’t help but vaguely adopt buddhist mantras dictating that i cannot harm any living creature no matter how small. (never mind the summer sausage cheese plates thank you) i put away the traps. i can’t snap any more little necks. it’s just not in me. and it doesn’t matter there are hundreds and getting rid of one only makes the team smarter.
i said to my friend yesterday, i’m more comfortable being on the road, where everyone treats me like a prince, than i am in new york where everyone just kinda walks all over me, including the bugs and mice. i’m more comfortable being on stage than being in real social situations where i clam up and feel awkward and kinda junior high inadequate. so yes, that’s all fucked up, but the good news is: tour starts in three weeks. yip yip.
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