Extended-stay hotels always carry a creepy feeling: like transitory cages for the middle-aged with the stale stink of lonely drinking, deviant pornography, or unrealized delusions of grandeur hanging in the air. Probably creepier too are the images of business people Prozac-ed out, psyched about their meeting the next day that greet you on cardboard placards. Eeriness abounds: there's weird open spaces, stained furniture, way too many towels.
Pictures were taken in a highway hotel near you. The food was bad, the beer came in 22's. I had Mylo's "Drop the Pressure", Simian Mobile Disco's "Hustler" and the NCAA tournament keep me company.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Catch Up
Maybe I'm just feeling this because of the upcoming reunion, but Travis Morrison's new track is totally dope, yo. Check it here. After his first solo record (yeah, I admit it, not very good), this is super promising. Brings back the fun spazziness of the Plan 4 sure.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Yessssss
I have Dismemberment Plan tickets to their 4/27 show. Shit yes!
To those of you who don't know what this means: this means awesome. This means a shit-eating grin across my face for the next month and a half or so. This means that I have one more chance to get super sweaty to the jams that soundtracked most of my senior year of high school and college years. This means my leg starts to shake when I think about it.
To those of you who don't know what this means: this means awesome. This means a shit-eating grin across my face for the next month and a half or so. This means that I have one more chance to get super sweaty to the jams that soundtracked most of my senior year of high school and college years. This means my leg starts to shake when I think about it.
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