:: Music As Social Agitation Records::

:: Monday, September 06, 2004 ::

we are in albany today on a three hour layover before our first, and only, campus show. not sure how it will go, we are playing CUNY-Oneonta. we were in albany yesterday for a bit on our way to burlington, VT. which was a alright. i guess burlington is a sister city to bellingham. do they realize that it snows maybe twice a year in bellingham and that autumn usually lasts a few months at least? i don't think so. there is a huge lake (5th biggest in the world or something). it is called lake champlain. i am called lonely. i am having a hard time dealing with all this quick several hour at most relationships, "too lonely for these transparencies" is how i wrote it on my hand yesterday. "charming is amphibious," unrelated, lay next to it. i am listening to the lullaby, lullaby compilation that greg copied once again for me (since i lost the last one). this was one of the last albums that hit me hard in the Irving house. i miss them muchos i have postcards for them. i have no idea how anything in my life will be when i return. perhaps autumn this was probably the worst time of the year for me to leave for a month, as i wasn't doing well the months prior to leaving and am insanely upset at myself for how efficiently i push people away and out of my life. it has gotten bad. i haven't given my heart out in the open to anyone in years. fantastic. anyways, the radio bean in burlington was quaint and small. this dude mostly monkee was playing when we got there. turned out he had some early set time. we found out the show had to be done at 10pm and the fliers (listing four acts) said the show began at 9pm. carl, who helped with the show was nowhere to be found, neither was any audience greater than four heads, and me and tim decided to play the 8-9 hour, switching every three songs. carl and co, though unannounced to us, arrived and him and his posse (about 15 people) hung out outside until they went on. they didn't finish setting up until 9:20 and apparently weren't aware the show had to be done by 10pm. sean _____ opened up, these were all high school kids from Jericho (about 40 minutes outside of burlington), and played about 5 songs. than carl and co did about three songs, all pretty long and pretty two chord repetitive. both of them were goo dsongwriters though for being so young and it was really easy to sing melodies and harmonies along to their songs. we obviously couldn't stay at carls house and so we pestered the barista/bartender. there weren't really any all night diners or anything. we decided to go hang out at this club where a band called the aphrodesia (who were on a "just vote" tour and who also traveling in a huge bus that ran on 100% veggie-table oil. dope ass kids. they were from san fran and played african/worldly funk music, elaborate costumes and stage antics as well. i fucking loved them. a lot of demonstrating and protesting seems to be about confronting negativity's with communal positivity's and bright, cuture (like theatre, puppetry, costumes, music, etc) and it never occurred to me that the pinnacle in music for such revolutionizing is worldly funk music. so perfect for revolution. anyways... i wanted to talk to them after to see if they had gone to the RNCon, but tim wound up finding these two dudes whom we could stay with, they lived 10 minutes outside of town and we walked there with a cool lake breeze and half lazy moon. john and justin. not from burlington. college grads. dog named buckley. we had to leave at 5:30 am to get to the bus station on time. we took a nap at like 2:30am. nice.

syracuse was awesome. didn't get to see much of the town, liked i had wanted to (since my grandfather spent all my life there until coming to the NW to die). emily and her friends were all nice, beautiful people. i don't think syracuse lets ugly people live there. "the eaves" is their attic. and it is big. they did a nice job decorating it. they had a bar set up there. there house was amazing too. they were mostly industrial design majors. emily was a music industry major. they are thinking of moving to PDX. the whole set-up and such reminded me of the DOS in anacortes, right down to the amazing hospitality. we were the second show there. casiotone FTPA played the first with joel and emily and kats band the martha dumptruck massacre. CJ1 is playing in a few weeks. we played with tony presely and dan solomon. dan did spoken word, half comic and commentary, half set pieces. good stuff. charmingly political. tony played electric guitar and sang. he had only been doing both things at the same time for a month. they are on a 11 week tour and will be coming through bellingham in early october. i am tired. afterwards, we drank some more than made a trip to a foosball table. couldn't stay at that house so we went to another house and played atari and listened to nighthawks at the diner. i was sloshed. amazing i made it back to the eaves house without getting lost or passing out and i crashed on the second story porch. i had a hard time all night with the notion that i would be gone tomorrow and never see most these people again. this is where the loneliness started to hit hardcore. anyways... this bus is moving around too much... -matt

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