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This is old, but I thought, "hey might as well post it!"

So Jemina Pearl has 174 followers on her blog, wow. This world sometimes, let me tell ya, I know my blog is pretty shitty and boring, but damn world, Jemina Pearl's blog?? Jemina Pearl's blog????? Let me sum up her last few posts:

"I got a nintendo. I play nintendo. I beat some guys at nintendo. I talk trash while playing nintendo. My boyriend brought over cupcakes for my birthday, he's so awesome. He put candles in the cupcakes. We went to a steak dinner!"

Exciting!!! Jemina Pearl lives a truly fascinating life!!! You would think she would have something more interesting to talk about, she recorded a song with Iggy Pop for goodness sake. Some peoples kids.

Onto more exciting news, I went to PDX POP NOW!! Good times! The style at the event may have been my favorite part of the whole shindig. I like to think I am up on style to a certain extent, but after this weekend I have concluded that I am not. Here are some observations:

Mustaches are the new American Apparel. Do the ladies dig the mustache??? If so I'm about to get to work.

People with tattoos outnumber people without tattoos

V-necks are the new hipness. I remember I wore a v-neck to school in like 8th or 9th grade and everyone called me gay, it's funny, the hip folks just take clothing that jocks or whomever call(ed?) "gay" and just adapt that style into the new fad. Look at the trends, tight pants, neon clothing, v-necks, etc. etc. (I can't think of anything else, oh gawd!)

White guys who are fat and and not very attractive by societal standards and probably don't get many ladies are way more skilled at spitting a verse (rapping as it's called) than white guys who are fit and stylish and probably get lots of ladies. (Animal Farm compared to Breakfast Mountain. Brother Ali compared to any other white guy rapping)

The jocks will almost always get the skinny (very attractive by societal standards) girls and the hipsters will get the normal/a little overweight/what the doctor says is a good weight (yet still attractive) girls.

Going to school at Reed College would probably be like PDX POP NOW everyday just without the music. This would probably be pretty fun.

PDX POP NOW is cool, but it would be way better if they staggered the sets (a set indoors then a set outdoors then a set indoors) compared to the protocol they have in place right now (3 sets indoors then 3 sets outdoors)


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Jazz is the new coke!

So Saturday was a great day! Saturdays are usually pretty sweet! I'm a big fan of Saturdays. This particular day consisted of some sweet stuff (bike riding, buying records, getting drunk) which was nice, but the highlight of the day was The Triggers reunion show that took place at Work/Sound. Work/Sound is an art gallery / music venue. I am almost positive that this venue breaks quite a few laws on a consistent basis, which I am all for. I walk into this venue and 90% of the crowd has a beer in their hand, which is a positive thing to see at a concert, believe me, alcohol + live music > no alcohol + live music

So back to the subject of Work/Sound breaking laws, so 90 % of the audience has a beer in hand, and here's the catch, about 50% of the crowd was under 21 years old. This scenario made this concert quite swell. Lets rewind here for a second though. Before arriving at Work/Sound I first had to bike to Work/Sound. This ended up being a tough task. Long story short, I could not find Work/Sound (it is definitely not located at 8th and Ankeny!) so I ended up asking about 15 folks on the streets of SE Portland where Work/Sound is located, no one knew, so I then made the trek to "The East End" (Probably the hippest bar in portland, you should see some of the haircuts that walk out of this bar). I asked some guy outside smoking a cigarette where Work/Sound was located, he didn't know but he called a friend who did. He ended up talking to his friend for like 5 minutes which was interesting because I was just standing outside listening to this guys phone conversation, the conversation was mainly about some relationship issue. While I was on this scavenger hunt trying to locate Work/Sound I ended up missing one of my favorite bands, "The Red Dons," that was a bit of a downer, but nothing a little alcohol could not cure (seriously, what can alcohol not cure? a speech impediment? Cancer? those are all I can think of, see alcohol cures almost everything!).

So I finally found Work/Sound and it was a party, 40's, pounders of Olympia, High Life, Pabst, all the classy beers were out tonight in full force. I then watched a band perform, I forgot the name, but the band was good. I then got in line for the bathroom and started talking to this girl, Mira. Mira is a punk rocker, Mira plays bass in a thrash metal band, I'm going to see her band play tomorrow night at some punk house. Punk rockers are cool to hang out with.

Next, The Triggers set up and start playing and the crowd went wild. Folks kept climbing up this pole and jumping into the crowd, 30 people or so were dancing around in the pit for the whole set. There were more girls than usual at this show which was cool and the girls were dancing up a storm as well. Great show.

Here are two youtube videos:

Chris Rock and not giving a fuck
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaCr3-cjfTQ

This video is amazing, it's like hearing George Carlin for the first time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTkp9UqVVHs&feature=player_embedded

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Mistakes! Or great learning experiences?

I was reading Tom Gabels blog and he did this "tour diary" type blog entry, well, since good artists create and great artists steal I will be creating my own original/neverbeforeseen "tour diary" type blog entry. The excitement is overwhelming...

Wednesday!!!

I headed to the Doug Fir Lounge with some awesome friends (Curtis, Jenny, and Mistzy (Sp?, you would think a friend could spell their friend's name, I'm just not that cool)) and witnessed a slice of Portland trendy nation. Man, I must admit, the Doug Fir Lounge is a pretty sweet environment to watch live music. The venue has an aesthetic that works. You could take a bunch of bums off the street and put them inside the Doug Fir Lounge and from a far you would think these bums just got back from shopping at Neaman Marcus. To sum it up, the DF (I'm abbrevin!) is HIP, which is neat. The concert consisted of Natalie Portmans Shaved Head, Copy, and Hey Champ. Before the show started we stole (we're such rebels!) three show flyers from telephone poles located around the DF. That was fun. We then headed into the Jupiter Hotel/Doug Fir and waited in line. While in line I asked the ticket person, "is the bar downstairs the same as the bar upstairs? Are the prices the same?" He replied in a sorta nonchalant way something to the effect of, "Yeah, they're pretty much the same, but the upstairs has hot drinks." I then replied, "Wait, is it cold down there?" Somehow that response had the ticket guy and Missy (sp?) laughing, gotta love shitty comedy in a recession, people will laugh at anything! We then walked downstairs and went straight to get our spot front and center in front of the stage! Just kidding, we went to the bar. Pabst for $2, not really a good deal, but whatevs (still abrevin!). I ended up purchasing 4 bottles of Pabst (4 too many, probably). Then "Hey Champ" started playing and I found the band to be very Death Cab For Cutieish. Not bad at all. I thought they were pretty good. After Hey Champ finished I went with Mitzsy (sp?) to go smoke a cig (abbreve till I die!!). I don't smoke cigarettes, but when I am intoxicated and someone offers me a cig I usually end up smoking (Atticus Finch from To Kill A Mockingbird would never have imagined my justification for this situation when he stated "never refuse a gift"). Side note: What do you say to the dentist when they ask, "do you smoke?" My imaginary reply, "Only when I'm drunk at concerts or parties, I know I shouldn't smoke it's bad for the health and all that jazz, but doc, I gotta stay cool, peer pressure always gets the best of me, I don't know what to do, I think I should see a psychiatrist, or a dentist." Anyways, Misstzy (sp?) and I talked about growing up Catholic while smoking cigarettes, that is funny.

After finishing up our riveting conversation we then went downstairs and watched "Copy" perform. Copy is composed of one guy with a keytar and a computer. The stage presence of Copy is pretty much non-existent. Might as well just put in his CD, because there is no reason to watch this guy "perform." He stands in one place and does a shoulder-shake-head-shake type dance move the whole time. Copy did not say any memorable lines during his performance as well, the performance was (un)unforgettable. The music was fun though and one guy in the crowd was entertaining.

I'm not exactly sure what happened during the set change between Copy and Natlie Portmans, I'm thinking we just stood near the front, but one can never be too sure of these things, memories are mailable. So something happened (stood near the front possibly, went to the restroom possibly, met some sweet folks possibly) and then Natalie Portmans Shaved Head came out and played some music. They were good. This was my second time witnessing a NPSH show, the first was at Sasquatch! This show was just as good I felt. High energy, catchy songs, interesting clothes, these are what I hope for at a NPSH show. As the set ended somehow a conversation was created between myself and an attractive female who works for the Portland Mercury. The conversation was pretty interesting. I was quite drunk at this point and when I get this drunk I think that sarcasm is just hilarious!! Don't get me wrong, sarcasm can be funny, but using tons of sarcasm with a girl you just have met may be the wrong approach. I don't know, the conversation may have went alright, but I definitely said some things that made me look like an idiot. You gotta love making yourself look dumb when you are trying to not look dumb!! (I'm pro looking dumb in the right situation, as Chris Rock said, "it's all about context"). The highlight of the whole night came when she (Portland Mercury female) asked me for my phone number. I realize this is a very big thing for girls to do, but in this moment in time the alcohol definitely got the best (worst?) of me. So she (Portland Mercury female) asks for my phone number and name, and I say something to the effect of, "my name is Sean" and she asks how to spell it and I say "guess." Then she spells it incorrectly which I am perfectly ok with, I spell folks name's wrong all the time, just look at my impeccable spelling of Miztsy (sp?). Empathy folks, it is important in all aspects of life, probably one of the best lessons learned in the college of Business. I then tell her (female who works for/at the Portland Mercury, I felt I used the "Portland Mercury female" title quite a bit, time to start mixing it up) the correct spelling, and she says something like, "That looks like seen" and I say something dumb like, "that's funny I have not been called that since like Middle School." Seriously, what person says that sentence I just said in this situation? Also, one other key point in this little anecdote is that I never asked her (Portland Mercury artisan) for her name. Woooo! That's how you flirt ladies and gentleman! Never ask for a name or a phone number when she asks you for a name and phone number. I should have my own dating television show!! How to never engage in relationships with Doctor (quack) Sean! Just to show how epic this conversation truly was, I later ended the conversation with the (always-fail) never-fail pickup line, "Go Beavers." Wow. I hope to meet said girl again sometime soon, we can always hope!! I then biked home and that was an adventure. Thank you Curtis for hooking up that bike light!


Thursday!!!

I saw Off With Their Heads play. It was awesome. During "I Am You" another man grabbed both of my shoulders and we both yelled, "Whether you admit it or not we're all the same, I'm every moment you wake up alone, I'm every time you're drunk and walking home, I'm all the tears you cry when you can't see, I'm everything you swore you'll never be." It was a truly magical experience. Off With Their Heads: Bringing self-loathing dudes together since 2007!!
Dear Landlord played, they were great. Great great great punk rock. The crowd was dancing, the band was tight, I danced with myself, everything was great!
Bomb The Music Industry played, they were way better than I anticipated. The whole room/livingroom/house was jam packed. One could barely move. I would imagine the sweat in that room was unmatched by any other venue/club/whatever in Portland on that Thursday (although I have heard this "Fix" Hip-hop night club thing on Thursday nights is pretty rad). I'm not a big fan of the music Bomb The Music Industry creates (Its Ska, and I can only pick it up for so long, ha ha ha ha huh?), but I must admit their live show is great.

Friday!!

I went out on the town with my friend Samantha and a rather large crew of Oregon State folks. I only knew 3 of the folks in the pack but that is OK. The night was pretty fun. The first stop was a bar called "Henrys" that has a swanky (this is a positive word right? I'm using it in a positive way, I think) pool table area upstairs. Two people were celebrating their birthdays on this particular night. A girl named Brittany (sp?) and a guy named Andrew. My friend Samantha ended up getting really drunk, that was funny. Samantha's friend Kelly was there, that was a downer. I would like to describe Kelly but I'm not sure if I could give a righteous description. Lets just say she is not one of the sharpest tools in the shed, she is the tool that broke about 3 days after you bought it, she looks nice and all but she is useless (Oh man, that is a terrible thing to say, I probably should not say that).
After Henry's we went to club Aura (I think, it was some club on Burnside by Everyday Music). This place was terrible. I am not a fan of dance clubs, I am not a fan of meat markets, it's just not my bag. Terribly music mixed with people wearing clothing that is thought to be fashionable, I try not to judge (The whole No Envy, No Jealously, No Hate concept) but when I am put inside these so called "clubs" the inner jaded sociologist comes out. I instantly dislike folks, it's an environment that brings out my negativity. I left club Aura about 30 minutes after entering. One entertaining thing did happen though, a 21 or 22 female was having her Bachelorette party and one of my friends Andrew put a shot underneath his belt and the Bachelorette took a shot from his pants, that was funny (this was the Bachelorettes idea). I wanted to yell, "Too soon, Don't do it, Reconsider, Read some literature" to the Bachelorette but I wasn't sure she would get the joke. I then went home!

Saturday!!

Played two tennis matches, lost them both!!! Tried to incorporate the motto, "If you're winning act like you've won before, if you're losing act like you're enjoying it!" The matches were pretty fun even though I lost both.

Oh snap, so I just heard the Cold War Kids in the tv show "Entourage," and Entourage used the exact same song and clipped the song almost exactly the same as I did for a radio segment I made a while back. I thought I was a true original (Like Budweiser), turns out I'm a great artist! Here is the link to the radio segment:

http://www.archive.org/details/Kbvr-StoryTime

it turned out pretty shitty, should have done a bit more editing, they can't all be winners, or something.

Keep winning, or something

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To be continued

So the other day I got drunk. That was fun. I get drunk a lot, I probably drink too much, but you’re only young once, right? (side note: do people actually believe in this corny quote shit? I like quotes as much as the next unintelligent motherfucker, but when you start spouting off “you’re only young once” you may want to start reading some books, quotes, zines, nude magazines, comic books without words, lyrics from Vanilla Ice, pretty much anything to increase your creativity level). Anyways, while I was intoxicated the other night something magical happened. Let me set the scene for you (ah yeah, do you feel the anticipation building, I know I do). So the night started with me, my friend Pedro, and my friend Sphere. We were drinking, talking, peeing, talking shit about random folk, you know the usual (I was going to say the ush, but I don’t think that particular abbrev works when typed, but I do love a good abbrev). After drinking for an hour or two we received a phone call. This particular call came from an attractive female, she invited us along for a night of dancing and drinking (only one of these two particular activities I like to do, actually scratch that previous statement, I like to dance, but I don’t dance normally, I like to Pogo, spaz, bobsled, circle pit, and any other type of dance that involves bouncing off other people). We accepted the invitation and then caught a cab with attractive girl and two of her attractive friends. The location we headed to be called, “The Peacock,” but the dance floor is called “The Top of The Cock.” The top of the cock is where I would spend the majority of my night ((this would sound sweet if I was a straight female or a gay male (wait, do I just say a gay? Obviously it is a gay male, there is no gay female, that would be called a straight female, so a gay female is really a straight female, I am declaring today that a straight female is a gay female, all you straight ladies can now call yourselves “gay,” it’s alright, you know you want to, I do), yet I am a straight male so it doesn’t sound as cool, but it still sounds kind of sweet)). I swear these clubs have the art of getting a person to buy drinks down to a fucking science. So you walk into the Top of The Cock (lets go with TTOTH from now on, class), and the music is blaring. You can not communicate with the person next to you without shouting, gotta love not being able to talk to a person 3 feet from you, always fun.


EDIT: I never continued this post, I'm just not that cool, the ending was pretty magnificent, maybe i'll finish this story later

Black Lips: great band name

So tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life, or something. Tomorrow starts in 48 minutes, wooo. I hate college, but I do like girls. I hate group projects, but I do like meeting sweet group members. The other day one of my group members swallowed her birth control pill in class, that was cool. I wish I could accomplish something that radical, so everyday in the morning I take 14 vitamins/supplements, it would be rad to take all 14 of those in class. I'm trying to review the new New Found Glory album, it's not coming along too swell. Here is a little line from said review that has nothing to do with the album,
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Lyrics I would like to be heard performed by Off With Their Heads: “I’ll never love again, I’m not comfortable in my own skin, I’m ashamed to be myself, I wear my shame I wear it all too well”

You know you're reading a good review when the author takes lyrics from the album he or she is reviewing and then says something like "I really would like to hear (Insert band here) sing these lyrics." Goddamn I'm amazing!!!!!!! I think punk rock fucked up my ability to say things like, "I'm a great worker, I would be excellent at this job because I am just so goddamn awesome." You know who is awesome, Martin Luther King Jr, I feel that when I say I am awesome I am in some way undervaluing (this might not be the correct word to use in this situation, oh gawd) his work. The reason I am bringing up this stupid "talking about myself" shit is because the other day I did not get a job as the station manager at my local college RADio station, that kinda sucked, being rejected sucks, but you gotta fail before you can succeed right? Right? RIGHT? Oh wait,

I'm so awesome

-Good day blog