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Hey Peeps,

Well it's been a while since I've posted anything here (or on Eureka for that matter), but my life for the most part been pretty busy. As one would expect around the new year, there is talk of the year past, and dreams of what is yet to come in the following 365. The one thing I've noticed talking amongst most of my friends, is that almost to a person everyone has said they could have done without 2009; save for one person, me.

All in all, I have no real complaints about 2009, it was a great year for me. I accomplished three major goals last year, I completed my associates degree, I finished my tattoo, and I received my private pilot's license. I realize that the tattoo doesn't really sound like a major accomplishment, but considering I've had the outline on me for six years, it is one more thing knocked off my list. The other two seem big enough, but are made even grander considering my 2008.

If 2009 was me getting my life on some semblance of a track, 2008 was my life hitting the hard rock bottom. In early March of 2008 I was arrested for a DUI, which brought to an end an era in my life was little more than wandering aimlessly. I admittedly overstayed my welcome in the land of sex, drugs, & rock'n'roll (minus the sex part), but I was finally forced to my senses and left the party of the lost. The rest of the year was spent fulfilling the terms of my sentence and coming to terms with the time that I had lost; which I will never get back.

I have made some major strides forward in 2009, but I'm certainly not done moving forward. I finished the first step in my aviation training, I still have three more to go.

No reflection on the past year would be compete without listing some goals and resolutions for the new year. My goals for 2010 are as follows: 1. complete my aviation training (which consists of obtaining my instrument rating, my commercial license, and my multi-engine rating) and obtain employment as a pilot by my 30th birthday and 2. get my weight back under 200 lbs. (now I realize that losing weight is a common resolution, but resolutions are very rarely realized) I before I get to my single new years resolution I must point out this fact, the average american only reads five books a year. That fact was my resolution for 2009, and I met it (and when I say books, I exclude text books and comic books, otherwise I would be well over the mark). So my resolution for 2010 is to double that, here's hoping I make it. 

 Please, if you are so inclined let me know how your 2009 was. And if you have any goals or resolutions share those too.

Happy New Year!

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

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    I believe I'm truly a man alone. It seems rather fitting in the literal, as well as the metaphorical. I am the only writer  in a room full of readers, but sadly I'm the only one that seems to be aware of that fact. But that's alright. I've always dreamed while others have slept, and I shall continue to dream alone. I was reminded of a protean feeling today; a primordial emotion. Like all things that we experience, once it is gone we can do nothing but pine for it's return. Even though it never can; the warmth of that fire is gone and no new fire could ever warm like that one again.

    We all search for the first torch that Prometheus brought unto man, we all want to remember the fire of the gods. All that is left though are the fires of man; so we choke. My dream is a fools dream, and I have no doubt I will come to a fool's end. Perhaps though, my folly will be one suffered not just by myself. Only a devilish person could wish such a thing. But devilish I be, though I wish I wasn't.

I dreamt of her that was the other night. The her I wanted, the her I loved, the her that rejected me, the her that is no more. She has changed now and so have I, our stars have drifted far apart from one another. And all that's left between us is cool darkness. So in vain, I still search for the first torch. To remember the pure warmth and to have someone to share my folly.

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

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I don't know if you could technically call this a poem, but my muse called and I listened. I hope you enjoy my sentimental and whimsical musings.

 

Forbidden Fruit.

 Do you know what a forbidden fruit smells like? I do. It has the faint yet sweet smell of cigarettes, caramel, and coffee. It is  a smell of lust, longing, love, and nothing. All wrapped up in a humid summer's morning. 

Do you know what a forbidden fruit looks like? I do. As pale as porcelain; and as bright and as cool as the moon on a clear autumn's night. Only the slightest imperfections can be seen by a fiery gaze.

 Do you know what a forbidden fruit sounds like? I do. It speaks of lost bliss. Like leaves swept away in a spring breeze, never to be seen again. A tempered innocence that reminds us of what was.

 Do you know what a a forbidden fruit feels like? I do. It feels like silk and velvet. It falls from it's tree with the elegance of winter's first snow flake. And in it's grassy bed I smelled it. I saw it. I heard it. I touched it.

What does a forbidden fruits taste like? That I will never know.

 

 

I hoped you liked it, take it easy. 

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Hey Peeps,

     I know that it has been a long, long time since my last post, and it's been a long time since I've been on Kisscafe. I'll get to that in just a minute, but first I want to thank those of you who were around back then who have welcomed me back. Thank you, and thanks for keeping this little corner of the internet warm and cozy for me while I was gone.

    First regarding my absence, 2008 was by far one of the worst and best years of my life. It presented me with personal struggles I thought I would never have to face. But in light of those hardships, the wisdom I have gained has finally gotten my life back on track. The detour I took was long and winding and I almost didn't make it back, but here I am all the better for it. Each day presents a myriad of new challenges but I'm working toward something, and once I've hit my stride no force real or imagined will stop me. My personal demons aside, there was one other twisted piece of logic that kept me away for so long.

     At the time I chose to take my absence from Kisscafe, I was a member of several other internet dating sites. I never had much luck with any of them for their intended purpose; even this one (although I was able to make some great new friends north of the border). In fact the luck I did have was of the bad variety, and the dates that begotten of that luck were of the spectacularly bad variety.  Most of us are here, at least in part because loneliness has crept into our lives; like some cold empty space weighing us down. More than one of my blogs had dealt with that particular issue and how I had come to deal with it. But we are at our most fundamental levels social creatures, which need contact from time to time. In my search for contact, I allowed myself to fall for an old wives tale "Love finds you when you aren't looking for it." 

     So I deleted most of my profiles, and went on living, doing what I needed to get done; and nothing has happened. I've come back to my favorite little corner of the internet, but I have no illusions. My social life and personality are not conducive to meeting someone, and won't be for quite some time. I don't expect to find anyone on Kisscafe that I could have more than a long distance friendship with, and that's just fine. I probably won't be posting with the frequency that I used to, but I will be here, keeping you abreast of what's going on. Thanks’ for listening now onto the long awaited musical goodies 8!  

First up is Motion City Soundtrack's Everything is all right.

 

 

Next up is a classic by Morrissey entitled Every Day is Like Sunday.

 

 

Lastly a couple of shout out's for some old and some new firends. Special earbleeding shouts go out to  Fahrfegnugem, and Rocket.Plus some you got my heart thumping shout outs to Sweet Lauralei and Butterfly, thanks for the kisses ladies  

 Take it East,

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

 

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Well here I am again. Now if you happen to be a return reader (or if you just happen to go back and look at some of my previous posts), you'll think "Oh God, time for this bastard to start blubbering on and on about how lonely he is. Whah whah...pity party boo-hoo." You know if I were coming back and reading my posts that is exactly what I'd be expecting too.

But here's the thing, this isn't one of those posts. I know! Go figure. Something happened a while back, I couldn't say when for sure; but like all epiphanies it seems to hit you all at once. Never noticing the gradual steps that got you there in the first place. What it was that hit me was the sudden realization that I was more or less happy being alone.

Now to some this wouldn't come as such a shock, I'm sure some are born with this knowledge and have gotten by just fine; wondering why the rest of us were causing such a fuss. But in my case this was no easy place to get to. For a primer here is a bit about your friendly neighbor hood NoNamedLoser.

I am a product of the 80's. I was born in 80, by 83 I was absorbing the pop-culture like a sponge. I was forged in the New Wave, cloaked in the punk aesthetic, and baptized by the High school Teen Romance film. Till this day I love keyboards and I hate myself for it. Seeing as the music, the fashion, and the cinema were fused; it warped my young and impressionable mind. Films like Just one of the Guys, Some Kind of Wonderful, and Once Bitten helped first foment my concepts of love and romance. It instilled the ideals of love conquering all, that good will always triumph over evil (despite having to go through some serious embarrassment), and that you are NOTHING if by the time credits roll you don't have someone by your side. They also probably had something to do with me being a perv too.

Needless to say with expectations that high, high school was a raging disappointment.

Being the socially awkward, sensitive, geek that I thought I should have been didn't get me too far in the ladies department. And as a result my self-esteem was buried someplace just below hell. I did manage to get dates, and I've had relationships (and stayed too long in a few of them).

The second to last ex is what really did the number on me. Now what happened is almost exclusively my fault, I let myself get the way I did. I was totally head over heels for that girl, I was more than that; I was fucking retarded for her. So when she dumped me, devastated doesn't begin to describe state I was in. I wallowed for what was an eternity, so when my last ex came along I fell into it quick. At that point I hadn't had sex for over a year and a half, and I had even forgotten what the touch of a woman felt like.

I stayed in that relationship for 3 years fearing that I would not be able to find (or deserve)anything better. If I could go back in time, I would slap myself silly with a fish for being such a moron. It's been a year since I broke up with her, a little longer since I've had sex; and for the first time I'm ok being alone.

In fact I'm happy! Sure it would be nice to have someone to be with, but it is no longer crucial to my sense of self-worth. Sure I get real horny sometimes (ok a lot of the time), but I'm better off being alone and frustrated; than trapped and only partially satisfied. My life is on track, I'm free, and I'm happy. If someone comes along it is just icing on the cake.

But this has also taught me a valuable lesson. This lesson is summed up in a question:

Would you rather that, when you meet your partner, he/she is complete and happy without you so you can be complete together, or would you rather they were incomplete so that you can come along and complete them?

A.Complete and happy.
B.I want to complete them.

I choose A! You can't expect someone else to fill the void of your inadequacies, if you cant do it for yourself.

Last but not least the elephant in the room. Thursday is Valentines day and am I glad I'm single. No gift to worry about, no money to drop on an over priced dinner, and no possible way to fuck with someone else's expectations. Well that last part isn't necessarily true. People expect me to play the sad bastard. Now I will be in a bar on Thursday night, but it won't be so I can cry in a beer. I have 2 tests that night in my classes, I will be going to the bar after class to celebrate my upcoming victory! Should anyone local read this and want to hoist a pint with me message me. The first rounds on me.

But to quote another single friend of mine "Valentines Day. FUCK THAT NOISE!"

 

So for the first of the musical goodies here is Motion City Soundtrack with Everything is Alright

 

 

 

And to show off some of my 80's cred, and how no matter how hard I try I just can't shake it. Here is Flesh for Lulu with I go Crazy off the soundtrack to Some Kind of Wonderful

 

 

Peace Out Peeps,

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

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Hey Peeps,

August 20th, 2007 was one of the most important days of my life. I didn't expect it to be, I didn't expect to have an epiphany, but I did. It started off like any other Monday. I got up, showered, shaved, etc. While I was at work, I got a call from my friend Bird inviting me to a small get together he was having for his birthday/apartment warming. I naturally accepted, though I thought there would be a little awkwardness, due to Bird's new girlfriend. I didn't have a problem with her so much as the situation she was putting Bird into. Because M had a 4 year old daughter. Now I'm going to violate a super secret guy rule here, when guys usually find out a woman is a single mother it kills any kind of relationship right off the bat. And if a guy starts falling for a girl like that, his bro's try to talk him out of it. Ok, before you start sending me hate mail, I KNOW IT'S FUCKED UP. But it's something all guys do, the stereotype view being that all the woman is really looking for is a father for her kid. Again, I know it's fucked up, but it's what happens.

I had that talk with Bird when he first told me he was hooking up with M. It didn't matter to him, and honestly he was the happiest I've ever seen him. So I dropped the subject never to be broached again. It wasn't my place to fuck with my boy's happiness. So I met him after work, went on a beer run, and discussed all the things that only 2 guys on the cusp of 27 could discuss. Hopes, dreams, failures, wishes, and fears; nothing was off the table. I met his new step-daughter and she melted my heart. But that wasn't the epiphany. That came when the gathering was in full swing. I don't know what it is but I have this cosmic knack to be that "only one" in any group. In this case I was the only non-smoker in the group. So while everyone went to inhale their cancer sticks on the balcony, I was asked to watch tv with the girl for obvious reasons.

We sat in front of the couch on the floor with Courage The Cowardly Dog and BAM!. She snuggled up next to me, and then climbed all over me, and goofed around. I can't say how long it's been with me, but I've always had a sense that I've been missing something in my life. For the longest time I attributed this to me not finding "The One", it wasn't that I hadn't found my "One". Tt was because I'd failed in getting to where I needed to be, so I could start a family of my own. It's been kicking my ass ever since. But I made a vow to myself, I will never disqualify a relationship from happening, just because a woman is a single mother. I hope all you single mothers out there can forgive me for being a bit of an asshole.

Ok, not my best blog but I'm having a bout of writers block. You have to admit it's better than nothing...anyway on to the tunes!

First up is Eef Barzelay with I Love The Unknown. It comes from the soundtrack to the movie Rocket Science. I would recommend it to anyone who is a fan of the teenage coming of age flick.

 

 

Next is a tune from The Weakerthans entitled The Reasons. It's a hilarious video and a great song, enjoy.

 

 

A special shout out goes to SunnyGirl, hope you can ride in safety once more and thanks for the concern.

Hope all is well,

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

 

 

 

 

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Hey Peeps,

My apologies for my absence. Lately my procrastination has gotten the better of me and I've been neglecting all the things I've been meaning to get done (including laundry :( ). But anyways, those of you who've been reading my blogs know that I was recently in an accident where I got hit by a car; while riding my bike (for full details read Karma Checked). For the record I'm fine. No really, I'm cool (ok, well I'm not COOL but I've suffered no ill effects health wise). So here is a brief epilogue to the events of that night...

As soon as I got dropped off by the good samaritan, I hopped straight away into the shower. Despite repeated scrubs, the spot where my knee hit the tire would not come clean; and was black for a few days after. Once finished with my shower, I called the gentlemen up who hit me to arrange for some sort of remuneration. He didn't pick up, so I left a message explaining for him to call me after 5pm the next day; since that is when I get out of work. One would think that that was fairly straight forward.

So the next day rolls around, I pack the remains of my front wheel into my trunk and head to work. Now I'm not allowed to pick up my cell at work, but that didn't stop the guy from trying to call me twice; despite the fact that I asked him to call me after 5pm. It takes awhile but 5 eventually rolls around. I try calling the gentleman, no answer. So I decided to head to a cycle store that was in the area, with my wheel to see what could be done. The mechanic at the shop said the the wheel was beyond repair. and that since Huffy no longer made that style of bike, there was nothing left to do but condemn it to the scrap heap. Oh well I figured, I'd had the thing for 13 years so I'd gotten my money's worth, and I had a spare bike anyway.

Heading out of the bike shop to my car I was finally able to get a hold of the guy who hit me. I explained that there was no way of replacing the wheel and the bike was a total loss. After explaining all this I felt in wans't unjustified to ask for $100 for my troubles. The way he reacted you would have thought I would have asked for the blood of his first born. "You could buy a new bike with that" he exclaimed. To which I replied " Well, I kind of have to seeing as you wrecked mine and there is no way of just replacing the wheel." At which point he actually tried to argue that I was at fault for the whole incident. He also lamented the fact that a small portion of the front end of his car would need a new paint job. I reminded him that I as the pedestrian had the right of way, and that I was nice enough not to call the cops on his ass.

After a heated exchange he exclaimed that $100 was too much and he wouldn't pay. I finally got him to agree to $50 and made arrangements to meet him the next day. Now I know what your thinking. NewWaveBoyBlue you're an idiot! You could've sued this guy and got way more money out of this cheap skate. Not necessarily. From his business card I learned that he was the head chef at a middle school, which means he probably didn't make to much. Which also means that the whole process of me getting a lawyer, would've probably cost me more than what any eventual pay out would've been. Besides, it would've left the poor guy destitute and for what? I wasn't really hurt, I have another bike, so why make this guys life even more miserable. It wouldn've been more bad karma, and that was the last thing I wanted.

So the time for the meet up finally comes, and I truly understand how lonely and friendless this guy is. After giving me $50 and calling it square he tries to invite me to hang out with him. This guy's life was so bereft of friendship he had to ask someone who he could've killed in an accident for companionship. I know the right this would have been to stay and hang with the sorry S.O.B., but I didn't have it in me. I guess it means I have aways to go before I reach enlightenment, but I just couldn't do it. I left and went back home and took a nap.

Here are the post-accident, post-shower pics.

Whats left of my front tire.

That is my little bit of road rash where my knee hit his moving tire.

Ok, enough of that on to the musical goodies! Since it's close to my birthday and because I'm a child of the 80's, it's time for me to go all retro on ya!

First up Quiet Riot's cover of Cum on Feel the Noize

 

 

 

Second up is one that I haven't been able to get out of my head for the past couple of weeks. So here it is....

The Outfield's Your Love

 

 

 

Well I hope you enjoyed peeps. Special shout outs go to Alionushka, Amuised, Kyle, & 热恋法国 for being fans and friends. It means alot.

Take it easy,

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

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Hey Peeps,

Here it is another beautiful shot of New Wave to help alleviate your internet boredom. There will be an epilogue to my "I got Karma checked" blog, but I'm still waiting for my roommate Unkhammun to email me the pics. Besides, I haven't done a solo musical goodies blog in a while. So without any further ado, on to the tunes.

First up, my Fav song from The Smiths.

The Smiths: Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now

 

 

Second up, my Fav song from New Order

New Order: Regret

 

 

Ok, I know this makes the second time I've done The Smiths/New Order double shot. But this is just where my head is at right now. These songs make me feel ok with me, if that makes any sense. But anyway enjoy.

Take it easy,

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

P.S. The date for my B-Day/Housewarming bash is set for September 1st, for all those interested in attending. Message me for more details.

 

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Hey Peeps,

Yesterday was an interesting day, and when I say interesting I don't mean in a hmmmm kinda way. I mean ancient chinese proverb kind of interesting. I apologize for Tuesday nights little whine fest, because of said whine fest Karma (yes, I do believe in Karma) decided to show me what a really bad day was.

Wednesday started wednesdayly enough, wake up, check kisscafe, hit the shower, head to work. Now I work in the printing business and there are times when things are slow. Usually when these times hit, you can find some menial task to get you through the day. Karma had other plans, I got to work and there was NOTHING, I'm talking devoid of any jobs. Normally in times like these the boss finds some heinous thing that needs doing, and you do it begrudgingly because if you don't, you get so bored you start crawling the walls. I didn't just crawl the walls, I WAS F#*ING SPIDERMAN, without the benefit of having Mary Jane. So after 8 hours of trying to figure out the most effective method of self-lobotomy, 5 o'clock comes around and the release it brought was sweeter than dark chocolate.

I get home around 5:45, and decided to get on my bike. Ever since I moved into the new pad my roommate Unkhammun and I have been trying to bike 4 miles everyday. Recently though we've been slacking, which is something I can't really afford to do. I've been trying to lose weight so A. I'm slightly less repulsive to the opposite sex and B. don't feel utterly ashamed of myself when I'm naked in front of a mirror. Unkhammun's dad was visiting from Colombia, so I decided to go by myself. Not wanting anything bad to befall it, I decided to leave my cell phone at home, and set out. My route consists of riding from my house to my local grocery store, the distance of which comes out to 2.25 miles each way, for a total of 4.5 miles.

The first half of the trip was pretty uneventful. Some Vietnam vet honked and waved, some good tunes came on the iPod to keep my pace up (sometimes I think that thing is alive and linked with my mind). On the way back I was riding on the sidewalk right next to a strip-mall. I noticed a car pulling up to the exit, looking to make I right turn. I saw the driver look at me, and then look the other direction to see when he could go. In my head, I'm thinking "Ok, he's seen me so he knows he has to wait." Why did I think that? Because it's state law in Florida that NO MATTER WHAT, the pedestrian has the right of way;always. Little did I know what Karma had in store.

So imagine my surprise when he tries to dart out in front of traffic. I hit the brakes just in time for me not to go flying over his hood, not in time though to prevent my front wheel to be dragged two feet and snapping off at the fork. A millisecond before impact my brain decides to amp up the adrenaline, to brace for the impact. I can say I didn't feel much from the impact, but my knee did end up hitting his moving tire. Giving me a bit of road rash, and a nice throbbing sort of smart. I tried fighting the adrenaline so I could keep my mind focused, but it wasn't much good.

He gets out and immediately starts speaking Spanish, I say that I'm ok. Which I was, and still am, my knee is a little sore but it's no worse for the wear. But my bike was another matter, it was without a doubt, Fucked. I didn't have my cell or anyway of recording this guys information, but he did give me a business card. He asked me what I wanted to do about the bike, I told him I would go by a bike shop after work and see about the cost of a replacement. He agreed to pay for it, and drove off. I however had a 1.75 mile walk left ahead of me. I put what was left of my front tire in the fork, stood it up on the rear tire, and set out in the last fleeting moments of sunset.

Walking, I could see all the confused faces driving by. I knew what they were thinking "What happend to that guy?" But wondering is good enough for the denizens of Miami, actually stopping and finding out isn't typically worth their time. This blog was beginning to coalesce in my head. It was going to be a rant of rage at the callous self-centeredness of the jackasses that populate this town. But my mind turned to Karma.

I realized that despite a bit of melancholy and loneliness, my life isn't all that bad. Nothing to warrant the ill-advised whine fest from the night before, after all I could be dead. With the lesson learned Karma took pity. Just then a white chevy tracker pulled up and it's owner offered me a ride the rest of the way (only about a half mile but I wasn't going to turn it down). I got home, a friend stopped by and we had a few beers, taking my near fatal evening in stride. I've learned my lesson, bitch only when you really have the right to do so.

Otherwise Karma will really give you something to bitch about.

Hope all is well,

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

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Hey Peeps,

I wonder if this is what being bi-polar without the meds feels like? I can't remember the last time I felt this good, but I also can't remember how long it's been since I've been this low. Last friday, I finally put the finishing touches on my room, the pics are coming soon. I know this will sound really strange, but through this small task; I've never felt so put together. But with the rapid approach of my 27th birthday, I can't help but be reflective, which means I've been beating up on myself quite a bit. It's hard not too, 30 is staring me down like the barrel of a gun; and I feel I should have more to show for it.

When I was a kid, I always thought by now I'd have a job, a wife, a family. Living the cookie cutter life that we're all promised as our birthright of the American Dream. But what is the American Dream anymore? But on the flip side I'm in the most pimpalicious house imaginable, I answer to no one, once I get back into school I'll have my AA in a semester. Then with a little hard work my degree in a year and a half. So by 29 or 30, I'll be where I should have been at 22. Then I'll finally be able to leave this town. Miami breeds two types of people, those who love this city; and those who despise it. I'm one of the latter. This town holds nothing for me, not love, not a career, not  any kind of future that is worth looking forward to. I wonder if it's even worth seeking companionship in the mean time?

The one thing that no one bothered to tell me when I was a kid, was that time which starts as a slow and gentle wave; eventually becomes a riptide. Pulling you farther from shore, faster than you would have thought possible, and if you're not careful it can drown you. I'm holding my head above water, and I'm working my way back to shore; slowly but surely. Although from time to time, I do feel the journey would be a bit better with company.

Hope all is well,

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

P.S. I'm throwing a B-Day bash/House Warming at the end of the month, if you're interested message me for details.

 

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Hey Peeps,

I was initially planning a blog about the attorney firings scandal, but it seems there have been new developments (so that'll be on the way tomorrow). So instead, I just wanted to say thank you to all you guys. My 9 previous blogs have racked up a cumlative total of exactly 1200 views! It means so much to know that someone out there gives a damn about what I think. I've never met you, but should you ever be in Miami it would be my honor to buy you a drink. The icing on the cake, (and made me feel UberAwesome!) was 4 of my blogs are featured in the hot blog section, of the blogs main page. You guys have made my day, for that I'm eternally grateful.

Much Love,

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

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Hey Peeps, (This is a long post, you have been warned)

I've been meaning to post the harrowing details of my move and the descent into stupidity by one of my roommates. But I had such a good night last night, and quite frankly I'd rather post something positive, than drudge up the nightmare that was my move. Also to speak to Kisscafe.com's comment on my last post, no, I did not move up to Canada (But believe me, I wish I had, anyplace that is known for the politeness of it's inhabitants is someplace I would love to be).

The story starts last Thursday. I was out and about running around town, now normally during the day I usually listen to progressive talk or public radio. That day however, I needed tunes. Now Miami radio is as barren a wasteland as death valley (or the frozen tundra for my Canadian friends) for good music (or at least the kind of music I like to hear anyway). Usually, in order to hear something that isn't over produced, or over marketed; you have to turn to the college radio stations (of which there are two). The first was playing some sort of experimental techno, which is cool sometimes but I wasn't feeling it at that particular moment. The other was doing a Punk/Ska show, which was exactly what was needed. After about two songs The DJ comes on the air and offers two tickets for a big show coming up. I got my cell out with a quickness and bagged em'. Now this is not my first time doing that with this particular station, in fact there have been times in the past that I've called in an won tickets inadvertently; apparently I'm the only person that listens. But I digress, the tickets we're for a show on the following Monday, in a venue about 40 miles north of me, featuring Less than Jake, Reel Big Fish, Streetlight Manifesto, and Against All Authority (or AAA as they are more commonly known).

The Friday and weekend proceeding were by all accounts, great. I got to hang out with a few friends, partook in a pub crawl, and had a day of rest to recoupe from it all. The only thing more, I could have asked for was perhaps meeting a special lady.

At long last Monday rolls around...Unfortunately I got a little less than 4 hours sleep, I'm one of those types of people that need it sub-zero to get a decent wink or two, but the only drawback to my new place is I have the hottest room in the joint. The sleep dep didn't allow the day to go quite as fast as I'd hoped, but 4 o'clock rolled around eventually.

I was out in a flash. I picked up my friend Fontiluz Clak, got gas, beer, and we headed out. The drive was pretty uneventful (other than watching with trepidation that a huge storm slowly headed our way), we got there in about 45 minutes, with about an hour till the show started. So we walked around, got pestered to see if we had extra tickets, drank some beer, grabbed a bite to eat, and waxed bullshit on our lives in general. I also stopped and picked up two cigars, I figured since it was a semi-special occasion that I might as well indulge (I only ever do so about 5 times a year).

Finally the doors open and we mozy right on through, while the under 20 crowd (of which was made up about 75% of the people at the show) waited in a long queue. We head straight to the bar and start it off right, with two Irish car bombs, and 2 Newcastle chasers. We head out through from the balcony, and descend the stairs; noticing that we were the geezers of the group. We meet a cool kid named Eli (who became a great pit buddy), and discussed at great length, how we were now "bitter old schoolers"; and mourning the loss of our youth.

No sooner had AAA taken the stage, and we our spots in the near front of the crowd; a light rain began. During the first song, Clak ran into a female co-worker and a younger sister. So for the rest of AAA, he and I took turns going into the pit, and shielding the girls from the pit. Now AAA is originally from Miami, so this wan't the first time I'd seen them; but it was the first time I'd seen them in such a large venue. I'm happy to report that the change in venue size didn't affect them in the slightest. They still brought it with as much intensity and were able to work the crowd. Half way through the the set though (and in-between my sessions in the pit), I noticed these two young girls right behind me getting pummeled. So I moved them in front of me an looked after them. Now they looked to be about 13 and 15 respectively, and the tallest of them topped out at 5'4". The 13 year old happened to be right in front of me, and at times she began to jump up and down. She was basically grinding on my package, which was wholly creepy! Had she been 18+ and not jail bait, it would have been a different story. So for the rest of the set, I was thinking about things that would prevent "my little friend from rising". The set ended and Clak and I headed back to the bar.

Since we had never heard of them before, we decided to just hang back at the bar while Streetlight Manifesto was playing. It turned out to be the best decision of the night. No sooner had we got under the canopy, the light drizzle turned into a monsoon. From a distance the band was surprisingly good, but it didn't stop raining till just as their set was ending.

Reel Big Fish was up next, and we wasted no time getting into place. As soon as the band started the set we were in the pit, letting out aggression, making sure the frat boys didn't get out of hand, and feeling alive. As funny as this sounds (for those of you who don't know anyway) mosh pits are about love, not malice. Punks aren't out to hurt each other, it's when people who are not punks enter out pits, is when people get hurt. Frat Boyz and Metal Heads are NOTORIOUS for this! Those guys are F*#KING NUTZ and are out to break as many noses and bones as possible. Other people who enter pits who shouldn't be there are the youngins (15 & under) and poseurs, both groups also typically get hurt. So we police our pits, intruders are easy to spot, and we give them a dose of their own medicine. Clak and I had some great times out there. Crowds at these shows are more than just the individuals in them. Together they form a larger entity, something almost protean. It starts at the security barrier of the stage; it writhes and sways in ecstatic waves. People pressed against each other in heat and sweat, it is as sensual as it is disgusting. Just beyond the base is the pit. The pit is the swirling chaotic heart of the crowd. It presses against the base, and as the base retaliates the pit contracts and expands, like ventricles. After the pit the form frays, and is comprised of those that are old enough to know better, and those who are too scared to come any closer.

Reel Big Fish was the show stopper of the night, they were technically better than any of the other bands, and were the best at handling the crowd. They played most of the songs that I knew from the one album I own, as well as some covers. Reel Big Fish Covers not only do justice to the original, but are almost universally better. If you don't believe me, check out their versions of AHA's Take On Me, Duran Duran's Hungry Like A Wolf, or Phil Collin's Another Day In Paradise. I spent 80% of their set in the pit and the rest in the base. The last two songs they did though, Clak and I went extra bucket of crispy crazy in the pit.

When we headed back to the bar from that bout, Clak and I were througly soaked with rain and sweat (some of it was ours, some of it wasn't). We felt absolutly disgusting. After grabbing what was about beer number 7 or so (it's a best estimate), we ran into some friends that managed to scam their way in. They were at the furthest reaches of the fray, which was nice because we needed the fresh air.

After some sweaty hugs for dry people, Clak and I waded back in. Less Than Jake took the stage with a vengeance. I was in the pit for the start they opened with one of the two songs I'd wanted to hear from them. The second song I wanted to hear was the third in the set. Seconds into the fifth song my calf started cramping, so I went back to my friends beyond the fray. LTJ although not as good as Reel Big Fish, the Price Is Right theme (and game...sot of) was pretty cool. The rest of the show I was there past the fray, with friends, beer, and waiting for Clak.

The show ended, we said our goodbye's, and headed out. When we got to the car we took off our shirts, and rode home bare chested. Resplendent in our putridness, our chest's glistening from the muted light of street lamps. I dropped Clak off and headed home, when I got about ten minutes away from my house; I started passing out. It wasn't the beer that was the culprit. The adrenaline had purged that from our system entirely. But the sleep dep and the extended periods of time in the pit were taking their toll. I called my roommate Unkhammun, and forced him to keep my talking and awake till I made it home.

I made it home, I showered, I ate, and managed to get about another 4 hours sleep. I woke up feeling physically like utter crap (and I'm still bloody sore), but emotionally rejuvenated. I made it through work, exhausted as I am and that is pretty much it.

Well peeps I'll leave you now, so my body can get some much needed rest. Also, from now on my blogs will becoming with a bit more frequency, but until then I hope you enjoyed.

Take it easy,

-NewWaveBoyBlue-

 

 

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