If you wish to make a blog from scratch, you must first invent the universe.
Recently I heard the old smokestack downtown was going to be demolished. On the way home yesterday, I stopped by with my crappy phone camera for a quick pic:
You know, just something to tide me over until I could get my real camera the next morning. SO, the next morning (aka “noon”) I grabbed my real camera and headed downtown, only to see this:
It was barely morning—on a weekend, no less—and they were already done knocking the damn thing over!
Is this a thing? Well, Is it?
I swear I ask that almost as much as people ask “what’s that from?” whenever anyone anywhere says anything clever. (I ask it a lot, is what I’m trying to say.) According to my completely arbitrary rules that I made up on the spot, it takes three to be a meme, or a thing. One more!
Whether I obsess over it and try to find every instance is another question. The answer to that is—hopefully—no. Maybe someone else will do it for me, like with the Downtown Smiler.
(Protip: look on utility boxes.)
The first day in months that don’t have my real camera on me, and that’s when I finally see something interesting.
OK, not that interesting, but still.
Not pictured: The actual bands themselves (who were awesome and loud and awesomely loud), because I don’t like bringing my SLR to major/crowded shows (I also prefer to, you know, just remember those).
Also not pictured: The most delicious burrito I ever ate in my entire life. You can believe me now, for I have had many burritos in many cities.
Should have been pictured: This would have been the perfect chance to bring Travel Bot along, but I plum forgot. He lives in my camera bag. You know, the bag for the camera I don’t bring to major shows?
On Thursday I went with a car full of girls to see some Pixies up in Chicago. I was a bit worried at first, because the last time I was at the Aragon it sounded like muffled ass, and I was also wary of reunion shows. But then again, I have loved the Pixies for almost 20 years, and they were playing Doolittle all the way through, a-and the car full of girls…
…and anyway, once they started playing it was all magical and great. They even did all the b-sides! I spent most of the show either grinning like an idiot, fighting back Manly Tears™, or screaming like a girl. The best part was that they were enjoying themselves (I saw them in 1991 when they all kinda hated each other, and it wasn’t the same). The other best part was the whole audience singing along to every song, even the b-sides.
Honorable mention for “best part” goes to the 7 foot tall Eurodude in the tracksuit who was dancing and jumping like he was trying to punch God up in heaven. I think his energy alone brought the band out for the second encore.