i’m on a temporary hiatus type thing but hang in there.
i’m on a temporary hiatus type thing but hang in there.
do yall PARTY TOO HARD? feel like you “need a break” from going to shows? just want to go downtown and have a slice without hearing garage rock or putting on your “nice clothes”?
it totally sucks that you can’t even take your babby to the park nowadays without running into a bunch of kids in nice clothes who make you feel “uncomfortable.”
I’ve taken a million pictures of Hanz Bronze before. These are extra-good pictures. Please be proud of me!!!!!
Tonstartssbandht are a band of brothers from Montreal/New York. Can you imagine making music and eating pizza with your brother? (Or sister. Maybe you have a sister.) My brother (Korey) won’t even eat pizza with me, but Edwin and Andy are solid and they make good music together.
Basically all I can say about Run-DMT is that if you were actually walking in the woods in a park with your babby, this is the kind of music you would want to hear when you came upon a haunted pavilion or whatever. Ideally, there would be a bunch of people also swaying around a fire, entranced by the sound, but this is Bloomington, so we just sort of sit there and appreciate.
But Bloomington is still the best place to get D-R-U-N-K and look stoic.
I feel like I keep apologizing at the start of these, like, “oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t get good pictures of whatever band because I was so wasted,” but Sorry is a board game and this time I did not get good pictures of the touring bands because of “law enforcement.” So you can thank our friends in
blue t-shirts from Steve & Barry’s for ruining my Demon Horse photo op. I am not even going to give you descriptions of this shit because I’m pretty sure I did “okay” with this one and the pictures are worth like a thousand “cowabunga, dudes.”
Stevie Ray Bronze! (why do they match?)
big thanks to Jookabox for being cool and playing after the whole cops thing.
I GOT A FEELING THAT TONIGHT’S GONNA BE A GOOD NIGHT
YES TONIGHT’S GONNA BE A GOOD NIGHT
EXCEPT I DIDN’T GET PICTURES OF THE SHALLOW SEA OR TRACEY AND I’M SORRY
At least I got a few good shots of the otherworldly Justin Clifford Rhody before he was reabsorbed into the astral plane. Watch that magickal fucker’s bones turn into jello, yall!
Watching Body play was kind of like watching my Dad at his workbench, if my Dad had a beard and sang while he worked and also sometimes moonlighted as a wizard. Since my dad never did any of that shit, this was how I got my Father’s Day fix
THEN ZooZ dragged an entire fucking tree in the house and everyone collectively shat their pants. BULLSEYE.
AND EVERYBODY SHAT THEIR PANTS
This isn’t a question.
You’re an asshole.
The best thing about Bloomington is that everybody is totally fucking paranoid about their coolness and nobody talks to strangers. So when three random kids show up at a house they’ve never been to before and start taking pictures of shit, nobody says a fucking word. It’s like a 24 hour “social experiment” up in this bitch.
A guy named Doog started this show off, apparently, but we missed it. He also doesn’t have Myspace or anything I guess so I can’t show it to you. Sorry, Doog. At least we caught Normanoak.
This guy I guess lives at the Dreamachine and said he was Scottie Rippen, but isn’t this the same dude from all those other bands? I have more pictures of this dude than his mom, probably, and I still don’t know what the fuck his real name is.
also this guy, he seemed familiar too. Is this ‘making friends’? Is this what ‘going to shows’ is like?
Sky Thing seem like nice, wonderful people. They do not deserve the drunkest of my photographs.
You guys know that Tracey Trance is awesome because Foxy Digitalis and “the blogs” tell us so, but they do not tell you about his hex sign or drummer.
I know it’s not the same thing, but Mincemeat or Tenspeed totally vindicated every one of my teenage moments spent listening to “Nightmares in Rotterdam” with my hand on my wiener. And then Nero’s Day At Disne(y)land were like Akira Rabelais on PCP and it was just this onslaught of (mostly) everything I like about music and I soiled myself. Just kidding.
IT’S A SLUTTY UNCLE REDUX!!!
By the way, one of the slutty uncles told me that only bike punks use tumblr. He said I should switch to livejournal or blogger or something. What do yall think about this?
Do yall have one of those ‘bad uncles’? The one who’s like 20 years younger than your mom and drops a lot of acid and you always wonder what the fuck he does in his spare time besides dropping acid? Do you think he’s going to experimental shows? Do you think you could find your ‘naughty uncle’ in one of these photographs? Well, I KNOW that this is not your uncle. This is Joe Molinaro, and he is still a little bit too young for that.
I bet you didn’t know that this was going to be one of those ‘things’ where everyone ends up shirtless and fucking flagellating themselves
Thank god Seeded Plain built a time machine so we can go back and watch Joe pound himself to an eerie beat all over again
Laughter Has Long Legs had kind of a visceral thing going on that was really interesting. They also remained clothed for their portion of the time-journey
Maria Chavez is a turntablist from Brooklyn who has accomplished a bunch of shit that us Pizza Trainers can only dream of. She also really, really did not want me to publish her photo but Katie thought I should put this one up anyway:
And then we had Kray & Justin. Are these the same dudes from that (D)(B)(H) thing? What is going on here? WHAT?? THAT’S WHAT I SAID
AND HE TAKES OFF HIS SHIRT- people, try to keep your fucking space suits on next time you blast off, it’s dangerous out there…
What I’m trying to say is that your uncle throws a wild party.
keep your shirts on, everyone. There’s more on the way.
Well, I KNOW that what yall wanna see is NOBUNNY. You guys wanna see yourself posing with Nobunny, dancing to Nobunny, etc. I’m sad to say that Chris and I blacked out WAY BEFORE Nobunny, but we sobered up just in time to get to the ‘other show.’ AND we weren’t even disappointed!
it’s Hanz Bronze’s last show ever. show some fucking respect.
he deserves it.
and you garage rock kids just wanted to drone out anyway.
too bad for you, you missed YUNG FAHEY:
like, I know all your friends went to see Nobunny. But there comes a time when you just have to strap on your deity shoes and om namah shivaya, because there’s a light that never goes out:
(please tell me where i can get one of those. do YOU know where I can get one?)
shit, nobunny knows. But I’d have more pictures for yall if yall would come out more. And if Bear’s Place had better (worse?) lighting.