Cool things this dual day break:
- Albany's lead increasing with every Jager I ordered.
- Buying wedding rings and not getting cattle prodded
- Strong margaritas made without a mix
- Hanging with Lord and Dutchess Douche
- Taking a ride of wonderment in the Dutchess' space machine
- Havana Restaurant - some of the best Cuban in ATL.
- V For Vendetta - it has its faults but overall I enjoyed myself a lot
- Animal Collective
- High School night at the concert everyone! I should probably have a completely different section of "Suck ass things that happened this dual day break:
" and have it be completely dominated by the two ass lickers that just happened to park themselves next to us at the show. Before I get into it - let me say that Animal Collective were fucking great. As we left we were debating whether that may have even been better than the first time we saw em.
Ok so these fuckshits - two of them - of course were THE BIGGEST HUGEST ANIMAL COLLECTIVE FANS - OH MY GOD! First one was this 4 ft. red headed whoremonger who was trippin balls, man. We were in the back at the Variety and against the railing of those little areas that are blocked off so people can stand and be above the floor. Well because her dwarf ass legs were so short her fucking face was right behind mine and Bobby's heads. After hearing her scream SCREAM about how excellent the klezmer-ish opening band was totally "world music and awesome" we knew we were in for a long night after the next quote (mind you right as AC was getting on stage and warmed up with some atmospheric noise stuff): "OH MY GOD MY TRIP IS TOTALLY KICKIN IN RIGHT NOW!!" The midge proceeded to not only talk through the entire show but also do shit like scream at her non-existent friends throughout the crowd in front of us. What she forgot was that first off no one was friends with her leprechaun ass and secondly the people she came with were standing right next to her. So shit like this would happen in the middle of one of the most quiet portions of the show:
"ENRIQUE! ENRIQUE!! HEY ENRIQUE!!! TURN AROUND!!!"
(Tap the me and the dude next to me on the shoulder)
"HEY WILL YOU TAP MY FRIEND ENRIQUE ON THE SHOULDER HE IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! ENRIQUE!"
(Dude taps the guy in front of him who obviously has heard the barking) - "Look, I'm not Enrique [you tensy nugget]" added by editor
"OH THATS NOT ENRIQUE (turns to person next to her) THATS NOT MY FRIEND ENRIQUE! DAMN, YOU WOULD HAVE LIKED THE WAY HE DANCES. HE'S A DANCER!"
"MIKE! MIKE! HEY MIKE TURN AROUND...."
So yeah I wanted to German suplex her dumb ass. The other perpetrator was the Anti-Phil Horan. Within the first song he had his shirt off and was thrashing like he was at a Slayer concert. Remember - AC started out really slow on Sunday - creeping to a crawl with a open chord dronier thing. THRASHING! THRASHING! WHIPPING FACE AND HEAD SO SWEAT GOES ON THE PUSSIES NEXT TO ME WHO DON'T KNOW THE EMOTIONAL POWER OF THE COLLECTIVE AND HOW IT EMBODIES MY RIFFS! Suck my dicks asshole. This guy was a meathead locked in a twerp's body. At one point he was so fired up that he grabbed the girl he was with - this slovenly hunched over depressed girl - and body slammed her. So forcefully that I really wondered if anyone else saw that and if we should beat this dude's ass for beating on a female.
Why didnt we move, we did but it was so packed in there that moving meant 2 feet. About halfway through the show I had tuned out diarrhea lips and closed my eyes so electric current up the snoot snout dancing dude didn't bother me and enjoyed the show. Believe it or not Animal Collective were so good - despite the annoyances (am I just turning into one of those crabby old dudes at shows, or have I embraced the truest sense of a BLOGGER BEING!) the music was engulfing and undeniably daring and fresh. Me and the boys toasted a few bottles of mini-champagne to a set that shifted between jubilation and terror. Warm and icy overtones. Drone and succinct jams. I left the last show having owned 4 albums by them and only recognized 2 songs all night - Sunday's show had more that one recognized but still was choc full of completely new material. I tried to find a set list online but I think with AC - a set list (if one exists) is a very loose fabric to follow. Which is what makes them - them.