30.1.01
chico for the third weekend in a row.
this time joe came up from the sc-town and we kicked it deep. in addition, about 8 other peeps came up for chico party time. friday night was marked by some rug cutting at mr.lucky's, which has become a regular stop for my weekend lifestyle in chico. we cut up their floor so hard, we are getting a bill for damaging thier shit. rachael sprained her ankle, and i aggravated the ankle i twisted sno-boarding a few weeks back.
saturday night, lars frederiksen and the bastards played their first show ever. lars, you should know by now, is the lead singer of rancid, and the bastards were the key. they play some fucking punk, oi/'77 style, but it's mos def its own kind of thing. lars is kind of a punk rock bruce springsteen; most the song topics related back to growing up in campbell, ca. the lyrics were really good, the songs well written and set was going off. one song featured these chorii;
just because you're better than me/doesn't mean i am lazy
just because i'm dressed like this/doesn't make me a communist
just because you're going forward/doesn't mean i am going back
joe defeated me by telling me to look at the sticker under the lars' pick hand. crappy sparkly silver media stereotype alien head. i got him back by pointing out the lars' flagrant SP, with his modification to the marshal logo to read "lars" on his gear.
the nerve agents went on next and delivered their usual brand of barely contained chaos, reminding me that i love seeing them live way more than listening to thier albums. the show was wrapped up by about 8:45, which left a whole night ahead of us. joe and i did a pretty extensive amount of shooting around downtown, as well as some posting up at the towne lounge.
the next day, everybody went their own ways...luckily i saw enough of the super bowl to see one matrix-style instant replay, and the new budweiser alien waazzzzaaa commercial, so i can now die a happy man.
posted by pete g 11:14
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24.1.01
this begins a series of old emails i wrote that i really should have posted on here. eventually i should be able to back-date them, and post them properly.
posted by pete g 13:12
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30/7/2000
went out for a night on the "town" last night. soren was in town, so everybody was in a pretty festive mood. started the night at the new brewery. that was fine. went to the forest. hung out with props.
heard this exchange on state street between garrett (smoking a jay) and an indian chick. it is for real:
indian "i am sober these days. i don't do that shit."
props "oh yeah? how long?"
indian "i've been off crank for two days."
props "i've been up for two days"
props "do you want a hit?"
indian "i only smoke weed laced with crank....speed weed."
then i went to the bathroom...as i worked my way across the bar, i heard scarb yell out "hey! hot chicks! let's get drunk and naked!" i enter the bathroom, and observe two mexicans snorting crank off the toilet.
later, a welcome relief to my intensly shitty night, i ran into k-rock alto, monica and julie. we went back to julie's house with these mexicans we work with. they are pretty fresh. they showed me their ticket stubs from nofx/ramones at the hard rock cafe in culican and we may take them to see aging orange/teen idols/loose change show at the 'drie in sf .
[as an aside: kristian and i took jaycon to see the show, which ended up being the last show at the crocodrie ever. r.i.p. we saw exactly two songs of loose change's set, but jaycon was pretty baffled by the city]
it was pretty interesting talking to those guys. although by american standards their taste in punk is pretty fucking generic, those guys are pretty out there for mexicans. all them have their own bands back an mexico, and claim to play in front of 300+ crowds regularly.
posted by pete g 13:11
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08/08/2000
today, smith and i went to baskin-robbins to get sorbets. there were these trad 11 year old skate kids doing tricks out front. as we passed them smith told one of them, "you have to be able to ollie before you can do a heel flip." the kid was like "i know how to ollie!" and demonstrated how high he could ollie. the other kid told smith "you do it then." smith attempted to do a heel flip, but couldn't pull it off, even after 5 attempts. as we walked away one of the kids called smith a "faggot." we just laughed at the tradness of it as we hopped in the tradillac and drove off.
posted by pete g 13:11
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18/10/2000
so, you know, i am posting up at carla's yesterday, kicking it with her, when a frantic cody barges in. he's covered in dirt, like he just got off work and has a 1000 yard stare in his eyes.
"you guys seen eli? where is he?"
"the other day he called my girlfriend a bitch, then he went to the cops and told them 'cody is going to kill me'. this was before i even knew about what he said to kim. then that little piece of shit went to kim's work and told her manager she was harrassing him and asked what he was going to do about it, trying to get her fired. where's brandon?"
to which he aburptly left. also, grimm, his best dog, died the other day. he was on a chain, and tried to jump over a fence, hanging himself.
about a half hour later eli showed up at freedom. brandon challenged him and told him to get the fuck out of the store, that he is only going to cause problems by being in there. i told eli he should get the fuck out of town, because it's not like cody is going to just bump into him on the streets, and maybe talk things out. he's across the street of your house at three a.m. with a a skinhead army. he is under your bedroom window. he has his black nike gloves on.
on sunday night, smith and garrett were walking down school street. they saw eli's truck and heard a scuffle in the bushes. thinking it was eli and his girl brandy messing around, smith yelled something like, "hey you two, settle down." the response was an emphatic "eli, get the fuck off me." smith went over and grabbed eli by shirt collar and put him in a headlock. brandy dropped a fucking dog to eli's face.
this is an understatement. i am glad i am not eli.
posted by pete g 13:10
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23/10/200
god. this weekend was pretty fucking intense. partied at cougar's both nights.
jevon was in town on friday night. watched nod get his ass kicked three times by jevon and scarb. heard pathetic "scarb, stop hitting me, come on, stop hitting me" come from nod. saw jevon drag brandon across the street, scraping up his back and the side of his face. nod destroyed the tree in front of cougar's house. shoddy unloaded gun play, talk of playing russian roullete with jevon's .44 mag revolver.
nod got in some sort of fight at the forest with some guy that claimed nod stole his ounce of weed from leverage's house. the guy said “not on state street,” so nod threw him into state street.
saturday night trevor hosted a libra party that was suppossed to be at brahma bull but got moved there. uk freaks (as in wierdos, not as in what i pop off with at the sunset) in the house, sober smith and pete, high on 3 red bulls each. wierd. sorry my sentences lack description, prefer not to relive any of it.
posted by pete g 13:10
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02/11/200
chico was pretty washed up for halloween this year.
also, every time i go there i feel like i am running a script. i hang out with the same people at the same houses, got to the same bars, have the same conversations, go home with the same girl, make the same walk of shame in the morning, get the same breakfast at the same restruant with the same lousy service and same good food. i am not so interested in going to chico anymore. are any of you up for a trip to chico on the 18th to loose change and union of the dead?
nod asked "carla, did you get hella jealous when you found out your boyfriend pete spent the night with another girl?" carla blushed and told him to shut up.
the best part of the trip was the words that came out of laura's mouth. laura is the 16 yr old sister of laura and belinda's roommate emily.
to carla, about the cd that was just put on her car stereo: "a gangster that listens to afi?"
to carla about her car: "i've never been in a gangster car before."
when carla and marcy (carla's mexican homie) explained that they are are not gangsters: "oh, i thought you were gangsters because you hang out with mexicans."
on the subject of oral sex: "that is so gross. i would never do that with a guy. i wouldn't even do that to mark wahlberg. he's pretty fine. i'd make out with him."
on penises: "they are so gross. gross looking, gross feeling, they don't feel good, i hate penises."
on san diego, where carla, and marcy are thinking about moving: "san diego is cool. it has everything. there's the beach, music, movies...there's even a ghetto for you guys."
unsolicited, after a long stretch of silence, on her lifestyle: "i guess i am what you would call a 'preppie.' being a preppie is cool. you wear nice clothes, get good grades. maybe you drink a little bit, but you don't really have a problem. some preppies are closet alcoholics, but preppies don't get all crazy."
unsolicited, on her music: "i really like limp bizkit."
as we roll into chico: "can we drive by all the frat houses? i bet there's some cute boys there."
posted by pete g 13:09
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21/11/2000
an email i sent to my friends:
just seeing what you all are up to for thanksgiving. my mom said i could prolly invite a few friends over for dinner, perhaps joe or phil might be interested in this? are any of you coming up?
after we do our family things, and after fritch gets back from his grandparents, we should all party at the black hole. we should smoke a lot of "stotches" and get wasted on beer with spanky. nodnarb will supply the whiskey. every few minutes, creeper will stick his head out of the bedroom door and call in the next person to do a line.
we can drop by the forest club, and hang out with all the college swords in town for the holidays. tank-ass will sing in drill sargeant voice, i will spit that ill game to ill sword chicks, and "mr. prison ink" can almost get into fights with washed up jocks. then we can pass out at the black hole and sleep in blue cigarrette smoke all night long. when we wake up in the morning, our lungs will be splitting, our gullets tripping, and our heads aching. then we will walk all the way across town, a walk of shame if you will, to our cars. let's make this a thanksgiving to remember.
posted by pete g 13:08
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13/12/2000
fritch and smith showed up to ukiah, so i kicked it with them. kinda silly. smith had his leather binder thing with a strap that i call the "action purse" while the afi's call it the "doormat". he carries it around with him all the time in case he gets a call on his celly and has to handle business.
we go to walmart, and schatts and smith is getting all these calls and handling all this business on the street and in the walmart cosmetics section, because we are all looking for black eye makeup (which there was none).
and fritch just joined the cell phone posse. all black posse, all dudes, cell phones, action purse/doormat, comsmetic section of ukiah walmart. yeah, we weren't conspicuous or anything.
oh yeah, and smith's mom and little brother happened to be at walmart. his brother came running up with this toy called (no lie) "exploding head psycho"
later we went and saw "vertical limit' which i am backing. the best part of the movies was seeing the preview for the new sean connery movie, in which he says "who's the man now, dog"
to sum:
--action purse
--fritch has a cell phone, and his comedy is to claim the number is "g0t axe w0gy"
--exploding head psycho
--"who's the man now, dog?"
posted by pete g 13:08
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22.1.01
ended up in chico last weekend.
jesse and jon from flipwreck started a new band, belladonna, which debuted at mr. lucky's on saturday night. belladonna was cool; an amalgam of techno with live instruments. the synthesis claimed belladonna was a "lo-fi nine inch nails." i wish. it was the kind of thing you could dance to, and it wasn't particularly spooky. i helluv backed flipwreck, and it's good to see jon and jesse continue on.
abe, the former guitar player/singer of flipwreck was also there. it was good to see him. after a stint with HPA in the south bay, he's moving back to chico, and is planning on doing some solo work, along the lines of elliot smith. abe has some gosh darn talent, so i am looking forward to hearing what he comes up with.
before belladonna's set there was a drag-queen contest. the key was the posse, about 10 deep, of gay hicks that showed up in full hick regalia, including moustaches, goatees, wranglers, hankerchiefs around necks, and shirts. the gay cowboys were slipping their fingers into the back pockets of each others tight gay cowboy wranglers, and rubbing each others gay cowboy backs. the contest concluded with a lip sync by all the queens to shania twain's "man, i feel like a woman." never in my life have i wished more that i brought a camera or tankass. i think he would never sport wranglers again if he saw that shit.
posted by pete g 09:04
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