Archive for July, 2009

24
Jul
09

he had high, apple pie in the sky hopes.

The evening of July 23rd, 2009 and the early morning of July 24th, 2009, as presented in the format of new blog segment Gained/Maintained/Drained!

GAINED:

*One win by the Phillies (and, coupled with one loss by the Atlanta Braves, one game in the NL East standings. Go Phils!)
*A small appreciation for wandering the streets of New York City late at night after walking back from Penn Station at 2:30 AM (which will inevitably come in handy for me when I’m homeless).
*Newly hardened arteries, a small price to pay for the wonder of Dollar Dog Night.
*An unexpected pack of cigarettes (minus two or so) upon reentering my apartment, compliments of roommate Amanda Baker. Not that I smoke enough to even have a pack of cigarettes, but this is probably a win.

MAINTAINED:

*A love of Dollar Dog Night.
*One dinosaur blanket that isn’t mine, acquired when my weary hitchhiker from Caravan left it in my car. This was maintained because we failed to get in touch.
*The feeling that my friends from home are still very much great. This is a major casualty of summer in NYC.
*A love of the Phillies, of Philadelphia, and of Philadelphians. Example: While on the SEPTA train back, this girl got into a heated argument with the conductor over the price of her ticket. She claimed that she should only have to pay the child’s price, as she was 11. However, as she did not look eleven, the conductor asked her what year she was born, to which she responded “1994.” This should have immediately ended the conversation, but even though she was clearly beaten, she kept adamantly demanding the child’s price. This stubbornness (and I will credit it to stubbornness, hoping that she did not actually believe she was the only 11-year-old born in 1994) is a perfect summary of the city of Philadelphia.

DRAINED (of):

*Roughly $50 ($20 for the ticket, $7.75 for four hot dogs and a soda, another soda later from a vending machine, and $20.50 for train tickets back).
*Any sort of desire to take SEPTA/NJTransit ever again. Bolt Bus, for the win.
*One pair of headphones, left in the car of Kath Thomas.
*Any and all kinds of energy, and will to go to work tomorrow morning. I’m still awake to make sure Amanda gets up at 4:30 for her bus. It’s currently 3:40. I don’t know if I’ll make it.

On that, I’m gonna try and come up with things to do that will keep me awake for the next 37 minutes.

17
Jul
09

on caravan.

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I’m going to lift this from the host of CARAVAN, Matt Manser. He said everything that I could’ve said about it, really, and he’s more qualified, so, here we go:

Caravan 2009 was four years in the making.

The first Caravan was in 2006, and had 7 people. At some point, we decided it would be a cool idea to take our gear up there and jam out in the quarry, call it “Blues Fest”. Never quite happened.

Then, at 4 am one morning when all great ideas are born, it was decided to do Caravan the way it should be done. With music, and good people. Lots of good people. I set my bar at 50.

But like all great things, it didn’t come easy. There were schedule conflicts, band promises and drop outs, the difficulty in explaining what exactly I was talking about ( DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT NOW? )

Then the night we’re scheduled to leave, the trailer won’t work on my truck. What the fuck?! We consider using Haffy’s suburban, until it shorts out his lights. Now the trailer AND his car can’t go.

However, in the true spirit of Caravan, Thayer decided to have all of his tools with him. Mike Connor loaned him a soldering iron to fix Haff’s lights while we went and searched for a solution to the hitch. We found one, by buying and installing an entirely new hitch on the truck. We left at 6 am, feeling accomplished. The fellowship had been broken, and we had been delayed, but nothing could stop us now!

Then the cops came. And busted us. In a big way. We could have all gotten underages, and supplying alcohol to minors, and my dad would be in jail, and I’d be asking for donations for the huge fine that we’d be paying. They could have let that dog out of the car to go sniff around the tents. We were god awful close to being fucked for good.

But in the true spirit of Caravan, luck was on our side. We got a disorderly conduct warning. So we reacted, and made the event dry.

The event was dry, right? Continue reading ‘on caravan.’

10
Jul
09

carry me, caravan. take me away.

Hello, Belgrade. Nice to meet you.

Hello, Great Pond. Nice to meet you.

This is Great Pond. It’s 8,239 acres, and from the look of this picture, it was specifically created by Kodak for picturesque moments. Why am I showing you this? Because this is where I’m going to be spending my next three days.

Some backstory: an incredibly ambitious friend of a friend got a bit creative, and started planning out our very own music festival. The plan wouldn’t have gotten off the ground, but then someone volunteered a huge piece of farmland, and others looked into buying a bunch of food and a generator, and building a stage.

CARAVAN 2009 was born, our own little Woodstock. Except instead of Jefferson Airplane, there’ll be a lot of bands that my friends are in, that aren’t famous at all. Continue reading ‘carry me, caravan. take me away.’

08
Jul
09

16shellsfromathirtyoughtsix.

There will be a real update today or tomorrow, because I want to chronicle Caravan. But, while at work, I stumbled upon this.

I love Beck. I love Tom Waits. And so, this is one of my favorite things that could EVER happen. Though, apparently, they both don’t like “Best-Of Lists,” which is a shame.

Back really soon, I promise.