and now, we hip hop
unimpeded view my ass. one goes to see the gorillaz in order to SEE the gorillaz, don't they? and one pays up for "unimpeded view" tickets so they can, again, SEE the gorillaz.
nien. last night, i met G at the apollo theater. we expect a healthy dose of hiphop, rock, some harlem gospel choir and maybe a little dennis hopper. and animation, of course, we are looking for animation.
but our view? plenty impeded.
still, after some minor disgruntledness upon realizing that we could only see the stage, and not the screen — and the fact that the stupidest stupid stupid stupid girl in the world with the stupidest tattoo and the stupidest voice and the stupidest wannabe hiphop hand gestures was sitting in front of us — damon albarn kicked our butts into not caring so much. maybe it's just that G and i are exceptional at making the best of what we got. or maybe the music was just that good. possibly it was neneh cherry that did it? maybe de la soul? maybe dennis hopper? maybe the adorable little kids that tore up the stage?
or maybe ... just MAYBE ... it was ike turner playing piano in a sparkly white jumpsuit.
maybe.
perhaps the only unfortunate thing about the gorillaz last night was that i missed R spinning at symphony space. he's a sick kid right now, but he hauled ass from queens to play an event hosted by dj spooky that explored dj culture and compositional technique. if you're interested in more of R, check out this ooooooold school video of him.
he sent that to me today and it made me mad that i missed out on that part of his life. kind of like how i'm bummed that i never got to see the beasties in the 80s. or the pumpkins at the riv. or radiohead when the bends came out. or at the drive-in any of the millions of times i had tickets but had to miss them for one reason or another and then they had to go and freaking break up. anyways. i'm trying to get R to battle again. just once. just for kicks. just to school those young kids and show them what's up. c'mon ...
but i'll quit bugging him about it, because really, i just want to say thanks. he said the simplest thing to me today about my recent motivational/disciplinary/creative slump and for some reason it just made me feel so much better: "it's a scary feeling but i've always ended up coming out of it. all us creative beings go through that. it's natural!"
yay for comrades in arms! and yay for hip hop and poetry. i mean ... it's all the same thing in the end, isn't it?
nien. last night, i met G at the apollo theater. we expect a healthy dose of hiphop, rock, some harlem gospel choir and maybe a little dennis hopper. and animation, of course, we are looking for animation.
but our view? plenty impeded.
still, after some minor disgruntledness upon realizing that we could only see the stage, and not the screen — and the fact that the stupidest stupid stupid stupid girl in the world with the stupidest tattoo and the stupidest voice and the stupidest wannabe hiphop hand gestures was sitting in front of us — damon albarn kicked our butts into not caring so much. maybe it's just that G and i are exceptional at making the best of what we got. or maybe the music was just that good. possibly it was neneh cherry that did it? maybe de la soul? maybe dennis hopper? maybe the adorable little kids that tore up the stage?
or maybe ... just MAYBE ... it was ike turner playing piano in a sparkly white jumpsuit.
maybe.
perhaps the only unfortunate thing about the gorillaz last night was that i missed R spinning at symphony space. he's a sick kid right now, but he hauled ass from queens to play an event hosted by dj spooky that explored dj culture and compositional technique. if you're interested in more of R, check out this ooooooold school video of him.
he sent that to me today and it made me mad that i missed out on that part of his life. kind of like how i'm bummed that i never got to see the beasties in the 80s. or the pumpkins at the riv. or radiohead when the bends came out. or at the drive-in any of the millions of times i had tickets but had to miss them for one reason or another and then they had to go and freaking break up. anyways. i'm trying to get R to battle again. just once. just for kicks. just to school those young kids and show them what's up. c'mon ...
but i'll quit bugging him about it, because really, i just want to say thanks. he said the simplest thing to me today about my recent motivational/disciplinary/creative slump and for some reason it just made me feel so much better: "it's a scary feeling but i've always ended up coming out of it. all us creative beings go through that. it's natural!"
yay for comrades in arms! and yay for hip hop and poetry. i mean ... it's all the same thing in the end, isn't it?
posted by Amy S. Choi at 12:43 PM
2 Comments:
i saw the smashing pumpkins 3 times over about 5 years...and they sucked worse and worse and worse each fucking time. it was like listening to a bunch of guitarists with no fingers. the first time i saw them (in Chicago, mind you...their hometown) they were literally boo-ed off stage mid-set. fuck them.
seriously?? i saw the pumpkins in their second-to-last show, at the united center senior year of school. they kicked.my.ass. i think i might have cried during "tonight, tonight."
yeah shut up. i know. i'm a sucker.
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