A Night in the City

With an eerie predicament I've arrived in the same situation again.  Beer in hand as I write this, I ponder what it is like in the freezing cold outside.  Granted I'm here, driving home some cover letters like the supernova I want myself to be.  Why not spice up things with whiskey.  The bottle of whiskey that has been festering on-top of my fridge waiting for: "I'm going to enjoy myself while flipping off the world with my centre finger." Ba-ha, as I stir some into my glass.

But I feel this type of stuff is therapeutic.  It puts what you want to do in a perspective that otherwise gets cloudy when you live in such a polluted city.  I am not saying NYC is dirty, but the amount of distractions can fill your mind until it overflows.  You know? That occasional feeling you get at the bar when you want the tap to fill a bottomless chalice so you can consume yourself into a wormhole of feelings and be spit out at a different time.

I come to this realization every now and then.  It is mostly when I look out the window and the view isn't my neighbors garage.  I live in such a potential booming environment, why haven't I succeeded in life yet?  I've made it! I've made it into debt?

It's easy to think things will fall into place when you change your environment.  Sometimes you get lucky, but you really got to kick your own ass to move anywhere.  So here I am, coaxing my fingers to do what I do: to write some unwitting nonsense about my perspective of growing up at this very moment.  I'm sure that all the potential of this advice will be naught once I wake up tomorrow. "Ya   Dumb-ass", but said in the way from Red from That 70's Show.

Ehh

You know, I was working coat check at this music joint not too long ago, it was a private corporate party.  It was as close as being at an office without actually working at said office.  Needless to say, I was entertained by the cast of characters participating.  Some young, around my age, others were more established in their years.  One woman had a particular fascinating background:

She asked me what I was reading.

"Murakami, Dance Dance Dance"

She pulled out a book looking for her coat ticket, and I asked her about it, naturally.

"Oh, this is just a book from my dead husband, it's probably not as good as yours"

Say what? She went into detail and asked me what I do.  I say I write but haven't written for a long time.  She told me, write, blog, that's how you will get somewhere.  "Remember the woman with the dead husband who told you to write",  Then she left bidding me good luck.


Right. Well this is for you random-lady-with-dead-husband-I-met-at-coatcheck.  As I sip my beer listening to New Order; I feel like I'm writing this post with a synthesizer.

tequila dreams and frosted flakes

Yasumi (vacation) has been treating me with nothing but free time.
which is cool if you have money or a job.
i have neither.


Here is my weekly schedule so far:

Monday:
Wake up at 4pm
Eat some Gyudon (beef and rice)
take my vitamins...i just started again for fear of losing my hair due to my horrible diet. ha
smoke a cigarette.
watch very strange Japanese movies
smoke.

Tuesday:
Still watching more movies
go to sleep at 10 am.
wake up at 5pm.
go grocery shopping
eat frosted flakes
take my vitamins (there is like 6 i take...why?  BECAUSE THEY COME IN LITTLE PACKS)
smoke.
cook dinner --which was friggen awesome...should have taken a picture
smoke.
watch more movies.
look for a job.
smoke.
type this blog while eating more cereal.


My life currently is like a pothead without the weed.

But fantastically, last week was so much better.

i did all sorts of things,
like ingest many free tequila shots purchased by a good friend.
woo!
and then dance on stage (not that kind of stage)
while he was performing
his songs.

The night spawned a dancing circle in the audience
As we sent random Japanese people as tribute for our sacrificial ceremony and forced them to dance for everyone's entertainment.
some were shy, and danced like they lost movement in their elbows and knees.
yet others...others could actually dance.
One of them reminded me of an electric toothbrush.  for some odd reason.
I think i was drunk.

Afterwards i got on the wrong train to no man's land; wiping the window fog to see the beautifully displayed tunnels of unfamiliarity i was going through.  Luckily, it stopped
(after a mild panic revealing subtle sweat marks under my arms)
--one station past my own....but took about 30 min extra to get there...

I tried to sleep, but failed.  and this is why i have been waking up at about 4pm everyday afterward.
I've become a night owl, trying to preoccupy my curious mind with simple objects.
like my wall.
my bed.
and my frosted flakes.

If you want to talk to me in the real world.  Im generally always up so feel free to talk to me anytime!
unless you want to collect my eyelids or some weird shit like that.

-jaa ne

prostitutes and more prostitutes

ooooh fuck, ooooh fuck here it goes.

another weekly updatesglsajglsagjsgsa
that just gurgles down the drain in such a slow...painful manner.
like last nights vomit.
that was too  chunky because you decided to eat 3 big mac's before the mixing of
beer and spirits
 inducing a chemically goo.

Well anyway, here i am, about an hour where i used to live, in my new living enclosure.
sure, i'm poor as fuck.  And cabbage and eggs are what keep me going.

Their is an occasional spice of tobacco sprinkled over my "i can't do goddamn anything because i cannot afford the train fair."

None the less, here is what i have to tell you.

massgi, known as a "massage" in japanese.  Is not what you think.  Now if you read one of my previous blog posts you would know that this is indeed --The sales pitch of a prostitute....  I haven't personally run into any prostitutes...only my good friend has.  Yet, my laughter at his predicament fueled my karma-o-meter which means i was in for a treat...

Spinning backward a few days ago, it was a Wednesday and one of the last days i could hang out with all my friends before they went back to the states.  So it started off with

-hey, lets all go drink by the riverside.

then went to

-hey, let's go to karaoke with a bottle of whiskey

then off to...

-my friend can get us to this club for cheap, let's goo!


now me being drunk and missing my beloved friends, of course i wanted to fucking do all 3.
so i did all 3...and this is how it progressed from the latter:

Arrived at train station, was greeted with fried chicken and an eggroll. NICE!

rode the train halfway because they stopped running...had to walk the rest of the way..not so nice.
got a taxi cab ride the last 3 blocks....woo? (i didn't pay for that)

go in the club...found out my drink tickets were mostly just shot tickets after repeatedly trying to
get the same drink mixed using my shot ticket...

and to sum up all the action that goes on in this club.
drink...drink...drink...dance...dance...dance...dance

and pretty much danced my fucking toenails off.  Even when i was approached by people, conversation didn't happen.  And if it did.  It consisted of me asking for a light and another cigarette.

So partway through the night, half my friends got kicked out of  the club...do i know why?  nope.  because i was too busy bruising my body with eccentric dance maneuvers.

apparently girls were able to drink for free, so i asked one of my friends to get me a drink...it was immediatly snatched from my hands the second i tried to switch dance floors.  but i wasn't kicked out...must have seen me dancing. buhahwhawhawhawhawha. yea. no.

so after spending a few hours dancing and giving "pickup" advice the club closed.

but...wait...where are our fucking jackets?
Yes, they are in a locker somewhere.  But we have no idea which one or who has the key.

Then friendly bouncer guy decided to be all anal and kick us out with some kind english words.
"Get out. Leave. Now" -repeat, -repeat.

After being like uuuh, what the hell...i followed the group to our next destination.  However, we lost all the members of our group besides 1 other man.

Dazed and confused we walked  in one direction together until we were instantaneously grabbed by the wrists and dragged into an elevator.  We looked at each other like "what the hell is going on???"

These mysterious women kept saying "it's ok, it's ok."

but surely it wasn't as we were taken to a dimly lit room with two beds, divided by a blanket hanging in the middle.  They proceeded to take off our shirts in a lightning quick pace.  Holy shit. They just kept saying it was "ok" and mentioned a price inbetween their words of comfort.  At that moment the hysteria of the situation subsided and my movie reel imagination snapped back into the real world.

"let's get the fuck out of here", i yelled to my friend.

I apologized and gathered my clothes back on my body and made my way towards the exit with my buddy.  Both of us still in disbelief.

The morning continued with us going into yet another club..."no cover charge no cover charge" as they hustled us in.

i was tired as fuck. but who cares, i'll just dance.
what, this club wont give me water? i'll drink from the faucet.
What, some foreign girl approached me about a drink? fuck yes!
wait...she wanted me to buy her a drink?  hell...fucking...no...

so yes, i danced, and this one girl liked it so much...when i took a break from dancing (because it was god knows what time) she started hitting me insisting i dance.

i was scared and too tired to have a care in the world.  My two friends at this club wanted to leave, but i held back for a second...and then they were gone --leaving me with this girl who kind of intimidates me because her use of physical force to make a compliment.

so i leave trying to catch up with them...
but i lost them with the sunlight shining bright in my eyes and the alcohol saying "haha. you're going to be hung over like shit!"

So with my body beaten like a rag doll from dancing and that intimidating girl, i strolled along the urban sprawl to find my way back home.

BUT WAIT

i was grabbed by yet another prostitue and pulled towards the end of the street.
but thankfully my "nononoono train station, TRAIN STATION, i'm sorry" got through to her.
And she kindly gave me directions to the nearest train station.

Thank you prostitute, for giving me directions to go home and face a 2 day hangover, being the worst one i've had in my life.  You will not all just abduct me against me will.

(that fried chicken from earlier stayed at the club in my coat pocket for about 5 days by the way)

おやすみ
oyasumi

A little flicker of home

I just woke up, and in my hometown, that would be normal.  Except it is the equivalent of 8:00 pm here.  This is because in honor of my 21st birthday celebration  a concert was the plan to perpetuate the drunken harmonics of sound.

Firstly, we saw a few bands from Okinawa.  My first impression was, holy shit they remind me so much of home.  The music scene ranged from similarities with So Cal' punk, to New Jersey Ska styled licks.  It was a pretty homely feeling, especially when seeing a bunch of people skanking in the middle of Shibuya Japan, it brings back memories of New Jersey.  The venue, branded "Milky Way"  was very laid back and people would jump all over the stage dancing (one song had a hilarious choreographed dance that the crowd all knew) and they even managed to crowd surf despite the size of the venue (which is small).  There were times where multiple people would sandwich each other and they'd be carried into the crowd like some mangled mutant being.  My friend was able to converse around but i just smoked cigarettes to pass my awkward language alienation.  Though, i thought it was funny when i tried to reach in between to guys to get to the ash tray and they other one jumped 30 feet away because it scared him.

Initially our plans to meet up with many people after this concert to go somewhere till the trains started back up again around 5 am.  Yet,  everyone backed out, or just didn't respond.  HELL WITH YOU GUYS, you are now the enemy.

we had great fucking night anyway, and decided to go off to another concert where our friends were playing at.  Yea, we concert hopped all the way to Shinkjuku to see our good ole' friends Hate no Hate and a little liquor.  One of the drummers bought us curry and the guitarist tried to give us a discount, ahh, they are so good to us!!  We love them!

 This being an all night concert it was very laxed, very chill with an awesome awesome range of music.  I was surprised how good all the bands were and the crowd was just as crazy as the last one.  The band that was playing when we walked in sang a lot of English lyrics, it was very nostalgic for me and they were a pretty fucking good band in my opinion too.

I was approached by a foreigner, he asked me in japanese, if i well...spoke japanese, and his accent was obviously not Japanese.  So i just responded in English and we chatted for a while. He was very drunk, and from Australia, takes pictures of one band that was playing tonight.  He tried to get with 2 Japanese girls, and for a while he had one under each arm and was dancing obstructively in front of us.   Then he ditched one of them and tried to make a move to the other but was flat out rejected many a time, ha ha.  The ditched girl was very lost and confused looking.  After rejection he passed out leaning on the wall.  His expression read like his brain stopped functioning and he had 1 little brain cell chugging along all the neuron tubes. Eventually that brain cell got tired and he fell to the ground, i was surprised he managed to stay standing for that long.  The other girl that he ditched came to his rescue with some tea, and he immediately passed out on her shoulder.  After regaining the ability to walk, he tried to take her outside.  He failed as you may have thought.

My one question is,  why was this one fellow in biker shorts  walking around hitting things with drum sticks all night?

the booze dance

Saturday was a zombie day.
and for two very good reasons.

free and alcohol.

It was snowing in Shibuya the other night.  I immediately regretted my decision of not bringing an umbrella after one was handed to me before i left and i was like "PFFFF i'll be fine" .

fuck my hands were cold, particularly because my blood decides to ignore my extremities until they turn purple and dead.  Thanks blood, you asshole.

I was suppose to meet the drummer i hung out with last weekend in Shibuya round 10 and figure out what to do.  I coaxed someone else to come along so i wouldn't have to stand and wait around in the middle of shibuya while my phone kept yelling you're out of minutes and need a new card.

Eventually we all met in an Irish pub and im introduced to all the drummer's friends.

then the booze dance started.

pints pints pints, appetizers and pints, appetizers and pints.
(repeat)

and guess what?  i was being treated these things.  Nice beer?  free nice beer?
or freeb for short.

2 girls were there, they decided the snow was so beautiful that they wanted to stand out on the balcony so they can get covered in freezing wet snow.   After they came back they were shivering and told us they weren't drunk, they were just so entranced by the heavy flakes of snow.  (it really hasn't snowed much in tokyo this year.)

It was also one of their birthdays, so we sung happy birthday in spanish (yes spanish...) while the pints of beer started to fuel my intoxication.

...and after a while the two girls started conversing with some ibm salary men.
only thing i could contribute was my ibm computer from the early 90's that could play frogger and pacman....and pretty much just that.


 Now i'll go into detail about the rest of my night some other day because today, i am once again a zombie. surprise!!!

Because i went to karoke, and it was all you can drink for an hour -an alcoholic's buffet table...and the person ordering our drinks either didn't know how to count...or really really wanted to get his money's worth...and well...

if that helps explain things a little better...

so i will now resume hibernation.
-Till next time.

Bonnaroo 2011

Now, only some of you may know what this thing is.
Oh the Bonnaroo, a strange creature of sorts that likes to engulf you
with loud thumping drums, and soothing vocals.
It tempts you with food that is so delicious, that before you know it
you just spent 15$ on a burrito because it had alligator in it.
And mind you the people there were all so nice.  No assholes allowed must have been a rule.

But when the sun turned off, and the night begain to thrive was my favorite.
colored top hats with gadgets and gears, streaks of flourescent beams littered throughout the crowd,
staves with animal creatures holding swords and other things
my my the image was so perfect, so brilliant, so exciting.
one did not need any drugs to attain the feeling everyone else was giving.

So my advice is, if you haven't been to a music festival before.
and dont mind the occasional porta-potty with poop smeared on the walls, and splatter marks from a used tampon ...or the lack of a normal shower, and giant ass spiders that seek refuge under your sleeping bag at night.

then please. I urge you to go to one.  It is surreal.  and worth it.

a video pick, to enlarge your inner sexual desires.

Every now and then, i come across a video that makes me
squirt liquids out my ass,
and that is when i buy new pants.
heery cheery
HERE YOU GO!



***disclaimer, please don't watch more than 30 sec. or your brain cells will decide to runaway and make a farm that grows perverted sex plants, cause you're a sick bastard***

100th post part deux?

why didn't i do this before! lyrics on the 100th post :)

100th post surprise!

it's my 100 post, so here's a little somethin somethin'

***

I see you slidin' round
with, your high heels on
drop your waist
to the bass down low.
don't stop,
and mess my flow.

so bring it back
throw me on the wall
roll that nice ass to the ground
pop, stop, don't look back
just let our bodies do the talkin'
let our sides keep on rockin'

you pushy? that's nice.
come ova here and get a slice
you shy? that's fine.
come say hi, it's no crime
can't dance? alrite.
just follow me, and then you'll see
how music seduces you and me
____

tonight i'll pop your bottle,
make the champagne fizz
so remove that dress
and we'll make a mess
-touch your breast
i'm already obsessed
but listen to me here
i don't aim to please,
im here to blow your mind,
ready for me?

Time for a quicky?

I always love the opportunity when i can incorporate musical nonsense into my posts.


next post is number 100!
I'll think of something interesting...

Relationships with someone else.

fuck,
those drums,
that keep misplacing all my thoughts.
it's honestly a distraction,
when the flare of the snare
and the kick of the bass start to push my neurons aside
to make room for the sensory overflow,
the electronic cataclysm
that bounces around my head when music arrives,
like a bride to a wedding,
big and majestic, takes priority over my body,
ties the controls to my muscles to play with the arms and legs
like a puppet master.
damn music, stop being so good.

my drug.

Dubstep.

I'll be starting my own dance class soon.

SOOOO

-bring your pets with you!
-it's good for your heart!
-be sure to wear safety pads if you're a novice
-and lastly, let dubstep's snips and sparks of sound rattle your connective tissue till it peels off the bone.

Music hits me like an angry frat boy sometimes

I think i'm feeling it now, OH YEA
more moremoremoremoreee, right THERE
all around THERE
touch it please but don't be rough,
the play button can only take so much.
cause it's sensitive and if you do.
it will become raw and never talk to you.
and we don't want that. do we?
:D

Across The Universe. by Joe Baker the music man

Listen to my cover of Across the Universe by the Beatles! I've been meaning to cover this song for a long long time! It's just a quick demo at the moment, because i've been so busy, but enjoy!

Here's my Sound Cloud!
I have 2 other songs that i made in a land before time...it's preeettty coool. aha

Poetic exercise (vlog)

beware, of highlighter pink underwear
FOR MEN.
they eat your semen..

Everything after "giggly little worm" is improv! :D

bleeebedity dooo i have found a video for you!

yea, idk what that was either.  It's what i do when my creative writing brain needs a break.  TooodaLLOOOO.
-another lazy postttt by me. NJOY. :D
(audio is kinda crap, but like i said. LAZYY )