new mexico
NEW MEXICO
Journal pavilion
Tuesday, October 4th 2005
SOMEBODY GET ME OUTA HERE
Anybody get me outa here
Somebody get me outa here
Get me the fuck right outa here
So far away, I don’t want to stay
Get me outa here right now….
Everything in new mexico is lame. For serious. Worst place ever.
First of all, was anyone else aware that New Mexico is in a different time zone than the rest of the south west? Because I didn’t know. maybe I didn’t know because ive never been to new mexico or maybe because I never bothered to learn anything about new mexico or maybe because I see no reason for this smelly, flat, deserty state with its dumb southwestern freeway art to be any different from its neighboring smelly, flat, deserty state with their lame southwestern freeway art.
Seriously. Come on new mexico, get with the fucking program.
California can afford to change its time whenever the fuck it wants because America cant live without California.
America has no use for you, new mexico. So keep that in mind when you decide to be all difficult with your time changes. If the USA ever decides to trim the fat, you will be the first state to be given back to old mexico with our sincerest apologies.
And yes, its true, I am just an impatient person who never bothered to “learn” about “time zones” I admit it.
But I still vote no on new mexico.
Even their streetlights are dumb and sideways.
Anyway, we would have had time to spare.. until we found out that crossing the border into this state steals an hour from your life and, suddenly, we were running late.
So we headed straight to the show.
Now, the Journal Pavillion happens to be situated at the top of a fucking mountain which can only be reached by a two lane windy ass road that goes on and on for at least 73 miles. Not a very convenient place to see a show.
Then, once you fucking get through the 73 miles of bumper to bumper cars and park in the dirt and straw covered waste land and you think you are finally on your way to see the show, that’s when you find out that you have to hike at least 37 miels back down the fucking mountain to get to the stage.
At this point, and im not kidding, it started pouring rain.
We missed Jimmy Eat World, for the second time, while we were on the windy mountain road.
We missed the drunk pink bunny while we were on the hike down to the entrance. Which sucks. Because I like that drunk pink bunny. I really do.
We could hear American Idiot while we hiked down from the entrance to the stage
we didn’t find our seats until halfway through jesus of suburbia.
But once we found our seats, and we could see the show, I had a giant, involuntary sigh of complete relief. my back was about to break from the million years in a dodge neon and the weight of baby, but there was mike dirnt in his sleeveless shirt bouncing around with his bass. My feet were aching and probably a bloody mess after our unexpected expedition down the mountain, but there was tre cool with his impossibly high hair and that dumb look on his face. I was quickly soaked in the pouring new mexico rain, but there was billie joe… sweet sweet billie joe… in a vest and a tie… one full sleeve and one three-quarter sleeve… one arm band with a big red star and one arm band that said RAGE… tight pants… hardcore belt… the humidity was clearly not a benefit to his shaggy hair, but once you see him standing there with that baby blue guitar… you could set me on fire and I wouldn’t be distracted.
The show was basically the same show we saw in san diego. Same set list and what have. Less fireworks but more rain. Instead of slurring “san diego” every so often he slurred “new mexico!” instead of telling stories of their first visits to san diego, playing at Canes and Soma, he told stories about visiting New Mexico and playing a place called the Store Front. And strangely the trumpet player, who had been from san diego two days before, was suddenly from albaquerque.
The energy of the show was different. That seems like a dumb thing to say… the “ambiance” of the show was different? The mood? The atmosphere? What sounds less gay?
The people of albaquerque seemed genuinely more excited than the people of san diego. They seemed to be way way more thrilled by every shouting of “heeeeey- ooohhhh” and they seriously lost their shit when billie joe did his traditional screaming orgasm routine. Not that I blame them. Whenever he calls out for somebody to fuck him I have a small stroke.
It was awesome whenever he would shout “new mexico!” because everyone would really really go nuts in a way that seemed to say “that’s us! WERE from new mexico! Hes talking about US!!”
I guess the thing I noticed the most was the crowd had a great fucking time out in the pouring rain. They went crazy. They freaked out. I have to assume its because they live in new mexico and things to get excited about don’t come along that often. But the crowd was amazing. They sucked the life out of every moment of the show… in the good way one can suck the life out of something.
Oh… and the kids they brought on stage to play knowledge were great. The drummer was awesome. The bass player was really really good. Ok, the first two guitar players got thrown off stage, but the third one was rad. They finished the song and billie joe got to sing the last verse. So, well done there.
Bottom line, wonderful show. A delight. Truly.
I cant wait for tonites show, two down… four to go… and I still cant get enough.
Mostly though, im so so so happy to be getting the fuck out of the fair state of new fucking mexico.
So long suckers!
k.
somebody fucked the president
and no one knows where maria went
Journal pavilion
Tuesday, October 4th 2005
SOMEBODY GET ME OUTA HERE
Anybody get me outa here
Somebody get me outa here
Get me the fuck right outa here
So far away, I don’t want to stay
Get me outa here right now….
Everything in new mexico is lame. For serious. Worst place ever.
First of all, was anyone else aware that New Mexico is in a different time zone than the rest of the south west? Because I didn’t know. maybe I didn’t know because ive never been to new mexico or maybe because I never bothered to learn anything about new mexico or maybe because I see no reason for this smelly, flat, deserty state with its dumb southwestern freeway art to be any different from its neighboring smelly, flat, deserty state with their lame southwestern freeway art.
Seriously. Come on new mexico, get with the fucking program.
California can afford to change its time whenever the fuck it wants because America cant live without California.
America has no use for you, new mexico. So keep that in mind when you decide to be all difficult with your time changes. If the USA ever decides to trim the fat, you will be the first state to be given back to old mexico with our sincerest apologies.
And yes, its true, I am just an impatient person who never bothered to “learn” about “time zones” I admit it.
But I still vote no on new mexico.
Even their streetlights are dumb and sideways.
Anyway, we would have had time to spare.. until we found out that crossing the border into this state steals an hour from your life and, suddenly, we were running late.
So we headed straight to the show.
Now, the Journal Pavillion happens to be situated at the top of a fucking mountain which can only be reached by a two lane windy ass road that goes on and on for at least 73 miles. Not a very convenient place to see a show.
Then, once you fucking get through the 73 miles of bumper to bumper cars and park in the dirt and straw covered waste land and you think you are finally on your way to see the show, that’s when you find out that you have to hike at least 37 miels back down the fucking mountain to get to the stage.
At this point, and im not kidding, it started pouring rain.
We missed Jimmy Eat World, for the second time, while we were on the windy mountain road.
We missed the drunk pink bunny while we were on the hike down to the entrance. Which sucks. Because I like that drunk pink bunny. I really do.
We could hear American Idiot while we hiked down from the entrance to the stage
we didn’t find our seats until halfway through jesus of suburbia.
But once we found our seats, and we could see the show, I had a giant, involuntary sigh of complete relief. my back was about to break from the million years in a dodge neon and the weight of baby, but there was mike dirnt in his sleeveless shirt bouncing around with his bass. My feet were aching and probably a bloody mess after our unexpected expedition down the mountain, but there was tre cool with his impossibly high hair and that dumb look on his face. I was quickly soaked in the pouring new mexico rain, but there was billie joe… sweet sweet billie joe… in a vest and a tie… one full sleeve and one three-quarter sleeve… one arm band with a big red star and one arm band that said RAGE… tight pants… hardcore belt… the humidity was clearly not a benefit to his shaggy hair, but once you see him standing there with that baby blue guitar… you could set me on fire and I wouldn’t be distracted.
The show was basically the same show we saw in san diego. Same set list and what have. Less fireworks but more rain. Instead of slurring “san diego” every so often he slurred “new mexico!” instead of telling stories of their first visits to san diego, playing at Canes and Soma, he told stories about visiting New Mexico and playing a place called the Store Front. And strangely the trumpet player, who had been from san diego two days before, was suddenly from albaquerque.
The energy of the show was different. That seems like a dumb thing to say… the “ambiance” of the show was different? The mood? The atmosphere? What sounds less gay?
The people of albaquerque seemed genuinely more excited than the people of san diego. They seemed to be way way more thrilled by every shouting of “heeeeey- ooohhhh” and they seriously lost their shit when billie joe did his traditional screaming orgasm routine. Not that I blame them. Whenever he calls out for somebody to fuck him I have a small stroke.
It was awesome whenever he would shout “new mexico!” because everyone would really really go nuts in a way that seemed to say “that’s us! WERE from new mexico! Hes talking about US!!”
I guess the thing I noticed the most was the crowd had a great fucking time out in the pouring rain. They went crazy. They freaked out. I have to assume its because they live in new mexico and things to get excited about don’t come along that often. But the crowd was amazing. They sucked the life out of every moment of the show… in the good way one can suck the life out of something.
Oh… and the kids they brought on stage to play knowledge were great. The drummer was awesome. The bass player was really really good. Ok, the first two guitar players got thrown off stage, but the third one was rad. They finished the song and billie joe got to sing the last verse. So, well done there.
Bottom line, wonderful show. A delight. Truly.
I cant wait for tonites show, two down… four to go… and I still cant get enough.
Mostly though, im so so so happy to be getting the fuck out of the fair state of new fucking mexico.
So long suckers!
k.
somebody fucked the president
and no one knows where maria went
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