Scenester circle
Truly, the show Matt and I went to last night was both pain and punishment. It was an effort for me to be able to withstand the battery of noise that I have grown unaccustomed to in my years of assimilation into the preference for more melodic and radio friendly styles of music.
Actually that's not true. For the most part I enjoyed the music last night immensely. The only problem is, I don't like bad singers, and really, that was the threat of the evening. Actually Jeff's singing is somewhat soulful, but Jeff is pretentious and gay. I should smack him for being such a scenester prick.
Overall, though, the atmosphere of last night was something like an insider's club...the private country club of "underground" radio and "indy" rock. Because, besides the musical element, there was also the presence of lots and lots of scene kids..."unique" individuals, most with the same haircut and clothing fashion. It makes me feel silly thinking that a few years ago, in my whack "punk" rock heyday, I probably was just as pretentious in the realm of fashion, and just as condescending concerning musical opinion. I pray for "the kids" of tomorrow, Lord knows that their subcultural cliques are gonna be five times as ridiculous as the ones present now.
With that being said, I was regretful to find out that Darryl was sick yesterday, and could not join in Matt and my festivities of jeering and excoriating the indy rock masses.
- posted by Nathan Prime @ 13:32

 
Language...
I am thinking that the mere fact that my tone and mannerisms are so integral to the way that people understand me, so much so that my delivery is often botched via IM or internet text, there is no conceivable way that I could ever give up the creative and linguistically unique patterns of the english language. That's pretty much all I have to say about that for the moment...perhaps I will revamp this article at a later date.
- posted by Nathan Prime @ 03:06

 
Someone else's Big Fat Greek Wedding
Ok, so tonight I worked banquet staff at Forest Oaks Country Club, which is what I do most Saturdays nowadays. Tonight we hosted for a 200 person wedding reception. I was prepared for this. What I wasn't prepared for was that it was a greek wedding-or at least, mostly greek. And what I quickly learned about these people is, they love to get crunked. There was so much liquor it wasn't even funny. Guests were wasted long before the bridal party even got there, which was at 6:30 - 7ish, and most folks didn't leave till 11...the last drifted out at 12 after dancing to the DJ's specially selected Greek disco tunes. I didn't even know quite what to make of the whole spectacle, let alone the fact that there were gorgeously hot mediterranean women everywhere who almost put my flirt-with-blondes-only rule in peril. Even John Stamos was there, I mean Uncle Jesse, I mean...at least his lookalike, and I think he was having the best time out of anyone.
I don't even know what I could conclude about Greeks, except that they come in only second behind the Irish for culturally universal rowdy drunkenness. The things that more surprised me was that I didn't even know that there could possibly be that many Greeks living in this area. I mean, it's hardly a dominant social group anywhere in the south as far as I know. It reminded me of the time that A & T had its homecoming a couple years ago and I got stuck in the party traffic that night with a group of friends...we observed then that it was easily conceivable that the entire black population of the world had come out to that event.
Tangentally yours,
- posted by Nathan Prime @ 00:26