Noveller/Unfact/U.S. Girls tonight
I’m still looking at you out of the corner of my eyes. You’re impenetrable, inhumanly impervious to all my cooing and wooing. I’m dreaming about gutting your concrete lovelessness and being reborn a twitching bacterial cog of your dinosaurian dynamo. It’s not because I’m itching to work in your stiff, uncaring bosom but because you are a high-maintenance cock-teaser. You’re white girls with jean shorts. You’re a heavenly peep show whose unwitting protagonists are scrambling to exit from the jerky stage of my paramount yen leaving a stinging sensation of earthly evanescence in my misty pupils. You’re fallen angels. You enabled me to put the flesh on many people who previously existed only on the internet. Some were better looking, some were not. I was lucky to watch Thurston Moore from a distance, although I missed his show. But he wasn’t most affecting. [ ] is. She was a Nico reincarnation. I’m hoping for April March. I read She’s living in NYC. And of course, I wouldn’t talk to her even if she is standing in front of me.
I burst out warm tears listening to this song. I’m depressed even though I’m twisting my muscles to “Fuck The Police”. Now “Gangsta, Gansta.” N.W.A., you’re wrong at least for one thing. It’s all about Salary, because that’s about Reality. I love your music but here’s hoping that I won’t stumble onto any N.W.A in Brooklyn. A lanky snoop doggish black dude taught me how to cancel a “Just Used” metro card the other day. When he touched my card, it felt like a layer of my security peeled away. He was rather coarse but turned out to be a nimble troubleshooter. Pardon me, I lied to you. I smoke. I didn’t say to you that I left my ciggarettes at home by mistake, which was true. I felt the need to spare the words. So don’t holler at me, like, “You lying chink”, if you ever see me smoking around Dekalb station. I’m good. I’m going to quit smoking, not masturbating. Thee Oh Sees@Death By Audio soon.
I like Verlaines. I love this song and music video. They are so White. I need to see some sweet indie pop and intense metal shows. I want to hang out with music nerds ……but how?
whoaa total genius. I don’t need any friend girfriend lay…..I’ve got Four Loko. Better than weed…………………………..sssdddddddddddddddddddddfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff I’m going to listen to Vibracathedral Orchestra………………….shjit/345efgklsdlk;g;lk haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasflkjdskljflkkkkkwedlksajlfㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴㄴ놈ㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁㄴ리ㅜ아ㅓㅁㅎ;ㅏㅓ’ㄱㅁㅈㄷ5;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;ㄴㅊㅊㅊㅊㅊㅀㅍ;ㅣㅏㅇㄴ러ㅓㅓㅓㅓㅓㅓㅓㅓㅅ베[3598
Royal Trux: Jennifer Herrema and Neil Hagerty
Being in NYC further polarizes my bipolar. I feel very good today. NYC is Great. I love this city and all these good looking people. Is it too greedy of me to expect a scantling of reciprocation? Wookby is back from Las Vegas to salvage me from labyrinthine solitude. We’re going to Max Fish and then to Cakeshop to see a The Howling Hex show (it is likely to be the other way around). I hope for a Chloe Sevigny sighting at the former and of course, catching sight of another super celeb of my hyper-hip geekdom, namely Neil Hagerty at the latter is firmly secured. I thought about going to Death By Audio because lots of the finer local bands are playing there today but I chose to go for the star-struck milky way. I saw Jennifer Herrema’s RTX before, so by the time I accomplish today’s mission, I will have seen about Royal Trux. No?
A way before the Milky Way;
On my way to retrieve my notebook from a small Korean computer repair shop located somewhere on 29th street, 6th Avenue, I saw a hoary haired white man equipped with wonderfully worn moccasins. He was also donning a black leather jacket which seemed to transmit a lost episode of his turbulent youth. He must have been a badass in his days. As I’m looking for footwear to go perfectly with my jean shorts, I couldn’t resist the impulse to ask some fashion tip of him. He couldn’t remember where he bought them but advised me that I go around Manhattan since there is a bunch of shops selling shoes like them around here. Hmm? Do you know any shop to shop for Moccasins? I prefer second-handed ones because they’re cheaper and look more natural.
I should look better in this beautifully defaced city. But the condition I’m in screams “Get a life (or Job)” at me. I never had and will never have many clothing items but I believe I have a fashioin sense not subpar to those preening New Yorkers’. So if you ever encounter me on any piss-littered street in NYC, please do not assume this is how I want to bodily represent myself here. And you better be functionally dressed when you need to get your notebook back (I must go to that computer repair shop again to have my keyboard fixed in a week).
I keep listening to Boredom’s Vision Creation Newsun. I’m fighting to think posi and stay chipper. I’m now playing Bush Tetras but I didn’t go to their show. Because this is New York and they will play soon again in a more attractive setting. And they’re old -_-;
Photo: UT. haven’t seen this variety of hipsters yet. Perhaps they were extinct a long while ago.
Today I had my third waking up in NYC. Lots of things happened over those four days. I’m getting less and less terrified to be here despite never being free from the feeling of being threatened for the financial reason. Thank Craig and my lucky star, I finally scored a reasonably priced (by NYC standard) room that’s coveniently located near Dekalb Avenue station in Bushwick. I thought it would be impossible for me to rent a room off Craigslist. * Do the math: A Korean + A tourist; They simply don’t reply back. In time, I became wise enough to obscure my ethincity and status, simply referring to me as “A tourist”. I gather that’s the tactic that worked a miracle for me. So no more passive racist aggressions to go through - Well, some may be lurking around the nooks and crannies of my American life. But fuck them all anyways !!!
In other words, I don’t have to lodge in this congested Korean guest house in Bushwick as of 6/12 (actually, this place is quite alright but expensive) but I’m still very anxious to land a dishwasher position or whatever SSN-free job. Rent is rocketing high but if I keep eating less and in, the cost of living in NYC shouldn’t be lethal. I haven’t seen any shows yet, not that I eagerly want to see any. In NYC, watching people seems to be more entertaining than going to shows. Besides, by my reckoning, there hasn’t been any decent show recently. But a weekend always has some for sure. Originally I marked 6/1o of the calendar in my mind as Endless Boogie/Purling Hiss @ Death By Audio day (and it’s for just $7 !!!). But varaibles came into play as time passed by. I went and roamed about Bedford Avenue alone yesterday, and I think I saw a flyer that advertised a MV Carbon 6/10 show at Secret Project Robot. Maybe it was last year’s since I couldn’t find anything about it on the internet. But instead…. I happened upon this:
Friday June 10th, 2011 – Opening nite party at LIVE WITH ANIMALS
Garbage River (featuring Timmy Vulgar & Jimbo Easter)
+ special guest: Sightings
DJ Acapulco Rodriguez (been curious as to what he looks like)
Sounds very termbo but looks very billyburg hipster-ish. This show isn’t even on Ohmyrockness and termbo. So they must like it rather private. Outliers like myself might be unwelcome. But holy crap, Sightings !!! How many years I’ve been sighing for their live shows !!! However, I have likely the most important game going on: Getting laid. The story is, on Wednesday night, more or less bored, nothing to do, I headed for a bar in Williamsburg to drink a plastic cup of 32 oz 4$ budlight, on my own (natch). I lucked into an American girl at this bar and we ended up making out heavily but to my chagrin I was prohibited from putting a full ejaculatory stop by the girl herself who cornered me in the first place (You know, I’m a fucking nerd. Passive. Defensive. I don’t have a way with girls). But that’s not the end of the story. I believe, we agreed to hang out on Friday which is Today. I want to do her badly. If I succeed, that will be my first lay in like forever (I shift the blame on those prudent, demanding Korean girls who are prone to becoming disarmed and docile in the presence of moderately good looking White males). I have to follow whatever direction my dick swings until she flakes on me, and in my vivacious world of imagination, I’m already bedding with her. Since I don’t make her out to be a hipster, it won’t be a good idea to go one of these two shows together. In any case, today is gonna be a blast. I think I even have an option of bringing my Korean friend (Sorry Areum, you know this is not the way I am… I am just…) to this show – well, I’m obviously tilted toward the Sightings show, in the event that I’m spurned by the girl in question.
And you fucking NY hipsters and music nerds, please don’t give me such uncomfortable looks even if you spot me at your favourite clannish hang-out. I just want to enjoy music in the flesh. Well, maybe that’s not all.