One for the book of ages
Two strange nights in a row.
Friday - Started off low-key. I did a little self-promotion at 'ZBC, and then off to Allston. I was gonna do more, but it was optional and I opted for the company of a certain fellow instead.
We went off in the rain to visit some friends near Sullivan Square-rea. We hung out and discussed our next music video plans - for the Abunai! song "Lord Hampton". It's based on a true harrowing tale...basically a murder ballad.
Anyway, as we stumbled back to his place {it was Friday - not a sober Monday or something}, we came upon the *strangest* restaurant in Somerville like some kind of David Lynchian dream episode. Paddock's. Jeez, hope I don't get my kneecaps busted for even telling this tale...
Warren's last movie dealt with ponies in large part. Well, Paddock's is clearly styled by someone who is horse-obsessed. Pony paraphernalia everywhere! Plastic horseheads, cuckoo clocks, light with horses, Clydesdales, and more than I could even begin to describe. We decided to get some food to go. We opened up the menu and it seemed like manna from heaven - calamari, clams casino, pastas, fries, etc. Kinda classy. Lots of dark wood and red captain's chairs.
We discussed shooting a scene in this magical venue, alas, that's when we were introduced the the guy who runs the joint. After he cornered us, telling us about how Ben Affleck is gonna shot there soon, how DeNiro shot there, etc, and touching us both on the arms and shoulders several times, we got freaked out. He was kinda agitated, and in his first sentence to us brought up phrases like, "Whack somebody" "You do me a favor" and bragged about his successful streetfighting ventures...He basically talked us right out of working with them, or hell, even ordering food from them.
The menu has a big horsehead right on the front.
Saturday - Woke up kinda late et al from Friday's antics. Went to work, but my job was canceled, so I went directly to band practice. After some coldcuts and rock, I came home at like 9PM. Then I left for a party in Forest Hills.
When I arrive, there are lots of flashing lights, geodesic domes, and a huge plastic canary cage meant for humans to do stripteases in. Oh yeah, and a sweat lodge. Hundreds of people everywhere.
I ate some (practically) raw meat. Perils of grilling in the dark.
I took all my clothes off and went into the sweat lodge. I had heard about such things, especially in JP, but never experienced one, so I had to check it out. And plus, it's so good for skin. Plus plus, it was cold outside, so why not get naked and go somewhere wet and warm instead?
It wasn't quite what I expected. Warren went in with me. People were shaking rattles and singing rounds. I had expected chanting, wailing, and shrieking or something, but no. Rounds. I did start a bout of ululation, though.
I was pretty drunk by that point. Anyway, miraculously we were able to find all our clothes, and in my case accesories. Eventually. Keep in mind this was all in a backyard, and with all the rain lately, it was wicked muddy everywhere. I had sandals on and my feet got all dirty. But I was having so much fun I didn't care. Normally, I'm pretty prissy about cleanliness...I haven't been that dirty since Lollapalooza in like 1993 or something. But I loved it.
And when we were on our way home, the sun was coming up. I haven't partied quite like that since January. And I didn't even turn into a vampire.
Slept in nice and sweet and not hungover at all or too dehydrated. Gotta be in fair shape for tomorree. I gots a show at thee Abbey...
Watched a funny movie about relationships called "Sprung". Ah farce. It reminded me of the HORRIBLE advice our "friends" give us sometimes.
Every situation is so different. Not made to measure.
Ok. I'm off my horsie now:)
Friday - Started off low-key. I did a little self-promotion at 'ZBC, and then off to Allston. I was gonna do more, but it was optional and I opted for the company of a certain fellow instead.
We went off in the rain to visit some friends near Sullivan Square-rea. We hung out and discussed our next music video plans - for the Abunai! song "Lord Hampton". It's based on a true harrowing tale...basically a murder ballad.
Anyway, as we stumbled back to his place {it was Friday - not a sober Monday or something}, we came upon the *strangest* restaurant in Somerville like some kind of David Lynchian dream episode. Paddock's. Jeez, hope I don't get my kneecaps busted for even telling this tale...
Warren's last movie dealt with ponies in large part. Well, Paddock's is clearly styled by someone who is horse-obsessed. Pony paraphernalia everywhere! Plastic horseheads, cuckoo clocks, light with horses, Clydesdales, and more than I could even begin to describe. We decided to get some food to go. We opened up the menu and it seemed like manna from heaven - calamari, clams casino, pastas, fries, etc. Kinda classy. Lots of dark wood and red captain's chairs.
We discussed shooting a scene in this magical venue, alas, that's when we were introduced the the guy who runs the joint. After he cornered us, telling us about how Ben Affleck is gonna shot there soon, how DeNiro shot there, etc, and touching us both on the arms and shoulders several times, we got freaked out. He was kinda agitated, and in his first sentence to us brought up phrases like, "Whack somebody" "You do me a favor" and bragged about his successful streetfighting ventures...He basically talked us right out of working with them, or hell, even ordering food from them.
The menu has a big horsehead right on the front.
Saturday - Woke up kinda late et al from Friday's antics. Went to work, but my job was canceled, so I went directly to band practice. After some coldcuts and rock, I came home at like 9PM. Then I left for a party in Forest Hills.
When I arrive, there are lots of flashing lights, geodesic domes, and a huge plastic canary cage meant for humans to do stripteases in. Oh yeah, and a sweat lodge. Hundreds of people everywhere.
I ate some (practically) raw meat. Perils of grilling in the dark.
I took all my clothes off and went into the sweat lodge. I had heard about such things, especially in JP, but never experienced one, so I had to check it out. And plus, it's so good for skin. Plus plus, it was cold outside, so why not get naked and go somewhere wet and warm instead?
It wasn't quite what I expected. Warren went in with me. People were shaking rattles and singing rounds. I had expected chanting, wailing, and shrieking or something, but no. Rounds. I did start a bout of ululation, though.
I was pretty drunk by that point. Anyway, miraculously we were able to find all our clothes, and in my case accesories. Eventually. Keep in mind this was all in a backyard, and with all the rain lately, it was wicked muddy everywhere. I had sandals on and my feet got all dirty. But I was having so much fun I didn't care. Normally, I'm pretty prissy about cleanliness...I haven't been that dirty since Lollapalooza in like 1993 or something. But I loved it.
And when we were on our way home, the sun was coming up. I haven't partied quite like that since January. And I didn't even turn into a vampire.
Slept in nice and sweet and not hungover at all or too dehydrated. Gotta be in fair shape for tomorree. I gots a show at thee Abbey...
Watched a funny movie about relationships called "Sprung". Ah farce. It reminded me of the HORRIBLE advice our "friends" give us sometimes.
Every situation is so different. Not made to measure.
Ok. I'm off my horsie now:)
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