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Enegren Oktoberfest/ Valkyrie
12/6/2019 | 0 comments

 

Had a nice holiday weekend of Canyonback hikes with the dogs. It's been raining a couple days a week lately, so we've been going on the side with the army base thing mostly, as it's less muddy. Went on the regular side this week, and the bulldozers were back, this time tearing up the main trail. So something is up.

Mom was at the house when I got back from my overnight and hikes Sunday morning. She'd already made the pies and was working on another dish. We had a nice big dinner together with all of the traditional dishes.

She had to leave Monday morning to get back up north. Now she's staying with her boyfriend in the trailer in Monterey. She leaves for Hawaii in about a week (flying from SF). And then a week after that, I will be joining her there. Really looking forward to it. Haven't been to Hawaii in almost five years (I believe), and there's a lot of family to see over there.

My truck started having engine issues on the way to work on Wednesday night. Extra bummed because there's at least one less Canyonback hike for us. I was scared to drive it home Thursday morning, so I got a tow. 5 miles more than what AAA covers, so it cost $50 to get it home. My sister's husband is a mechanic and he said he'd look at it, but forgot to bring the diagnostic thingy home last night. No idea what my timeline is for getting it fixed. I fear more hikes will be missed out on, which is unfortunate since our trips will already be shortened due to me being away for a week. Poor dogs will be bored and unexercised without me around. 

Otherwise not much. I've been really lazy, in addition to having a bit of a cold. Apparently sitting around all day feeling unmotivated and bored might indicate depression. I mean, I do feel better overall with the hormonal changes, much more emotionally stable. But I think I'm still a pretty dour and joyless person, all together. 

On the plus side, Shaky Knees has a cool lineup next year, and Coachella's announcement is only a month away.

Holiday Haze/ Liefmans Goudebandu
11/28/2019 | 0 comments

Last Wednesday was cold and drizzly, so I decided to take the dogs to Canyonback for our first trip in months, now that the snakes are away. Saw some big bulldozers and earth-movers upon first arriving, and a crew of people in bright orange jackets. Strange.

Started on the hike and immediately noticed the side trail to the right had been plowed down. I wondered why.

Continuing up the first big hill, and the same thing. The thing had been plowed. Well, there had been fires in the area, not that exact area, but closer to the Getty and down by the freeway. So maybe it was a fire thing? But no, the main trail was still crowded with dead shrubs and tumble weeds.

Started going up the main big hill, and saw my favorite side trail decimated. Trees cut in half, all greenery plowed down, just bare earth, twenty yards wide. This is beginning to look quite terrible, indeed.

The next two hills, and the same. It had become apparent that they’d intentionally bulldozed the little side trails going up and down the hills. Six inch of trail now displaced by ten-yard-wide destruction. My heart was hurting.

I thought it would stop at the second chain-link fence, but it went beyond that, on through the last bit of trail before it ends at the housing complex. Just the side trails, totally decimated. There were paw and shoe prints and tire treads in the bare earth, so people were still walking where the small trails had once wound through the shrubs and up the rocky hill slopes. I felt violated. Something beautiful had been destoyed, and I didn’t understand why, and I don’t understand why. I just cursed how terrible humans can be. Monsters in skin suits. It was not a happy return to my favorite place in this cursed metropolis. I was so happy to be going back, but it was just soul-crushing, and to have happened a few days after saying good-bye to my grandpa’s house for the last time was too much.

We haven’t been back yet. We will, but I’m still sad about it, and that’s just going to go on. We’ve been getting rain, so the plants will start growing back soon, hopefully. The ripped-up trees will hopefully recover. The hikers will form new trails. It just seems so senseless right now. Why spend money on that?

Saw Scott on Friday for dinner. He was sick, but didn’t warn me of that beforehand. Been feeling a little off since. Thanks, bud.

Went to Hollywood Monday to pick up my prescription and visit Amoeba. I'd taken about 100 of my grandpa's classical CDs to trade in, but the buyer didn't want to take any of them, so I had to haul those around with me. I believe I've turned in classical before, and they for sure sell classical, so I didn't understand. He told me to take them to some place In Santa Monica, but I go to Amoeba because it's easy to get to on the bus. So I'll try again with a few later and hope it's a different guy (it was my first time seeing him in the five or so times I've turned in a bit batch).

 

Now it’s the week of Thanksgiving (indeed it’s Thanksgiving today). I work every night but Tuesday, and my dad had mentioned hoping to see me, so after I got off of work Tuesday morning, I headed up there with Sabrina.

It wasn’t the best of trips. It was just him Tuesday night, his wife being away with her family. I love having her around, because she can act as a buffer when he starts going off the rails. He took me to dinner at a Chinese restaurant, and we’d been civilly discussing Hong Kong’s situation, but he eventually got off the rails. He’s very argumentative and difficult to talk to, as his self-esteem is tied into proving that he knows more than anyone else, and it eventually descended into personal insults about the family that were tough to hear.

Anyway, we went back and I got him to talk about his father instead, which is really the only thing he can discuss respectfully. We played a couple of rounds of cribbage, and then thank goodness his wife got home early. She could see how tired I was (didn’t sleep well at work Monday night), and got him to let me go to bed.

He was up early Wednesday morning, and wanted to get into it again almost right off the bat. As I said, he just wants to argue about the stupidest stuff, so we were getting heated about why South Africans didn’t become sea-faring like Northern Europeans and how important horses were to empire building, and he was just yelling at this point, so I grabbed Sabrina and left to go on a long walk alone with her. It had been raining during the night, and went off-and-on during the day, but thank God it wasn’t at this time.

The park we visited had some exercise equipment, so I decided to see if I could do a pullup, having not done one in probably 25 years. And I can! Did one pullup and one chinup and felt quite accomplished.

I went back to the house after a couple of hours, and we started up on cribbage again, but hadn’t gotten through half a game before I had to walk away from him again. Took a long shower, and when I was out, he was shut in his room. So I had a good heart-to-heart with his wife about how he’s changed and getting worse, as well about just stuff about us. She asked if I was sick because my voice is lower, and I was able to truthfully say I was a bit, but didn’t tell her the whole story. Still haven’t told dad that whole thing. Don’t know how he’ll react, and I think it’ll just be something else he can use against me to hurt me when he feels he needs to get that power.

Anyway, the two of us had a nice lunch, and I was glad because I’d been ready to storm out of there and get to work hours early if I had to. Dad rejoined us after that, and we played a couple more rounds of cribbage without him bringing anything up. But I still left as soon as I felt I could comfortably, giving excuses about weather and traffic.

Stopped at Rincon on the way back for a pit stop, but it was super windy and cold, the ocean whitecapped and choppy.

Got to work an hour early and took Sabrina for a long walk before walking a work dog. It was nice to just have Sabrina with me. Much less stressful than having Ripley along. Sometimes I miss it being just Sabrina and me.

The rain started up again just as I was finished with my walks, and I spent my night with about sixty dogs.

It was raining when I got up this morning, and hasn’t stopped since. We’ve desperately needed it here in California, but I also need to walk the dogs, so I hope it lets up for a bit at some point.

Not much of a Thanksgiving for me today. I’ll get the annual provided meal at work, which is really just mashed potatoes and rolls for me (and hopefully there’ll still be some pie). My sister and family are going to husband’s family’s house. My mom should be here Sunday, but if not, then probably Monday, and we’ll do a little family thing here.

Sugar Shack/ To-Gose
11/19/2019 | 0 comments

I’ve made it up through 2016 in my blog backup project, and I’m on page 32! So yeah, only written thirty pages in three years. Pretty shameful. Really hope I eventually wrote up the second day of FYF 2016, as I haven’t come across it yet. So many festival experiences yet to write…

Two Sundays ago, I went up to my grandparents’ old house for the last time. Took the dogs for a final visit. Didn’t stop on the way up or back, to maximize time up there.

First we went to an early dinner with my aunt and uncle (and sister and nephew, who were already there) at Old Juan’s, a favorite Mexican restaurant in the area down at the end of Grand Ave. I can remember going there a couple of times with my grandparents over the years. It was delicious.

My aunt and uncle left from there, and the rest of us got ice cream in the town village, at the old favorite spot that I’d so loved as a kid with the toy train going around the perimeter up at the ceiling. I hadn’t been for years, and they’ve done some remodeling, but the ice cream is just as delicious as ever.

Got back to the house and saw my other aunt and her partner. People were there this weekend to take the bulk of the furniture and sundry items. My aunt claimed a lot of it and was going to be hiring a moving truck to haul it back to the east coast, where she’d recently acquired a condo that required furnishings. Some of it was going into storage (my mom’s portion). I was tasked with taking as much of the stuff as we were getting back with me in the truck.

Didn’t sleep particularly well that night, stuck on a couch.

In the morning, we got as much of it into the back of the truck as would fit. We got the other curio cabinet in diagonally, and a table. Every bit of remaining space was filled with boxes and pillows, gardening equipment, lamps, and whatever else we felt safe packing.

It was sad pulling away, knowing I wouldn’t be seeing the place again. It’s been hard these last five years, losing an aunt and each grandparent, as well as the Big Bear Cabin and now the Arroyo Grande house. But one day I’m going to lose everything always and forever, so these small losses in property trifle in comparison.

Went straight to work with no stopping (we did get the dogs one last beach trip before I left). It was Veteran’s Day, but the traffic was not much easier than normal, unfortunately.

Finally got back on Tuesday and unpacked what I could before my sister came home on her lunch break to help with the table and cabinet. Spent the rest of the day going through things.

One of the things saved aside for me was a box of photos from Big Bear. Tons of cabin pictures, exterior and interior. I could probably build a dollhouse version of the cabinet and decorate the interior with these photos and get close to having a mini of the real thing. Also lots of photos of family, which I put into a mostly-empty photo book I have. Lots of lake exteriors and mountain shots. I don’t know what to do with most of them.

My sister went up again on the weekend and brought another carload of boxes down: old family dishwear and books and other things gone unclaimed by the aunts. There was ultimately just too much.

Mom’s last day in the house was Monday. It’s out of the family now. She’s gone north to Monterey, where her boyfriend lives. She’ll be up there, visiting us, seeing a friend in Tucson, and getting over to Hawaii for December.

Oh, I’ve bought my flights for Hawaii! I’ll be spending Christmas over there! Can’t remember the last time I actually celebrated Christmas. It’s my Hawaii sister’s birthday, and apparently she always has a big party on the beach, so it’ll be nice to be able to join for that. And I’ll get to see my brother and his family, as well as my uncle and his family, and maybe one of my aunts. Can’t wait!

So it’s been a busy couple of weeks.

Hoplanta/ Rowdy and Proud
11/15/2019 | 0 comments

Shaky Knees, Day 1 (Fri, May 3, 2019 – Atlanta, GA)

My friend Hayely and I are quite compatible in all aspects except for one glaring exception: I am a day person, and she is a night person. Any time we’ve attended a festival together, I’ve been there for hours before she’s even arrived. Which has mostly been fine, as I’ve always made my own way, and she’s made hers, and we’ve met up later and all has been good. But Shaky Knees is the first festival that I’ve relied on her to get to. So clearly some compromises were to be ahead for us for the weekend ahead of us. And all of it complicated by the fact that she also has a toddler now.

To her credit, she let me get there early(ish…4:00 PM) on Friday so that I could see Sharon Van Etten.

But I’m getting slightly ahead.

We parked Brenda (her car) at her husband’s work and then took an Uber over to the site, part park with baseball diamond, part residential area, quite hilly and tre-filled. I was rather insistent upon seeing Van Etten, whom I’ve been a fan of for years but never seen live.

Security to get in was nothing, even easier than Desert Daze. Van Etten was already playing when we arrived, so I guess we got there around 4:00. Almost immediately upon entering, we were being offered energy bars. Free food?! At a festival?! We are not in California any more…

First we made a pit stop to use restrooms and so I could fill up my water bottle. And, in my instance, of course, take acid. I ate half of the sour patch kid Neil had given me with a drop of the acid I’d purchased from him on each side.

Van Etten sounded great. She played some of my favorite songs of hers. The stage, interestingly enough, was on a baseball field. Hayley and I went to get beers. You mean this festival lets me take my canned beer anywhere on site? I think I’m in love already…

After Van Etten, we switched to the other side of the hill and listened to Liz Phair as the acid started to really kick in for me. Strong stuff, much stronger than I was anticipating/am comfortable with. Thank god I’d only taken one half! But oh well, buy the ticket, take the ride. I tripped out a bit on the crowd, how Southern everyone looked. But at least tons of people were wearing band shirts. I’m often in an extreme minority in that regard, particularly at Coachella. It was nice to see people who appreciated the same music I did and wore it proudly. But my god did some of them just look Southern. It was weird. And there were people of all ages, too; whole families, even. It was all very familiar, but also so very different.

The acid was hitting quite strong and I was feeling very uncomfortable when we switched sides of the hill again for Tash Sultana. There were two main stages on one side of the fest – one down in a valley on a baseball field, and one on top of the hill that the valley was underneath, and they switched back and forth, one act at the top starting as soon as the one at the bottom ended. The same, it turned out, could be said on the other side of the festival, where two stages (an upper in a wooded area and lower in a parking lot) also went back-and-forth. But that’s getting a little ahead.

I hadn’t seen Tash at Coachella as she’s been playing opposite David Byrne, but had heard great things. So I was looking forward to her set. The body load an acid weirdness was completely washing over me at this point, and I felt super duper weird and uncomfortable. My stomach was rioting the whole time, and I felt the humidity of the weather sticking to my skin. (Given later weather, I suspect it wasn’t even very humid and that it was just the body load playing tricks on me). I couldn’t do much but lie there, fell weird, and try to keep my intestines from rioting.

Hayley asked if I was tripping and I told her things were weird. She mentioned, now or later, that she can tell when I’m on acid and doesn’t like it. Between this and my later Desert Daze experience, I’ve decided I can’t take acid of the first days anymore; my headspace is way too jacked-up with first-day activities and anxieties that adding acid to the mix always makes for a worse time. I need to save the stuff until I’m more comfortable with my surroundings.

Anyway, Tash was quite good, but the sets are longer at this festival (she played for an hour), and my headspace was so off that it all seemed interminable. I should’ve dealt with my stomach, but the come-up was so strong that I didn’t want to move, and instead laid down on the hill for the whole performance, eyes closed, wishing things were otherwise.

After Sultana, we walked down a residential street to the other side of the festival, where two smaller stages were going. We found a place to sit under a tree and listened to Thee Oh Sees, who were playing in the parking lot below us. Before getting too comfortable, I headed over to the potties, and wished I could have apologized to the person who had to use the thing after I destroyed it with my acid-upset stomach abominations. It was horrific, but I felt much, much better after. Sorry, fellow human!

We laid down next to each other under the tree for Oh Sees, joking that we were finally under our big, gay tree (inside joke).

After Oh Sees, we stayed put and listened to Foxing. They were half meh and half really good. Their music incorporated a lot of styles, and some they really nailed.

Sitting up, we noticed this iridescent green jumping spider that was following us around. No matter where we scooched to under this tree, the thing was following us, jumping in our direction, its eyes going about in crazy green glowing circles. I asked if I was hallucinating this part, but she confirmed that its eyes were seemingly whirling around in its head (turns out that was its fangs that it was waving about). I joked that we must’ve sat on its wife and the thing was now bent on revenge, so persistent was it in following us. After laughing about this and moving for maybe ten minutes, we just got up and changes locations entirely.

After Foxing, we walked over to the main part of the fest, but Incubus was still on. Neither of us like them, and indeed we both quite dislike them, so we sat on the curb between the two sections of festival and joked about how awful they were and called them “Succubus” because of how much they suck.

Tears for Fears was next, at the top of the hill. “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” started and really drew a crowd in. We went to their stage, but everyone was flooding into the area. We stayed for just that one song before getting a place under the trees on the hill and reminisced about how much we’d both loved Tears for Fears in high school. Their set was super nostalgic for both of us, just hit after hit. I felt great at this point, really enjoying their familiar songs. And they did a great cover of “Creep,” which made me happy.

The headliner for the night was Beck, whom I was quite looking forward to. We got a place that I thought would be good near the base of the hill, but once Tears ended and people filed back down to the baseball field, our view was mostly taken away. Rookie mistake, but we continued sitting there.

Beck started with “Devil’s Haircut”, which just doesn’t sound great live, IMO, and I was a little worried. But then he got going. Did a great version of “Loser” that had the whole crowd singing the chorus. It was great to be in a crowd that likes the same kind of music that I do and was fully there for the acts playing. Coachella crowd really has me jaded, but it was a lot of fun to hear the whole place going off.

Half-way through he got the acoustic guitars out, and they did a great version of Debra, which is always hilarious to see him do live (due to the comedic improve bits – and the line “Step into my Hyundai” always gets me) and a lovely version of “Lost Cause”, which Hayley liked (I gather “Sea Change” is really the only Beck she likes).

But then he got into new stuff, and Hayley was complaining about the volume and was coming down with a headache, so we left a little early. He’d just come back from encore and was playing “Where It’s At” as we were leaving, and I was able to share that Beck was the first concert I’d seen, back on the Odelay tour.

So we missed the encore, but here’s the set list, anyway:

·  Devils Haircut

·  Loser

·  Mixed Bizness

·  Black Tambourine

·  Qué onda güero

·  The New Pollution

·  Wow

·  Debra

·  Think I'm in Love

·  Go It Alone

·  Lost Cause

·  Blue Moon

·  Dreams

·  Girl

·  Up All Night

·  Sexx Laws

(With "I've Got a Feeling" intro snippet)

·  E-Pro

·  Encore:

·  Where It's At

·  Good Times (Chic cover)  

·  Miss You (The Rolling Stones cover)  

·  Blue Monday (New Order cover)

·  Once in a Lifetime (Talking Heads cover)

·  In the Air Tonight / Drum Solo (Phil Collins cover snippet /… more )

·  Saw Lightning (Harmonica solo with Beck intro)

·  Where It's At (Reprise)

 

After waiting for about ten minutes, we Ubered back to Brenda. She wanted me to drive back (she was on Adderall, or something), and it was a bit odd driving an automatic again. I made some comment about feeling like I was driving in a video game, which made her concerned given the acid, but I was feeling fine and managed to take us back to her place (about a 45-minute drive away) safely.  Downtown Atlanta reminded me of driving in Dallas, truth be told.

And that was my first encounter with the Shaky Knees music festival.

Dragon Scale/ BBA Ten Fidy
11/9/2019 | 0 comments

 

Recently realized that I hadn't backed up my Word document of this blog since July of 2012! Oops! So I've started getting back on that. Making separate docs of the festival write-ups as I go along, so those are handy. Looks like I never wrote up FYF 2012 or Coachella 2013 (and a few other important things from that era, as well as more recent events). I'm going to try to scrape my brain for memories and add all that until I'm caught up. Hopefully I will have the discipline to do those on Thursdays. Maybe if I make it a thing, I'll actually do it.

Saw the Bauhaus reunion on Sunday. I'm not much of a fan, but between this and Coachella, have managed to see them reunite a couple of times. Peter Murphy walked on stage this time (he came out hanging upside down for Coachella, and sang the entirety of "Bela Lugosi's Dead" that way). It was the first night post time change, and I was honestly too tired to enjoy it. They didn't sound that good, and I wasn't familiar with most of it (BLD and "She's in Parties" are the only songs of their I know). Apparently they played several songs that they hadn't played since the early 80s, but I had no clue. I really just wanted to be home in bed. Seeing the old goths of Hollywood was entertaining, at least. 

Not much else happened this week. Gave the dogs a bath. Sabrina gets so soft when she's clean.

Tomorrow I go up to my grandparents' house for the last time. It's the last of the homes of my youth that's still in my life. Gonna be tough to say goodbye to the place and the area it's in. Not to mention mom will no longer be living in the area once she's moved out from there. Her man lives in Monterey, which isn't somewhere I can drive to in the time I have off work during the week. So who knows what the future holds there. 

My dad lives a bit south of there, so I'm not done with Central CA forever. But he doesn't live in an area that's nearly as dog-friendly, alas. Mom says she'll come down and visit. But with Big Bear gone and now this, it's been a tough year of leaving beloved places behind.

At least I didn't lose any people this year (knock on wood; we've got a few weeks left).

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nadineynuisance "(cunt)"
Hollywood "(triceratops)"
jessecake "( )"
Malvenkemo "(My favourite French words are pneu and pamplemousse. )"
namicoj "( )"
Stitch Faced Angel "(Strudle)"
pierced-boy "(love)"
Dreadlocksmile "(apocalyptic)"
doxgukka "(monkey)"
george_the_ballerina "(saucy)"
xJessiCUNTx "(cunt)"
Chronics "(cunt)"
Povallsky "(See, I was thinking of getting an adamantium helmet...)"
clubberdude1981 "(Merge)"
Fuzz "(Cuntwhapple)"
Cmhionn "(Skwerl)"
11 "(Murmel)"
The_Voodoo_Dolly "(abso-fucking-lutely)"
ColeMine "(discombobulated)"
Emily Post-Punk "(slyboots)"
Tovie "(quixotic)"
nekokichi "(cunt)"
:with love and squalor: "(conundrum)"
KnifeInTheMarathon "(suamaetrepanofiadaputa)"
BeccaMonster "(Wonky)"
ookumbubbleoo "( )"
Chadgrisly "(Obscure)"
majikan "(kutjes)"
the pierced russian "(fuck)"
Nero "(kluge)"
Amadahy "(aight)"
evilpixie "(discombobulate because it has Disco and Bob)"
ShesSoVaVaVoom "(kumquat)"
Mythology "(outlandish)"
ColdSweat "(Cockbadger)"
fluffyreptile "(cooder)"
dboard9 "(Nipples.)"
brian.johnson "(prehensile)"
Morgue "(Turmoil)"
Jemma.m "(flannel!)"
())crayon))> "(sleep)"
Somech1ck "(fuck)"
DIY'er "(Arrrrrr!)"
livid "(llama)"
AnotherBleedingHeart "(therefore)"
EziliGede "(fuck-nut)"
Kid Presentable "(crapshoot)"
Crowned Dragon "(pernicious)"
nufger "(success)"
jody "(murder)"
blackwinghalo "(spanakopita)"
Funky "(funkadelic)"
FauxPas "(Indubitably)"
Chevo "(FUCK)"
Knulp "(quark)"
chickadee2084 "( )"
Caroline June "(Litotes)"
Auryn "( )"
Celticgent "(YES.)"
soulmom "(shenanigans & bombardment)"
second place "(snow)"
Snow White "(crumbs, cunt and jinkies)"
TattoedMat "( )"
XkuruX "(irrelevant)"
asphixiation "(Coitus. Why isn't it used more now? Thanks for signing!)"
SVEN "(thats money)"
shpluck "(portal)"
verve729 "(Soliloquy)"
kermee "(stuff)"
Jinxed "(No)"
Alledria "(currently it's "effusive")"
fieryn "(epitome)"
Jareb "(cunt.... sorry, but i love it!!!!!)"
Hail "(boobies)"
MartiniBuiltForTwo "(fuck- or trepidation )"
asparagus "(banana)"
DrLouLou "(Hello hello!)"
Leroy "(Smeg)"
blackandblue "( )"
ConchyMcBleed "(brrrmmmm)"
MsNightingale "( )"
dazedeagle "(shit. I say it all the time, I have a shit problem.)"
Elfling "(thank you for the birthday wishes!!! )"
Melissa "(shitass)"
little_miss_pirate "(bangle)"
christina bo bina "(bologna!)"
perpetual "(chicken eye and seductive)"
luckyshamrock "(whiplash and i like guttersnipe too)"
no_pants "(Blech!)"
JennaG "(ooze)"
Stardust "(achtung- a German word that sounds like projectile vomiting =D)"
color me blood red "(shit)"
indigo_dream "(quite)"
dopesong "(anaesthetic)"
Kittie.Lee "(Audacity)"
Glow "(Monty Python??? I never made it through any of them.. I suck. )"
The_Prophet "(Antidisestablishmentarianism)"
filosofadelaspollas "(hullabaloo)"
kit33 "(Twitterpated or Incognito)"
GypsyDissident "(Cooch)"
ctlnpg "(diminutive.)"
Cerberus_the_dog "(Shag)"
deadinblood "(rediculous)"
Jenna Saisquoi "(discombobulated)"
TMHahn "("fuckheads" has been relevent recently.)"
ivy "("fuck" for t3h w1n!!!)"
solocard "(moist...)"
Mrs Wolf "(Innigkeit)"
deadvin "(exudate)"
OneOwner "(supercalifragilisticexpialidocious)"  

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