I'm finally feeling a like I have a place in Chicago. I still kind of hate it, not gonna lie. It's supposed to snow AGAIN!!
I saw Sacred Shock twice over the weekend with a great band whose name I'm too stupid to remember. Something like Deskonocidos. Good crap. But I think the repetition felt like familiarity and tricked me into feeling comfortable for a little while. And I'm getting to know some pretty great punk rockers up here. Like Craig Kamrath. He takes photos with a camera and his last name is sounds like Cam-wrath. What more could I ask for?
Ha ha ha. Yes, life is good.
But in all seriousness I'm pretty close to a murder-suicide spree. Maybe just a suicide spree. Maybe just a house party. Somehow that seems like the next logical step to me.
Plant OUT!!!
I'm trying out new sign-offs.
And that the news in my neck of the woods.
Yes?
Keep fighting for Punkarchy.
Yes, because Punkarchy will never die.
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Keep fighting for Punkarchy.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
One Step Towards Sanity
Neat! There are a few mountains that are temporarily safe from being exploded, and a few streams safe from being lethally toxic! Only all the rest of them to go.
Why is West Virginia the only dry state left?
They're all miners.
Why is West Virginia the only dry state left?
They're all miners.
Monday, March 23, 2009
When I don't write something on this blog that I want to, it's because I'm trying to save one person or another from being offended, incriminated or flattered. But I figure it's time I do those things.
Offend: Gun control is for idiots who like to get raped with both hands behind their back.
Incriminate: Ben Smith was and is an AIG bonus recipient.
Flatter: I've been listening to a lot of Corbeta Corbata lately.
All of that is true.
When I don't post music on this blog, it's because the world has enough redundant music blogs. But this isn't a music blog. This is a Scott Plant blog. So in keeping with the theme of things important to Scott F Plant, here are my 10 songs of the month.
Offend: Gun control is for idiots who like to get raped with both hands behind their back.
Incriminate: Ben Smith was and is an AIG bonus recipient.
Flatter: I've been listening to a lot of Corbeta Corbata lately.
All of that is true.
When I don't post music on this blog, it's because the world has enough redundant music blogs. But this isn't a music blog. This is a Scott Plant blog. So in keeping with the theme of things important to Scott F Plant, here are my 10 songs of the month.
- Sick on You - The Boys 1st LP Could anything be more punk?
- Spent it All - Short Hate Temper, off split LP w/ Slight Slappers Could anything be more 90's? I mean that in the best way. The tones took a while to grow on me, but now I realize this record clobbers all.
- Dreaming - Leatherface, BBC Sessions Live and sad.
- Not Me - SOB, Leave Me Alone 7" I remember buying a bootleg of this record off the singer of Infestation of Ass in the early '00s, didn't stick to me till much later. Sometimes you have to be an idiot for a while before you're not.
- Here Should Be My Home - No Age, Nouns LP Remember how much trouble I had with this? I don't know how much of this is genuinely liking the record and how much is elation at the fact that I actually got it on my computer.
- Fashion Hurts - Xex, 1st LP Fun and true!
- Digital Stimulation - The Units, Digital Stimulation LP Titular track from a Titular band.
- Fucking Invincible at One A.M. - The Swarm, Parasitic Skies 10" HEAVY!! PISSED!! INTRO!!
- World War Three - Maimed for Life, s/t 7" Little known band from Florida, circa '85. There are many songs titled World War Three, or WWIII, or the like... This is the best. Direct Control ripped off their sound and song title with much success.
- Damaged Goods - Gang of Four, Entertainment LP Ironically, my favorite GOF song is the one with a straightforward drum beat. It's so catchy! And when taken at face value, not pretentious at all. Hot Situationism.
These are the top mp3s of the months as I see them now. There are always many more songs.
When writing comedy, patterns of three provide the necessary closure and importance. Not that this is comedy. Or providing closure. Or important.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Smell Missouri
Missouri has a certain smell - like dead leaves, black soil and moisture. Chicago smells like frostbite and Canada. I almost forgot it in a short 6 weeks, but today was a Missouri experience.
There's a neo-Nazi fortress by the Nepalese restaurant where we had brunch. It's right in the center of the new hot gay strip along Manchester in the city of Saint Louis. I suspect that the Nazi was there first and then the gays crept in around him. I bet he's steamed about that! I know that if I built a Thinking People fortress and then a bunch of Nazis starting moving in I wouldn't care for it. I ate myself stupid at the Everest Cafe. You would too.
Me and Tim, my best friend since I was five, raked leaves into a pile for about 3 hours today, then watched a 3 hour documentary on the New World Order, which is the Brave-New-Worldian global order of Evil being ushered in by Governments, Industry, and those despicable Environmentalists. He's not totally on board for the NWO scenario, but we both agree that you can't be too prepared for the collapse of civilization, so the leaves are for a compost pile for when society is thrown into chaotic bedlam and nutritious gardening is even more important.
His family is from a city called Crackers Neck in the mountains of Virginia, and my family is from a city called Plant in Tennessee, and both of our families fought for the Confederacy during the civil war. Would we have fought for the Confederacy? Probably. Seems like it was a pretty popular thing to do at the time.
It's nice here. Almost 80 degrees, good restaurants and people I really care about. Well, not that Nazi guy. I'd like to kill him with a pitchfork, but other than that... Well, actually I don't care about most of the people here. For all I care they can take a long walk off a short pier on the Mississippi. I don't care for strangers. But the few people that I do really care about are here. They don't know that they smell dead leaves, black soil and moisture all the time.
There's a neo-Nazi fortress by the Nepalese restaurant where we had brunch. It's right in the center of the new hot gay strip along Manchester in the city of Saint Louis. I suspect that the Nazi was there first and then the gays crept in around him. I bet he's steamed about that! I know that if I built a Thinking People fortress and then a bunch of Nazis starting moving in I wouldn't care for it. I ate myself stupid at the Everest Cafe. You would too.
Me and Tim, my best friend since I was five, raked leaves into a pile for about 3 hours today, then watched a 3 hour documentary on the New World Order, which is the Brave-New-Worldian global order of Evil being ushered in by Governments, Industry, and those despicable Environmentalists. He's not totally on board for the NWO scenario, but we both agree that you can't be too prepared for the collapse of civilization, so the leaves are for a compost pile for when society is thrown into chaotic bedlam and nutritious gardening is even more important.
His family is from a city called Crackers Neck in the mountains of Virginia, and my family is from a city called Plant in Tennessee, and both of our families fought for the Confederacy during the civil war. Would we have fought for the Confederacy? Probably. Seems like it was a pretty popular thing to do at the time.
It's nice here. Almost 80 degrees, good restaurants and people I really care about. Well, not that Nazi guy. I'd like to kill him with a pitchfork, but other than that... Well, actually I don't care about most of the people here. For all I care they can take a long walk off a short pier on the Mississippi. I don't care for strangers. But the few people that I do really care about are here. They don't know that they smell dead leaves, black soil and moisture all the time.
Part 2
6:35am - It's a wonder anyone made it out alive. I blacked out shortly after completing my last log entry, must've left my foot on the ignition. I do vaguely remember stopping at a rest stop and not bothering to tell anyone about it. When we finally pulled into Saint Louis, just to get their goose, I pulled the bus up about a block away from where we actually stop and just sat there for approximately one half of an hour as I waited for the other driver to show up. I could've opened the doors and let them out, but I didn't. Why? No discernable reason.
Yes, I have successfully become the worst bus driver in the history of the universe. The hatred of the passengers, which I feed on, will run strong for centuries.
Yes, I have successfully become the worst bus driver in the history of the universe. The hatred of the passengers, which I feed on, will run strong for centuries.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Busgate Journal: Part 1
Captain's Log: Darius P. Busdriver, Piloting Megabus M5 from Chicago to Saint Louis, Scheduled to depart at 11:55pm, March 16 2009.
11:55 - Scheduled to be at stop. Not there. Planning to show up 40 minutes, unbeknownst to passengers. Sadistic tendencies at full tilt tonight.
12:35am, March 17 2009 - Successfully arrived 40 minutes late. Time to see how far I can throw luggage.
12:45 - Pretty far. Bus is loaded. Passengers seem irritated. Time to walk circles around bus for approximately 15 minutes, talking loudly on cell phone. No discernable reason.
1:00 - Did quick, stompy check through bus, glaring at ticket-holding customers like a bull at a matador. Can feel their hate growing.
1:15 - After doing God-knows-what for 15 minutes, I have decided to turn off the harsh overhead lights, offering rest to those passengers who might want to sleep for some reason at 1:15 in the morning.
1:17 - Herky jerky false start #1.
1:19 - Herky jerky false start #2, this time moving bus approximately one foot so that passengers would think we were actually going somewhere.
1:23 - False starts # 3, 4 and 5, some herky, some jerky. Their hate pulses like a throbbing organ. It is this organ that sustains me.
1:27 - After scratching and staring for a pointless 4 minutes, it is time to begin a drunken joyride across the dullscape known as Illinois. Turning harsh overhead lights back on.
1:30 - Turned off harsh overhead lights, offering passengers relief. Immediately began blaring shitty teen comedy over bus speaker system and dropped multiple movie screens to illuminate bus with glow of shitty teen comedy. Dvd had error. Stopped Dvd, turned off player. Passengers thought nightmare was over. Turned back on again. Repeat x3.
1:37 - Hate has grown to rapturous fervor. It is good. I feed on it and it makes my driving increasingly more erratic.
1:41- Now seems like a great time to start blasting the air conditioners.
1:44 - Must take break from logging. Need to put full focus on taking up two or more lanes on the highway. Seem to be getting drunker and swervier...
11:55 - Scheduled to be at stop. Not there. Planning to show up 40 minutes, unbeknownst to passengers. Sadistic tendencies at full tilt tonight.
12:35am, March 17 2009 - Successfully arrived 40 minutes late. Time to see how far I can throw luggage.
12:45 - Pretty far. Bus is loaded. Passengers seem irritated. Time to walk circles around bus for approximately 15 minutes, talking loudly on cell phone. No discernable reason.
1:00 - Did quick, stompy check through bus, glaring at ticket-holding customers like a bull at a matador. Can feel their hate growing.
1:15 - After doing God-knows-what for 15 minutes, I have decided to turn off the harsh overhead lights, offering rest to those passengers who might want to sleep for some reason at 1:15 in the morning.
1:17 - Herky jerky false start #1.
1:19 - Herky jerky false start #2, this time moving bus approximately one foot so that passengers would think we were actually going somewhere.
1:23 - False starts # 3, 4 and 5, some herky, some jerky. Their hate pulses like a throbbing organ. It is this organ that sustains me.
1:27 - After scratching and staring for a pointless 4 minutes, it is time to begin a drunken joyride across the dullscape known as Illinois. Turning harsh overhead lights back on.
1:30 - Turned off harsh overhead lights, offering passengers relief. Immediately began blaring shitty teen comedy over bus speaker system and dropped multiple movie screens to illuminate bus with glow of shitty teen comedy. Dvd had error. Stopped Dvd, turned off player. Passengers thought nightmare was over. Turned back on again. Repeat x3.
1:37 - Hate has grown to rapturous fervor. It is good. I feed on it and it makes my driving increasingly more erratic.
1:41- Now seems like a great time to start blasting the air conditioners.
1:44 - Must take break from logging. Need to put full focus on taking up two or more lanes on the highway. Seem to be getting drunker and swervier...
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
It Worked!
I finally got the No Age - NOUNS LP on my computer, and it only took two and a half weeks! That's the speed of technology.
We're finishing up rehearsals for the show in the next week or two, and as usual, I can't stand to look at what I've created. I hate listening to records I've made, reading things I've written, raising children I've fathered... I've always been that way with very few exceptions. I did a drawing during ISS in high school that I was pretty happy with once. Actually, I think I did a few. Maybe I just need to be trapped in some arcane penal function to do work I'm happy with.
But the rest of the show is pretty awesome, and I've learned a lot. I've especially learned that I can't stand the musical director we had to work with. I learned that the hard way, by working with a horrible musical director who was her.
I've also learned where to shift the blame when my scenes suck - to the musical director. It excuses me from risk.
But she really did suck.
The important thing is that with me and technology combined, there's nothing I can't do. Whether it be compost my foodscraps, download a musical library, or solve a problem, I can do maybe one of those things, some day.
We're finishing up rehearsals for the show in the next week or two, and as usual, I can't stand to look at what I've created. I hate listening to records I've made, reading things I've written, raising children I've fathered... I've always been that way with very few exceptions. I did a drawing during ISS in high school that I was pretty happy with once. Actually, I think I did a few. Maybe I just need to be trapped in some arcane penal function to do work I'm happy with.
But the rest of the show is pretty awesome, and I've learned a lot. I've especially learned that I can't stand the musical director we had to work with. I learned that the hard way, by working with a horrible musical director who was her.
I've also learned where to shift the blame when my scenes suck - to the musical director. It excuses me from risk.
But she really did suck.
The important thing is that with me and technology combined, there's nothing I can't do. Whether it be compost my foodscraps, download a musical library, or solve a problem, I can do maybe one of those things, some day.
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