I shot the show differently tonight, partly because I remember one photographer whose work I saw a few years ago that was grittier b/w that I was really into and partly because Homestead Lanes is a really lame place to take photos so I didn’t want the environment to be apparent. If you don’t like it, buh, sorry.
Sonny Vincent & the Bad Reactions at Spillage House, Athens GA, 05.04.12 | selenographie
Usually I’m not partial to (and would rarely post) such blurry photos, but I guess in this case it is appropriate considering ~punk rock~ and a need to document. These were taken while they were singing “MK Ultra,” my favorite Testors song.
“Nervous people not only suffer themselves but cause more or less misery to everyone around them. They are fretful, easily worried and therefore a worry to others.” (via This Day in Athens)
I would love to start a church! If we did it halfway between Montevallo and Athens (God, I hope I’m remembering where you live), could you even imagine?It would go like this:
Morning commute to church with someone you love (music, conversation, love, family).
Arrive to church (various abandoned buildings in the vicinity or particularly nice back yards)
Jeff Mangum: Being a Smartass/”Two-Headed Boy/The Fool” @ 40 Watt Club, Athens GA, 02.10.2012
1. This recording makes the Audience Participation sound so magical but actually this was totally one of the worst concerts I ever attended because everyone was screaming every single lyric all around me and I couldn’t hear a damn thing. I had a couple drinks and tried to force myself to cry during the appropriately traumatic lyrical references, but I couldn’t really have any emotion besides annoyed. It was the grouchiest $30 I ever spent. And like, everyone with/around me was all, “oh my gawwwd this is so amazing and beautiful and historical and Athens” and I was like, “WHATEVER DUDE, the Myth of the Tortured Male Artistic Genius aka Why Am I Even Here/can I never enjoy anything.”
2. I should disclose, though, that NMH nonetheless has produced some of my favorite studio recordings and I’ve had a number of tearfully existential moments listening to In the Aeroplane… but I daresay that Mindless Self Indulgence is the only band from whom I will tolerate that sort of thank-you-for-my-paycheck rockstar meta-snark, and actually that stopped being funny to me when I was 21 anyway…
3. One thing I did think was really interesting was how adamantly Jeff was (is) against being photographed/recorded and it seemed like everyone in the audience respected that, surprisingly, (oh to wield such mysterious power), and I was kind of excited that I had potentially attended an event that would go completely undocumented. Oh well, it’s the future and it’s important to possess pieces of things. I guess.
I started writing songs as a teen. They were usually about food because, HELLO, RELEVANT! I moved on to write songs about this girl that I liked and eventually married. Then I wrote songs about communication and mixed messages. Then I wrote songs about partying. Now I write instrumental songs about whales and tigers.
i just asked one of the workers behind our pad wuts up, "kickin out the poor folk, movin in college folk to increase property value". hence new well and security fencing. theyre actually installing more barbed wire right now. go daw...., ugh
Me:
we r part of the problem, being white. even poor white trash makes a neighborhood "safer" :/
Colby:
holy shit. dude just climbed up on tha welling truck, rapped this beautiful rap, pissed on the truck, walked off. playin my whitey tunes, which i had to hurry to turn down, all i got was, "ya'll white mf's just dont understand".
Background info for non-Athenians: Selig Enterprises wants to build a Walmart in downtown Athens. Some of the locals do not approve. So we started meme-ing on the construction-planning photos from Selig.
"Living [at Spillage House] was such an amazing experience for me. It was the most nurturing, caring, friendly environment, where everyone could do their own thing and just let their creativity run wild. I miss that place so much. … Hold on a minute. Oh. I had a call-waiting and it said ‘Mom,’ and I was like, ‘but I’m already talking to Mom,’ but that was my Real Mom. I gotta go."
late-night phone call from a friend & former punkhouse roommate.
Ah… the Persistence of Memory. (…It’s still there.)
When I moved out of Spillage after putting in three years’ time, I was burnt-out and on the verge of a nervous breakdown, suffocating under a pile of dirty dishes and unpaid bills and empty bottles of booze, and there were times when I’d fantasize about tearing that goddamn house apart, ripping the siding off with my bare hands and, like, I dunno, taking a sledgehammer to the bathroom.
