Never been one to let the carrier drop

I just looked out my window, and I swear it is snowing.

Like, as in, that funny white stuff.

Maybe it’s my imagination?

S.

That’s rather amusing. The party I went to tonight had at least 3 times the sound quality, at least 100 times the vibe, and cost a fifth as much and didn’t sport a single big-name DJ. I would call what I did tonight a rave.. a small one, but a rave nonetheless. Whereas I’d call Freak Night more a ubercommercial nuthouse – almost like a vendor area at a rave convention. 😉

No, really, I had a good time both places.. but I think I can do with about once a year for last night’s adventures, whereas I’d like to find a warehouse party (maybe a touch bigger than tonight’s, but not too much bigger!) every other weekend or so.

It was nice being amongst real ravers again.. everybody was friendly and super-nice – I must have talked to ten people, and never felt claustrophobic or judged or out of place. Sadly, their names will probably all fade from my memory.. (except Jesiah, who I think I commited to memory.. but then, I gave him a ride up.. )

So – I think I’m going to take a day off parking meters to clean some, since P. had a little commentary in her journal about how I’m pigpen incarnate. [Yes, guilty.. I already did the dishes, but maybe I can try and reduce the entropy level in my office]

Does anyone know how to stack things on top of speakers without getting avalanches every time the volume is cranked a little?

Perhaps I should rethink where I put all the recycled paper from the printer, eh?

I recently refound on WinMX one of my all time favorite 80s songs..

Chesney Hawkes, I am the One and Only

Call me, call me by my name or call me by my number,

You put me through it,

I’ll still be doing it the way I do it,

And yet, you try to make me forget,

Who I really am, don’t tell me, I know best,

I’m not the same as all the rest,

Chorus:

I am the one and only,

Nobody I’d rather be,

I am the one and only,

You can’t take that away from me

I’ve been a player in the crowd scene,

A flicker on the big screen,

My soul embraces, one more in a million faces,

High hopes and aspirations, ideas above my station

maybe but all this time I’ve tried to walk with dignity and pride

Chorus

I can’t wear this uniform without some compromises,

Because you’ll find out that we come,

In different shapes and sizes,

No one can be myself like I can,

For this job I’m the best man,

And while this may be true, you are the one and only you!

Chorus – repeat to fade out

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That’s what I love about 80s music.. the optimism..

You all knew it. 😉

TNG comics

And funny they be, too.

For Halloween me and P. went to Freak Night – mostly because PvD was playing and P. was really dissapointed about seeing his earlier show, but also because I had read good things in netland about Freak Night.

It was okay.

It wasn’t a rave, and it wasn’t a mainstream concert – it was somewhere in the middle – with tinges of ‘Techno Mosh Pit’ which I could have done without.

I’m really glad I was sober, though. I would NOT have enjoyed being altered for that.. everyone was too pushy and I had a very hard time finding the vibe amongst the .. well, whatever they were. And I kept feeling like I was on some kind of twilight zone drug just because of all the costumes and lighting and contact buzz from other people who were obviously tripping out of their gourd. But none of the warm, happy, loved feeling that I usually get at parties.

One guy came up to me and said ‘third time rolling, third time raving’. I didn’t know how to explain to him that he wasn’t at a rave.. 😉 Hope he had fun.

At least no one accused me of dancing like I was gay or threw water bottles or physically intimidated me.. 😉 [Referring to one really bad night at Club Fusion]. Actually, everyone was pretty cool, all in all. Except that the place was packed to the nines and somehow the attendees were less gentle than ravers usually are.

My one other beef is that someone seems to have decided if they couldn’t have good sound, they would make up for it in volume. I have *never* found myself wearing earplugs at any kind of show before, and I’ve been to many, many concerts.. but I ended up tearing up a old train ticket and rolling it up into earplugs because I couldn’t take the volume. I’m still noting a distinct lack of frequency response in my left ear. And yet, the sound sucked. That’s the unbeleivable part. 50 kilowatts and it still sounded like the crossovers were set by a drunk monkey. Of course, it was somewhat hard to tell because the sound pressure levels were high enough to make my _ears_ distort.

USC: memo: next time, less watts, more quality. And try spreading the speakers out a little instead of making two monster stacks out of them. Bass bins in the back as well as the front would be appriciated. Maybe even suspend a few from the ceiling to try and keep the stereo image as you wander back? Thank you.

PvD had a really good set though.. a few old familiars and a few new things, and he kept flipping back and forth between trance and jungle which was quite odd but rather tasty in a way..

There were a lot of totally excellent costumes, however. That was probably the best part, for me. Between the twenty foot clown on rollerblades, Little Bo Peep complete with sheep, the human cow (man, he must have been hot.. cow suit, face paint, and a uniquely placed udder.. ;-)), the Klondike Bar (Yes, really), the giant pug dog, many butterflies, and too many others to list or mention.. it was a great night for checking out the costumage.

speaking of costumes, my hair is still blue.. I’m about to wash it, though – which is good, because having blue hair makes me feel like a anime charicter.

Though purple hair might suit me.. 😉

Hope you all had good Halloweens.

New clips from me + ron’s jam session last night, cut up and sans all the talking and whatnot:

http://www.sheer.us/stuff/RonJam-10.22.03-three.mp3
http://www.sheer.us/stuff/RonJam-10.22.03-one.mp3
http://www.sheer.us/stuff/RonJam-10.22.03-two.mp3>http://www.sheer.us/stuff/RonJam-10.22.03-two.mp3

And, from a recent jam session with Mike:

http://www.sheer.us/stuff/JamItOn.mp3
http://www.sheer.us/stuff/SweetHomeSomewhere.mp3

And, from a long ago meeting of Howling Moon (the band I was in with MIke for a while):

http://www.sheer.us/stuff/southern_cross_howling_moon.mp3

You know, it’s amazing how many of my audio clips I originally hated that six months or a year later I decide I really like.. I wonder if it’s just repetition, or if something else is going on there.

By the way, if anyone likes the clips of me + ron, tell your friends! We need fans. 😉 [Maybe we should start a mailing list or something..]