I used to be addicted to drugs. Seems like I've just replaced one addiction with another one. Music is drugs, and don't let anyone tell you different. Except, with one sweeter exception, YOU GET TO HAVE THIS FEELING THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. So blowing all this money is so totally worth it.
- Malkuth "Sefirah Gevurah" CD (more) - Cold Cave "Cremations" CD (tons) - Mark McGuire "A Pocket Full of Rain" CD (not too many since its CDR) - Lamborghini Crystal "Roach Hotel" CD (It's limited that much i know) - Wolf Eyes "Always Wrong" CD (probably gonna be re-issued) - Pedestrian Deposit "Austere" CD (Lmtd. 1000)
Stay Tuned for the final night of No Fun. Pace.
9:21 PM
Scumbag Casanova
Thursday, May 21, 2009
No Fun: Night Two
After the first night's lackluster performance, I was hoping night two would be better. I arrived once again, no ticket, and sure enough bought one of the last three available at the box office. I grabbed a slice of pizza and made my way to the bar, where happy hour was underway and I was able to quickly pound down three whiskey/cokes before the night started. It was all I could afford before I had to stop to make my way upstairs for the performances. Night two proved to be a lot better than night one, yet still lacked a lot of gusto that so many No Funs have provided for everyone before. I think it has to do with the shitty venue. MHoW is WAAAYYYY too big and too uptight. Plus it's crappily located off of Bedford Ave, which in my opinion is the shittiest street in the entire United States. I hate Williamburg. I hate most of New York, and sorry New York, I hate most of the hipster scum that infests your grime-filled city (seriously DC is cleaner). I wasn't drunk after three drinks pounded so that made things even more frustrating, still mostly all performances that night were consistent if not amazing, which made me happy and made up for the lack of cool people.
Pulse Emitter: I had heard good things about Pulse Emitter...too bad he sucked tonight. I appreciate the music obviously, and love the idea, but as Brian once again aptly points out "it's starting to become about the process and not the person." No where was this more evident than Pulse Emitter's cold set. I heard a little bit, thought I might get around to his songs later and decided to head down for last call for happy hour.
Mattin: I was told I should catch this dude's set and thank god I did. It was the first shockingly brilliant performace of the night. I had no idea who this dude was and instead was witness to one of the best PE sets I've ever seen. It was loud, it was abrasive, it was biding, it was so fucking confrontational. I walk up, hear just god awful aural rape being blasted out of the speakers and see a man in sunglasses standing perfectly still in front of his laptop with aviators on. Ten minutes into the brutality, he rips off his glasses throws them into the crowd(which some pussy on Brooklyn Vegan said "could have hurt somebody") and began to berate the crowd and indict them on all the guilty counts of vanity, egotism, and being general piece-of-shit human beings. It was awesome. He spit into the crowd (which the pussies once again ran away from) only to have his aural assault stopped. The crowd cheered as it appeared the set was over. From here Mattin's set really crossed the line from brilliant to genius. He walked over to a chair and proceeded to systematically destroy the self-concious crowd for being emotionally, mentally, and phyiscally "pathetic" with no music in a calm and restrained manner looking blankly off into a wall. He lambasted the Williamsburg pricks much to the dismay of one asshole who heckled and would not shut the fuck up until I pointed out loudly to the crowd that he was balding. The crowd doubled over in laughter, the guy shut the fuck up and Mattin ended. But not before calling everyone pathetic and upholding my handling of the heckler by saying, "there's nothing like an American joke." Fucking unbelievable.
The purveyor of all things not fun, Mattin.
Yellow Tears: Yes, yes, OH GOD YES. Many people called it the best performance of the weekend, and it would be hard to disagree. THis was the only band that legitamately seemed to be thrilled to be playing no fun and it fucking showed. Their brand of cut-up PE was loud, frightening, and just fucking volatile. I blasted Halflings last year for being too macho, but now I understand. They just love each other and love doing noise. I can't fault them for that. Yellow Tears were unbelievable, scaring the crowd into submission and winning everyone over with their terrifyingly disturbed sense of unbridled joy. If that's what happy looks like, I plan to be depressed forever. I loved it so much, I bought their new LP titled, "Stop Crying". Their first album was called, "Piss Mop". Jesus tapdancing Christ, these guys never relent do they? FUCK!!!
Far Rockaway's finest mechanic impersonators, Yellow Tears. They better fix my transmission.
Blank Dogs: Okay, now onto the crappy part of the night. I had mentioned earlier that this band was overrated and boy howdy, did they fucking suck up a storm. THere is A LOT of internet hype about this band, especially in their native Brooklyn and unforunately like I said earlier, Carlos HAS TO book these bands if he wants his little fest to have a venute and survive/cross over. Plain and simple, Blank Dogs suck. They play shitty lo-fi garage punk which is seemingly all the rage right now and the lead singer sings through some shitty vocoder, which is also all the rage right now. These dogs couldn't be anymore unoriginal and fucking patetic than a pack of chihuahuas. I walked outside to end the misery and maybe put a bullet in my skull. They almost ruined no fun for me. The sad part is, I got back to work Monday and noticed they were all over shitty BK/AA funded viva-radio, and surprise surprise, they suck. What's sadder is that actually, they are much better live than they are recorded. Ouch.
Pedestrian Deposit: This was the set I had been looking forward to all day/weekend. I have never really had a noise idol, the way I do in Borges. Sure Dom is awesome. Sure Dilloway is a god. But Borges' shit just connects so deep with me and the fact that he is easily accessable makes me look at him as more like a mentor than an untouchable god. He is to me, right now, the best thing in noise, and runs the best label in noise (to me) right now in Monorail Tresspassing. So imagine my anger when I hear the sound prick at Music Hall telling them to hurry up and start playing or get off. Are you kidding me?? Is Williamburg this much of a fucking hellhole. Blank Dogs just played with like 5 guitarists for half a fucking hour and you want PD to set up in five minutes? Go to hell you fucking douchebag. PD started and shoved a righteous fist right up the ass of the sound dude. Their set was arguably THE BEST set of the entire weekend. I could not fathom how incredible Pedestiran Deposit was. I've seen Borges before and he has put on some great shows, but nothing compares to the beauty and tragedy that I saw tonight. I was unsure as to what type of element Shannon would bring but it turns out, she just made the dynamic that much more intense. Straddling the line between insanity and retraint, the best way I could describe this monument of a set was "balls out control". The noise built to such a high pitch, you felt as if you were about to explode before----------it was all gone. All that was left, was Borges on an organ. Shannon on a cello, and the sorrowful fading out of a tragedy that had just unfolded. It was brutal. It was destructive, but above all it was fucking gorgeous. PD exceeded my expectations and it was worth the 25 bucks to see their set alone. I love Jon Borges and his music will inspire me to push on through the next phase in my love. Thanks dude.
The best thing to happen to my musical emotions since the Get Up Kids. Pedestrian Deposit. Fucking stunning.
Sons of God: After the beauty of the last set, I was pleasantly surprised as I witnessed the absurdity of Sons of God. Yet another PE set, this one was silly, obviously not planned well, and honestly pretty damn awesome. While it didn't capture my heart and imagination the way PD or Mattin did, it definitely made me smile as I watched a dude that looked like Common, and another dude that looked like Phil Spector, control the blaring noise and two old dudes that looked like Frankenstein seizure and meander about the stage. It was pretty sweet. You gotta give it up to a group of dudes who can keep it real after such power and drama.
Rafael Toral with C. Spencer Yeh,Trevor Tremaine: This set was probably the bummer of the night. I was really looking forward to it. I love Spence. I love Trevor, I don't know who they other dude is but he played with microamps. This all adds up to amazingly fucking awesomeness right? Wrong. Two thirds of BXC could not save this set from generally just not being very good. Spencer tried his best to bust out the crazy violin solos, but Toral's brand of noise just did not mesh with the the BXC dudes. I love the concept and all these dudes are awesome in their respective projects, but this is a classic example of when seemingly awesome collaboration just plain doesn't work out well(see Sutcliffe Jugend and Prurient).
Bardo Pond: This was another shocker. Bardo Pond is signed to Matador, and as such, I expected a shitty fucking set of indie-pysche rock. I couldn't have been happier to be so wrong. Bardo Pond were incredible! They played a long and droney song which was right up my alley and the lead singer, though Lilith Faired out, totally rocked the stage with her vocals and flute. It was totally fucking sweet. They droned out into this long and extremely fucking loud dirge of a song that made me so fucking wet, I almost creamed my pants. You could feel the place vibrate and the amps blare out sweet destructive ecstasy. It was a psychedelic doom freak out. These dudes that looked like they should be in Phish, sounded like they were competing with Sunn. It was the best surprise of the night.
Sonic Youth:Now before, I talk about this set I have to say something. I realize Sonic Youth is one of the most important bands in music history of all time. I realize that if they never came around, there would be no noise, or for that matter, New York scene. I know all of this. Yet I still question their ability to put on live shows because of their seemingly overrated status as icons. Well, they shut me the fuck up. I will never question Kim, Thurston, or Lee (even though he wasn't there), ever again. Sonic Youth was incredible. They performed a 35 minute piece of sonic terror and screeching ahnialation. There were no songs, just noise and a brilliant performance from true lengeds. True icons. Some of the most important artists in the history of the world. Aside from all this flowery bullshit praise, they were fucking sick. Sonic Youth was really on it tonight and it made no different half of the bullshit fucking prick crowd showed up to hear "Daydream Nation". They don't give a shit. And that's what I love about Sonic Youth. I can now sit here before you, and even though only 75% on the band was there, honestly say I have seen Sonic Youth. And it was awesome. With their screwdrivers placed firmly under the strings, Thurston and Co. proceeded to destory the eardrums of everyone with screeching guitar feedback and general incoherent destruction of guitars set to the sound of tribal drums. When Kim fell on her back and symbolically fucked her guitar into submission, it was one of the sexiest/brutal sights to behold. Kim Gordon after all these years is still hot, and in the most dangerous of ways. Sonic Youth was brilliant. I saw everyone on the boards and many fucking dumbshits criticized Sonic Youth for playing, of all things NOISE!!!! THese guys were the originators of this modern scene!!! And now you're going to get butthurt because they didn't play "Dirty Boots"?!?! Go to hell you Brooklyn retard. Tonight wasn't about appeasing fans, it was about doing what they've done for a quarter of a century: doing what they want, at their own discretion and raping the ears of anyone brave enough to listen. Sonic Youth rules. I don't care what anyone says. I'm just pissed I've JUST RECENTLY come to this conclusion.
Still crazy hot after all these years. Kim Gordon fucks the shit out of that guitar and our ears.
Low point of night: Blank Dogs. I've heard female dogs qweef out better live sets.
High Point: The subsequent p'owning of Blank Dogs by the universally recognized awesomeness of Pedestrian Deposit.
END NIGHT TWO.
So that was night two. Stay tuned from more from No Fun. Night three featured the best acts and the most consistent of performances so don't miss that shit (or at least a shitty, misspelled grammatical abortion of an account).
9:00 PM
Scumbag Casanova
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
No Fun Fest: Night One
So it's in the books! Yet another year of thrashing, killing, brutality and absolutely NO FUN. No Fun Fest was held last weekend at the Music Hall of Williamsburg in Brooklyn, New York and I blew all my money on music and am now penniless, beerless, and horny...just kidding...about the beer part. I always have beer. Anywho, this year with the absence of my PIC Frank Cordry, I headed up to BK with my good friend and noise counterpart, Colin Fleming. We made the long ass trek up to there, put up with all the annoying douchebag hipsters that infest Williamsburg like swin flu in Mexico, had a fucking rager of a time. I did things obviously, Boozester style, with no tickets, no plan, and no fun. I headed up there, scored tickets right away and got into the Music Hall for a night of what was supposed to be completely and utter brutality. I grabbed some pizza and a 40 prepared for the debauchery to take place, instead night one was an inaccurate portrayal of how the rest of the acts would unfold as it showcased some of the worser of the performances for the weekend.
Noveller: I missed this chick because I grabbed pizza and a 40. I heard she ruled though.
Raglani: The first act I saw was a good way to start the weekend. Sadly Raglani was one of the better performances of the night and for someone I had never heard of before, I wasn't completely paying attention to his set. There was this hot chick with pink hair and hoop earrings that kept distracting me, however, when she was out of my line of sight, Raglani fucking ruled with some great synth work and a spacey Emerald-feel that kicked it off great. Great set.
Axolotl: AXOLOTL FUCKING CANCELLED AND THEN SHOWED UP AND WAS DRINKING AT THE BAR. I WANTED TO SEE HIM SO BAD. FUCK THIS DUDE AND FUCK HIS MOM.
Chris Corsano:Holy Flaming cat shit. Are you fucking serious?? I thought Brian Chippendelle was fast as shit (and as you'll see later he really is). Chris Corsano FUCKING OWNED. It looked like his hands were knives and he was chopping at the drum set, yet somehow making brilliant sounds. Imagine Edward Scissor hands except on drums. New fucking Drum Hero.
My new drum hero Powder, I mean Corsano.
Carlos Giffoni: So unlike last year, I wasn't faced when I saw Carlos so I actually remember his set and it'sa good thing I did. While Carlos didn't blow me out of the water (nothing compares to the Bank show in Baltimore), he did make me shake my booty. Carlos is getting progressively more intricate as well as accessable with the modular synth action he is getting out of his homemade instruments of terror. Except tonight, he definitely brought the funk. For the first time I actually saw DANCING at No Fun. At at the expense of Carlos no less! The president of noise did a great job and while not remarkable, still provided a great funky interlude.
Ladies and gentlemen, the President of Noise.
Xeno and Oaklander: Unfortunately, No Fun seems to be growing in popularity and to gain some of that crossover appeal they have to book bands like Xeno and Oaklander (and as you'll see later the UBER overrated Blank Dogs). Their sound is good for what they do. Like a happier Cold Cave. I just wasn't digging it. This is no fun. First dancing, now existential no wave headbobbing??? Dude, what the fuck is going on here. I stayed for one song, appreciated their sound and booked it outside to smell smoke because I lost my cigs and a pack of camels was 8.99. Fuck that.
Grey Wolves: Sadly, the shitty feeling of the last set was outdone by the monumentally horrible set of British Powerelectronics duo Whiteho---oops sorry I mean Grey Wolves (ouch). Acually I've seen Whitehouse. Philip Best called me a cunt for 30 seconds. They fucking rule. They are, to this day, the loudest band I've ever heard. So imagine my shock and horror when I see a shitty Whitehouse knockoff AND YOU CAN'T HEAR SHIT. The entire time people were shouting that they couldn't here anything and getting noticebaly upset at the seemingly lack of enthusiasm of these two British assholes. It got even worse when in the middle of the set, for some inexpicable reason, Peaches' "Fuck the Pain Away" came on at half the volume and the singer proceeded to whip his dick out and grind it on the mic stand. Someone threw a beer at his dick and for good reason. Even without the confusion the shitty "America Sucks, Britain Rules" theme of the set was a super failure and as my friend Brian put it, "I'm glad to see everyone finally got to see that band for the shitty knockoff they are." I would say epic fail, but really these dudes just proved again why England sucks. First the Spice Girls. Then Beckham. Now this. Great job.
Thrones: It seemed as if we were all down and out. The crowd was upset and confused after Grey Wolves and everyone was all ready to bust out with the "fuck no fun" chant, until a pigtailed gay woodsmen from the land of mysticism and forestry (Portland) came out, and proceeded to give the eulogy of No Fun...ONLY TO RESURRECT IT FROM THE DEAD AND CARRY IT ON HIS EAGLE SHOULERS!!!! THRONES FUCKING RULED MY FACE SO FUCKING HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so happy and so overjoyed listening to this shit. It was one of the best performances of the weekend the BY FAR the best of the night. Joe Preston walked on stage in the midst of the Grey Wolves chaos and aftermatch, set up his drum machine and without so much as saying a word, lifted the crowd to new levels of happiness and joy. His set started out so sad, as if he knew no fun were dying right there, and just when it seemed it was over, he busts out with the most triumphant, glorious sound any of us heard. With just a Steinberger bass, a drum machine, and a vocoder, Joe changed the face of the night and honestly, probably saved No Fun not only for the weekend, but maybe for the next year. Everyone who whined about how much it "wasn't like before" shut the fuck up when he played and marvelled in awe at the majestic sound that was THRONES. Epic set. Just fucking gorgeous.
Bastard Noise: Man is the Bastard is one of the most important bands to me of all time. While not one of my favorites, if not for them, I have no favorites. If not for them, I am missing half my music. If not for them, I am never in a band and my high school social and friendly life does not exist. So I was super super stoked to watch Eric Wood, grunt, growl and scream right before my very eyes for the first in what would be two very historical sets for the weekend. Bastard Noise did not dissappoint and while their set did wind on a bit long, it was worth it to watch one an icon on stage scream and thrash about in a manner that influenced every single band we played in high school with. Powerviolence was one of the most important genres of music to me growing up and there is no exception with power electronics. You move from one type of brutality to another and Bastard Noise was fucking awesome. I didn't even really mind the fact they droned out for 20 minutes. To me seeing Eric Wood scream for ten minutes was good enough. I almost shed a tear thinking about all those great times spent in my teenhood and knowing that I owe most of them to that man. Thanks Eric. And fucking awesome set!
The reason I started playing music.
Low Point of Night - The Dude from Grey Wolves whipping out his cock and grinding it up and down the pole. Fuck dude, aren't you embarrassed enough with your shitty band doing so terrible. Now the whole audience knows you have a small dick. That doesn't really do good things for British stereotypes.
High Point of Night - Thrones amazingly downtrodden and then shockingly gorgeous turning point. Really saved the fest and brought the crowd together after the aforementioned pee-pee incident. Here's a clip of half the set to give an idea:
END NIGHT ONE.
So that was night one. Kind of a bummer like I said, but stay tuned for night two. Night two was DEFINITELY a keeper, with fucking amazing ass sets and some suprising ones that left me speechless. Stay tuned!!!SIIIIIIICCCCKKKKKNNNEEEESSSS
to be contuned....
- Naz
10:00 PM
Scumbag Casanova
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
DO THE CRUSHER
Before there was Stone Cold. Before there was Sandman. There was a cigar smokin, lady lovin, beer drinkin monster named the Crusher.
THIS is pretty fucking rad. The song rules too.
- Turkeyneck
11:33 PM
Scumbag Casanova
Friday, May 01, 2009
Boozeday Tuesday: The Retrospective.
I was standing in the hallway on the second floor of The Mary Graydon Center with Kelly, talking about something. It was the second semester of freshman year, spring 2006. I forgot exactly why we there, my best guess was that we were coming down from the Butler Board Room after another "Scene" meeting. I was complaining about the lack of stories and the underappreciation I felt I was receiving. For the better part of my Freshman and Sophomore year those feelings of resentment were the feelings I harbored at pretty much everyone except for a few select people. Kelly in her tactful and ever-pleasing manner suggested that I might be better suited for another medium: my writing sucked. She mentioned that she thought the radio was interesting and that I had such a vast knowledge of music; it would be a perfect fit. I thought this was a terrible idea as I was terrible behind a microphone and also hated the idea of playing music for a select group of people, most of them I resented terribly based on a few sour experiences and the overall anti-gringo mentality I came into AU with.
Towards the end of that year I befriended Colin Fleming, a DJ with WVAU and the only other kid on campus that listened to noise music. He mentioned to me that he had a show that was all noise and that one time while he was playing Masonna's "Frequency LSD", Jared Leto (30 Seconds to Mars, every cinematic terrible piece of shit that was ever made) passed by the station and looked at him in horror and indignance, as if WVAU WAS SUPPOSED to be playing 30 seconds and not loud, chaotic "static" with some Japanese dude screaming at you, because they were playing the Tavern that night. I thought that fucking ruled.
When I returned for my sophomore year I returned with the same feelings of resentment and shyness that isolated me from the better population of students at AU. I maintained my friendship with Colin who suggested to me that I stop by the radio station and spin some tracks with him. He was a program manager now and thought it might be cool to have a little buddy in the studio with him spinning odd and offbeat tracks that no one wanted to listen to. Kelly maintained her support and enthusiasm for the radio idea(my journalistic writing still sucked), and with the support of my two best (and only friends) at AU, I decided to give it a shot.
Those first few weeks were brutal. I had to learn how to get the timing down and learn how to work the switchboard including electronic equipment in case anything were to happen. It was a trial process to say the least with Colin guiding me and never once getting upset at me when I failed to hit the broadcast button or accidentally ejecting the cd while his song was playing (things I still do to this day). But along the way I learned a lot about working the switchboard and troubleshooting any problems that might occur, so much so I have been able to fix most problems I've encountered or others have with me in the studio (sorry Farley).
And the mic, oh man, was the mic fucking intense. I had never been in front of an audience on a steaming network before so it was really weird. I didn't know what to say and didn't have any personality, other than my scared voice and really awkward jokes. Colin did an awesome job of setting me up whenever I told him about a story relating to the music we played. I told people stories about Mark McCoy almost breaking my nose, and about Los Disfunctos kicking my ass. All stories that were part of my experiences, were broadcast for various people to tune in and hear. I thought that was pretty cool and I began to become attached to this radio idea. My second semester, I quit The Eagle , which proved to be the best possible decision for my social and friendly life, and began to focus full time on the radio. I was in there all the time, helping Colin and becoming a WVAU lackey. When Colin's stint at AU came to an end, I was scared and worried. I didn't know how the hell I would be able to hack it on my own, without someone setting me up or providing more music to the fledgling list of artists I provided each week. Some where there's a picture of Colin at his last show taken by Iliana, it shows him giving a "thumbs up" and me looking scared out of my wits. That summed it up perfectly.
Junior year was the first year of Boozeday Tuesday. Colin and I didn't have a name for a show. We jokingly referred to it as "Happy Good-time party hour" or something lame, but nothing catchy. I came up with the name after me and my new roomate Frank (who I had befriended that same sophomore year at a Das Oath show) were sitting at home one night getting drunk and he drunkenly referred to Tuesdays as Boozeday Tuesdays for him, given he had no class on Wedesday. It clicked in my head and from that point on my Tuesday slot was referred to as "Boozeday Tuesday". Frank ended up being the impetus behind the emotion and feeling of that show. I might have been alone in the booth now, but I had that same companionship at home with Frank that drove each week to a new level of hilarity, boldness, raunchiness and straight out stupidity. I had material to work with every week on the microphone and with the knowledge and wisdom Colin emparted on me I became completely enthralled in WVAU. I was selected to be an assistant music director by Farley and Lindsay and I was in the radio station EVERY FREE MINUTE I had. I was working all the time, studying all the time, so my only moments of solace and fun came when I was in the studio, logging the music, reviewing the music, cataloging the music and broadcasting the music.
It was during this time that people started to pick up on my show and compliment me, people I thought didn't like me for whatever stupid reason I had conjured up. People in passing, would see me in the station and tell me that they liked me show or thought I was really funny. It meant a lot to me that people I didn't know real well were listening to something I took so seriously and was extremely personal. Slowly but surely I started to come out of that resentful turtle shell and into the lives of amazing people that had been there the entire time. They knew who I was, apparently everyone did and I guess everyone was just waiting for me to come up to them and say "hi".
Frank ended up taking the spot of someone who didn't do their show on Tuesdays. The rest of the year was a complete and utter shit show of awesomeness, loud music, and fun fucking times. With Frank playing after me, it was basically the Chris and Frank power four hours. Four hours, every Tuesday dedicated to playing music and honoring our favorite pastimes; boozin, druggin, and lovin. The second semester of junior year was probably the most fun and best at AU for me. I maintained my ASSDR position and went to the studio every Tuesday, determined to outdo the show from the week before and determined to have more fun with Frank for four hours with "Boozeday Tuesday" and "Exit Ritual".
I came into my senior year completely drained, emotionally and physically. Personally I had gone through the most brutal summer to date, and physically I was working 60-70 hours a week for a souless corporation that saw the CEO of the entire thing tell me, "I told you I was going to come here and humiliate you" on the street, in public and in front of a really good friend of mine. I came home to Boozeday with Exit Ritual and Frank backing me again, and for me, this was the only relief after a summer of shit, shit and more shit. Tuesday became my "off day". I took Tuesdays off permanently and dedicated my entire day to being in the studio, doing my ASSMD duties, and partying with Frank and all of you listeners. It was really special to me because this was the only day I had to rest and I spent it with so many people. This was my sabbath day and I kept it holier than my crusty underwear, by dedicating it to everyone who listened.
Last October I got to go to CMJ as, what I saw, was my reward for putting in so much time in the station and with the music. It was definitely the most fun I have had at AU, with people from AU and I got to see bands that I wouldn't see any where else and hear music I had never heard before. It was an amazing time filled with amazing experiences and times had with everyone involved. These were kids that were just as nerdy, geeky and serious about the radio as I was and it was with these kids that I bonded and forged awesome friendships with. All of the friends I have made in the last three years, I made because of WVAU and because of Boozeday. Hell, even if you've listened once for 3 minutes, I consider you my friend because you shared three minutes of me with you. I ended my last show that semester saying my goodbyes and thanks thinking that this was it and that my time at WVAU had abruptly and surprisingly come to an end.
I ended my last semester pretty bummed. I got pretty shitty grades (after two years of awesomeness). I had just found out I had enough credits to graduate and that Frank was leaving to study abroad in Kyoto. Worst, I realized my time at AU was coming to an end and that soon I'd be thrown into the real world with debt, full-time work hours, and a shitty side effect of the party theme I had displayed on my show for everyone to hear: alcoholism. In a nutshell, I was an adult and the realization of this hit me really hard and really fast. I went through some really tough and strenous personal ordeals and decided that maybe I could give Boozeday one last shot, one last hurrah as a thank you to everyone who listened and a fitting end to something that had brought me so much joy and happiness. I didn't know if I still qualified for a show being that technically I wasn't a student anymore, but I decided "what the hell" and gave it one last shot.
For whatever drunken reason and through whatever ass-backwards logic, Farley and company decided to let me stay on for one last semester: to say goodbye to everyone and to bring closure to a series of inappropriate phrases and conversations had on air, streaming through the internet. And I thank these people for providing this for me. I owe Farley, Lindsay, and Iliana so much gratitude for letting the Boozester go on one more ride, sending Boozester off into the sunset, drunk, as he was always meant to be.
This semester was rocky to say the least. My second week into my show, my ipod broke. My third week into my show my external hard drive broke (on air), and my fourth week, well there was no fourth week. I began to question whether or not I could actually finish off Boozeday because of the fact so many technical (and personal) mishaps seemed to be befalling me. These last four months have not been easy but at a certain point, I remembered that this was my only salvation and even though I dealt with a constant barrage of bullshit from all facets of life, for those two hours, in that station, every Tuesday, I was infuckingvincible.
So that brings me to this week. It's my last real show before I sign off, come back next week, speak very little and destroy everyone with what originally brought me to the radio, noise. This week though, I will be playing all the best songs I think I ever played on the radio throughout the last three years. In a sense, it's Boozeday's "Greatest Hits" or as I like to refer to it: BOOZEDAY TUESDAY'S GREAT ASS TITS. It's a little coarse I know, but you can't blame the kid for going out the way he came in. I hope some of you tune in, and if not that's cool. Just know that whoever listened has been a major part in me doing this and that I will never forget that. Thanks guys. And always remember, don't ever bring condoms, because we will never use them.
The Boozester.
2:12 AM
Neer-do-well: Chris
This used to be a forum for two people. Somewhere along the way one of those persons comandeered the site and proceeded to run it into the ground.
This is his story in his own words: music, sports, politics, all of it will be molested.
You talkin smack you little 12 yr-old?!?! Backhand!
