Monday, September 10, 2007
we are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams...
So, as I promised but minus the pictures.
The usual mess of craziness prevailed. Every creature from every walk of life, lumbering about. I admit I may have had a wee bit too much red wine that evening. But all was well. It came to about 45 min. until First Friday was over when I spotted a peculiar sight... I saw three grown men cornering two twelve year old kids almost against a wall. So, naturally I had to poke my nose in their business. The three grown men were "Born Again" Christians and the two twelve year old kids happened to ask a question that got them backed up against a wall by these religious fucking nutter's. I stepped between the two kids and the "fanatics" and told the kids they could leave if they wanted at which they shook there heads "yes" and ran off. At that point I had to ask these bible thumping fuckwads why they felt it was necessary to bully Christ into the hearts of defenseless pre-teens. They claimed they would never impose "their" will on anybody... it was up to the detainee... I mean "person" they were speaking to, to find Jesus on their own. Of course I called bullshit and they tried to come up with a witty brain buster to every one of my logical questions. The best was when I got this little nugget of wisdom, and I quote:
Jesus Jerkoff = JJ
The Captain = CP
JJ: "What if I were driving down the road and I dropped my cell phone in the car and I turned away from the wheel, just for a moment, And when I looked up I was barreling down on a little kid on his bike and killed him? When I go to court I see the judge, I tell the judge I am truly sorry for what happened, that I have lived a righteous life. That I had never erred before in my life. What do you think that judge would say and do?"
CP: "Probably throw the book at you despite your good clean living."
JJ: "That's right! But what would God say? He would embrace my heart and know my sorrow for the deed that had been done, as there is no higher court than God. As Jesus died for my sin's and I have accepted him into my heart."
CP: "So let me ask you this, your saying... in a nutshell... that you were "theoretically" driving down the street in a christian mobile, let's say a "Volvo". And all due to what kind of car you drive the big guy upstairs says all is forgiven. Now what if you live a righteous life and are a Muslim or Mormon? A Lutheran or Catholic... and you have obeyed every "Christian" commandment, you go to Hell no matter what? So a Volvo is OK to get into heaven but driving a Chevy (Being Muslim), or a Hyundai (Being Mormon) or whatever... is a no go eh? God's just a big ass bully that only endorses one kind of car (religion...yours specifically?) no matter what. That is the stupidest shit I have ever heard in my life."
CP: I gotta go, I can respect believing in something but to tell everyone else they are wrong is just stupid. I don't think God cares what church you worship out of. As long as you are a good person with a good heart and soul I think all is well. If God is all powerful and all knowing... I think he has to have a sense of humor.
And as I walked away I got a collective... "We love you man... Christ loves you." amen.
____________________________________________________________________ "Angels and Airwaves"
I got the privilege of seeing the band Angels and Airwaves, poolside at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino. And let me tell you... Fucking Misery... All these nasty whorish vapid sluts walking around half naked talking about shit a clinical retard would roll his eyes at. And of course every guy walking around shirtless in board shorts constantly fucking high fiving one another, Saying stiff like "Dude!" and "Bro!". So the band is supposed to start at 7:30 and don't decide to go on till 8:15-ish. I can't lie and tell you the music sucked, they sounded damn near amazing. Angels and Airwaves has this next level sound to them that just makes you feel taken away. It's nice when somebody like Tom from Blink-182 grows up a bit. Just like the first Bad Astronaut cd that Joey Cape put out... good tunes. The issue I had was the short ass 45 min. set. Come the fuck on man! I waited standing like a dumb fuck amongst the most superficial fucks in Vegas for almost an hour for you to put on a 45 min. set and then abandon ship? Fuck that. Oh, I almost forgot to add in that it took all my zen magic to stop myself from beating the dumb fuck frat boys next to me during the whole concert, and also I didn't want to get Frank the Tank kicked out and miss the show that he paid for. (both of our tickets.) But the music was beyond amazing. I would close my eyes periodically and just feel the music wash over me and take me away from the horrible people I was standing with. On the way out the girl in front of me was kind of stagger zombie walking with a light trickle of blood coming from her right nostril. Another girl said to her, hey are you alright? And nosebleed girl answered in a sleepy like manner as she wiped the blood gently away with one finger.. Yeah I am fine. Why are you asking? I am OK. To which the other girl replied in an annoyed tone.. Just trying to look out girl.
The Captain Say's: TOO MUCH COKE FUCKS YOU UP KIDS!
Viva Las Vegas.
But.... the night had just begun!!!!!
"Linkin Park" Let me start off by saying... In no way do I endorse the whole "Nu-Metal Rap Rock Formula that has been slowly killing alternative and decent rock music for the last ten or so years (Thanks Fred "I am so hardcore I am a bitch" Durst). Also, let me say that I have never really been a fan of Linkin Park. I always thought it was a shame that the "Singer" (not the little rapper guy who is also in "Fort Minor") Chester had such an amazing voice and yell that he was wasting on a band that had to throw in the nu-metal rap crap. I always would start digging a song and suddenly there would be all this stuck in the middle, fucking up the song rap. But, again Frank bought the tickets and wanted me to go so there I was. Here it is folks the good, the bad and the ugly. The Good: Linkin Park was incredibly tight. There sound was damn near cd quality and you could literally feel every drum beat, bass drop or guitar riff that was delivered. Chester screams like a fucking maniac and it sounds amazing. That rapper guy in the group? Totally likable and constantly pumping the crowd! Even venturing out into the crowd to let the fans sing along to a song. Now, I am not saying I am gonna rush out and buy all there shit, But.. they put on a hell of a show. Near the end they played a song that took me by the balls... it was just pure amazing... an emotionally charged song called "Shadow of the day". So good in fact that after I got home (after waiting in level 4 of the Hard Rocks impish fucking parking garage) I got online and downloaded that song immediately. And it gives me hope that with just a little time they can truly become something amazing. The Bad: Linkin Park fans. Imagine.... if you will, Aliens abducting people to attend the show. Do they abduct normal folk? No, of course not.. They abduct every speed taking meth head kid from every trailer park in Las Vegas and Henderson. I have been to rough shows... Danzig, Nine Inch Nails, countless Hardcore and Punk shows... shit even some rough Ska shows. But these fucking animal bastards weren't just roughly enjoying the show. They were beating the piss out of each other like savages in a sequel to Lord of the fucking Flies! I could only watch the band half the time as I was convinced some sloppy drunk fuck with the meth smile was going to drop kick me in the face and action would be called upon. Luckily for all it didn't come to that. The Ugly: I mentioned it briefly but let me delve a wee bit shall I? The Parking Garage at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino sucks balls. It took us near an hour to get down 4 levels. I thought I was going to lose it but luckily me and Frank just listened to The Vandals and had a good laugh. Last but not least.
"The Harvest festival"
Gina's art was really well received by people of all ages and she did exceptionally well! I am very proud of her and for her in moments like that. The people that were selling there, were so nice it was incredible. Our booth of Gina's Artwork was cross ways from this booth selling DVDs that had pleasant outdoor scenery with harp and piano music and I tell you what... That stuff was working it's magic on me. I had befriended the lady in the booth and asked for a business card so I could maybe order one at a later junction as we really couldn't spend what we were making. I told her I could use the scenes of the ocean surf to the harp music to unwind after a weird or troublesome day at my school district job, which for those of you that don't know is working at a behavioral school as campus security. Ninety percent of the kids at my school are there for drugs, violence or weapons. And if they fight or have a meltdown... I am the guy to "pacify" and "control" them. Anyhow, she asked a ton of questions in regard to what I do and what kinds of kids are at my school. She said to me, "So, they are just really bad kids huh?" and I replied, "No mam, just a school of decent kids who made bad decisions". She was genuinely touched at my feelings for the kids at my school and how much I care about my job. I went back to Gina's booth space and not nearly five minuets later she comes over with this white bag and hands me it saying "You have a good heart and you are going places, Please take these, I think you deserve them." And she left back to her tent despite my telling her no. Inside was two DVDs of ocean sea scape and lagoon visuals accommodated by harp music. She gave me a gift for just being me. I was touched damn near to tears and didn't know what to say. So, Gina brought her over a Cat print of one of her paintings and a cat painted box as a thank you. It was nice to have a sweet and good natured stranger think good of me. I wish it happened more often. And anyways... my favorite reaction was when one older lady literally crossed the isle to get away from Gina's booth and yelled out as she passed "DEVILS WORK! DEVILS WORK!". You can't buy that kind of public comment and criticism. We met a bunch of really cool people and hopefully can forge new friendships and alliances FROM this past weekend.
Lastly, Anyone who has picked up my zine and followed the bread crumb trail here I thank you for being curious enough to get the cat killed.
Here be some poem and then I be a sleepy Captain....
the empty grave indicates i am sick of being dead
i have felt this cold before.
where the breath comes out in thick streams of fog.
standing around in moonlit graveyards trying to pretend as if i didn't miss you.
so i pace around this grave stone.
i wait with my legs dangling just barely inside the hole. knocking the loose dirt off my shoes and brushing the dust from my best suite.
i carve our initials into a tree in hopes that you might someday stumble upon it and be shocked into remembering me... loving me.
i sigh and think to myself that i can always try again tomorrow night.
i will wait for you forever.
goodnight worm foodies
"all i ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by"
from Sea Fever by John Masefield
How can you save me when you can't save yourself?
"nothing can save
it keeps the walls
— Charles Bukowski
it keeps the walls
— Charles Bukowski