Last Night
Nov. 12th, 2004 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonSkull fucked hangover.Dehydration headache. Ashtray mouth and a mood so bad I gotta register it as a concealed weapon in over a dozen states of mind. In other words I had a blast last night!
Sordid details for those who can be bothered
At the Carroll Street Bakery, I talked to an old man who served with Black Ops with the Marines. A face carved in sadness and fatigue, an old Native American sipping on his whiskey exhausted with whatever it is he was remembering. I struggled to listen to his soft voice over the music talk about the "Sniper Soul" but I could only catch stray fragments of images of him running through the darkness with his rifle. He told us about how hard it was to adjust to "The Real World", and I told him that was because this wasn't the "Real world", this is a very expensive and sensitive illusion that people periodically are called upon to die for. The Wallace sat between us and all three of us nodded and waited patiently for the conversation to change.
It wasn't all so sobering though- A friend of mine from the Beaver made her bartending debut at the Carroll St., quick drawing bottles and glasses gunfighter style- filling us up with much needed 1/2 price Duvel's & shots of J&C. They had a fab DJ spinning, lotsa lounge, jazz, samba & all that East Street Lounge stuff I eat up. I picked up his card- so check him out at www.jazzspaceandbass.com I know a few of you on my friends list would dig this especially. Sad too because he reminded me how I really wanted to spin tomorrow @ the SR for the Russ Meyer night- ("Like a velvet glove cast in Iron" my favorite line from Faster Pussycat!)- I'm just waiting for the arm to heal up a bit more and regain some semblance of manual dexterity soon.
Speaking of swank DJ's check out "Ursadelic" the new one from Ursula 1000- electococktails for everyone- cheers!!!
Seeing some old friends at the Claremont lounge is always fun, seeing old friends WORK at the Claremont is priceless. I haven't been there since Jimbo88 lived in the hotel and we channeled the ghost of GG Allen using a six pack of Pabs and a Mexican Saint candle lit on the skull of an old junkie(no not really but I wanted to see if anyone ever reads this far). Though I'm normally shy around the ladies, I did receive my first Table dance to some techno song- I blushed a bit and listened to the crowd laugh at my embarassment.
Then it's a shot across the street for MJQ's "Foxy Boxing", hosted by Rodney-(who is still "Despised" Rodney to me from his old hardcore band, but seems to have become "Karoke" Rodney to the locals). Well the premise is female club patrons step into the ring and let loose for two rounds of sheer,sexist,alcohol induced fun. This was odd because I saw an old flame of mine in the ring pounding the shit out of this other girl- there is something beyond surreal(dadaistic maybe?) about seeing an exlover knock the shit out of some strange woman while a drunken crowd cheers around you.
And then home.
Flipping through the lastest issue of the "Walking Dead", and waiting for the bedspins to slow down, I drift off to sleep, dream free and with a smile that all the rain in the world couldn't drown.
A great day.
Thanks to those of you who were there. Your identitys have been left out to protect the not-so-innocent.
Later-
Sordid details for those who can be bothered
At the Carroll Street Bakery, I talked to an old man who served with Black Ops with the Marines. A face carved in sadness and fatigue, an old Native American sipping on his whiskey exhausted with whatever it is he was remembering. I struggled to listen to his soft voice over the music talk about the "Sniper Soul" but I could only catch stray fragments of images of him running through the darkness with his rifle. He told us about how hard it was to adjust to "The Real World", and I told him that was because this wasn't the "Real world", this is a very expensive and sensitive illusion that people periodically are called upon to die for. The Wallace sat between us and all three of us nodded and waited patiently for the conversation to change.
It wasn't all so sobering though- A friend of mine from the Beaver made her bartending debut at the Carroll St., quick drawing bottles and glasses gunfighter style- filling us up with much needed 1/2 price Duvel's & shots of J&C. They had a fab DJ spinning, lotsa lounge, jazz, samba & all that East Street Lounge stuff I eat up. I picked up his card- so check him out at www.jazzspaceandbass.com I know a few of you on my friends list would dig this especially. Sad too because he reminded me how I really wanted to spin tomorrow @ the SR for the Russ Meyer night- ("Like a velvet glove cast in Iron" my favorite line from Faster Pussycat!)- I'm just waiting for the arm to heal up a bit more and regain some semblance of manual dexterity soon.
Speaking of swank DJ's check out "Ursadelic" the new one from Ursula 1000- electococktails for everyone- cheers!!!
Seeing some old friends at the Claremont lounge is always fun, seeing old friends WORK at the Claremont is priceless. I haven't been there since Jimbo88 lived in the hotel and we channeled the ghost of GG Allen using a six pack of Pabs and a Mexican Saint candle lit on the skull of an old junkie(no not really but I wanted to see if anyone ever reads this far). Though I'm normally shy around the ladies, I did receive my first Table dance to some techno song- I blushed a bit and listened to the crowd laugh at my embarassment.
Then it's a shot across the street for MJQ's "Foxy Boxing", hosted by Rodney-(who is still "Despised" Rodney to me from his old hardcore band, but seems to have become "Karoke" Rodney to the locals). Well the premise is female club patrons step into the ring and let loose for two rounds of sheer,sexist,alcohol induced fun. This was odd because I saw an old flame of mine in the ring pounding the shit out of this other girl- there is something beyond surreal(dadaistic maybe?) about seeing an exlover knock the shit out of some strange woman while a drunken crowd cheers around you.
And then home.
Flipping through the lastest issue of the "Walking Dead", and waiting for the bedspins to slow down, I drift off to sleep, dream free and with a smile that all the rain in the world couldn't drown.
A great day.
Thanks to those of you who were there. Your identitys have been left out to protect the not-so-innocent.
Later-
