hype-cities:

imaginarysymphonies:

Photo by LadyLunaMoth

this is julian koster?

Yes! Also, that Flickr link is way broken…
The Music Tapes Holiday Cheer Caroling@ Spillage House, Athens GA, 12.22.09 | selenographie
ETA: Ooh! Thanks Marie, I had almost forgotten this was also the time Jeff Mangum drew a picture on my house.

hype-cities:

imaginarysymphonies:

Photo by LadyLunaMoth

this is julian koster?

Yes! Also, that Flickr link is way broken…

The Music Tapes Holiday Cheer Caroling
@ Spillage House, Athens GA, 12.22.09 | selenographie

ETA: Ooh! Thanks Marie, I had almost forgotten this was also the time Jeff Mangum drew a picture on my house.

marieyall:

blake500:

junglerot:

blake500:

junglerot:

razorcake:

mitchclem:

From Razorcake #76

this is the kind of awesome you can find every other month in our dirty black ‘n white fanzine! 

Too fucking real. 

Absolute truth. My favorite last minute cancelation “we got two flat tires and our drummer broke his hand and he’s the only one with a valid driver’s license.”

My favorite is when I booked Surfer Blood, before they were big shit, and one guy called me to say they couldn’t play because the lead singer broke his hand, but then another guy sent me a MySpace message saying they wouldn’t play unless I could pay them more.
Ran into them at a Travelodge in Orlando a few years ago when we did a short tour with Hunx and Coathangers, though, and harassed their wife beater of a singer in the parking lot. If you’re gonna lie, get your stories together. 

Those guys left their underwear and toiletries at my place. 

reblogging because shitty dudes in bands is like the story of my life
also i remember when surfer blood was blowing off that show, i think the general consensus was ‘yeah right’
also those dudes were really difficult to talk to because creepy/their drummer creeped at me once

Ugh, sm booking shows at Spillage c. 2008: WHY YES OF COURSE YOU CAN PLAY AT MY HOUSE, YES TO EVERYONE, GOD FORBID I AM EVER REMOTELY CONSIDERED TO BE A BAD HOSTESS
oops omg there are four shows this week, what happen
(My favorite thing about Spillage shows, though, was that I made it a point to not provide alcohol [byob was okay, I just was uncomfortable spending my money to get other people drunk {except for yearly seasonal homemade eggnog}] so instead I would attempt to craft elaborate, challenging meals, like risotto or vegan chili or dad’s macaroni casserole. One time I cordoned the kitchen off with caution tape and successfully made a soufflé in a punk house!)

marieyall:

blake500:

junglerot:

blake500:

junglerot:

razorcake:

mitchclem:

From Razorcake #76

this is the kind of awesome you can find every other month in our dirty black ‘n white fanzine

Too fucking real. 

Absolute truth. My favorite last minute cancelation “we got two flat tires and our drummer broke his hand and he’s the only one with a valid driver’s license.”

My favorite is when I booked Surfer Blood, before they were big shit, and one guy called me to say they couldn’t play because the lead singer broke his hand, but then another guy sent me a MySpace message saying they wouldn’t play unless I could pay them more.

Ran into them at a Travelodge in Orlando a few years ago when we did a short tour with Hunx and Coathangers, though, and harassed their wife beater of a singer in the parking lot. 

If you’re gonna lie, get your stories together. 

Those guys left their underwear and toiletries at my place. 

reblogging because shitty dudes in bands is like the story of my life

also i remember when surfer blood was blowing off that show, i think the general consensus was ‘yeah right’

also those dudes were really difficult to talk to because creepy/their drummer creeped at me once

Ugh, sm booking shows at Spillage c. 2008: WHY YES OF COURSE YOU CAN PLAY AT MY HOUSE, YES TO EVERYONE, GOD FORBID I AM EVER REMOTELY CONSIDERED TO BE A BAD HOSTESS

oops omg there are four shows this week, what happen

(My favorite thing about Spillage shows, though, was that I made it a point to not provide alcohol [byob was okay, I just was uncomfortable spending my money to get other people drunk {except for yearly seasonal homemade eggnog}] so instead I would attempt to craft elaborate, challenging meals, like risotto or vegan chili or dad’s macaroni casserole. One time I cordoned the kitchen off with caution tape and successfully made a soufflé in a punk house!)

Selected Flyers from Spillage House, Athens GA, 2008.

a Comedic Interlude

Her: Can I throw this desk off the balcony?
Me: ... Well, I brought it over here from Spillage House.
Her: Yeah, but can I throw this desk off the balcony?
Me: ... And I heard it was formerly from an Elephant Sixer's house!
Her: Yeah, but can I throw it off the balcony?
Me: ... Someone told me it used to belong to Julian Koster!
*CRASH*

galesofnovember:

Every time something blows up on tumblr,  like this latest thing with Riley and some other folks harrassing the shit out of some teenage girl,  I’m strengthened in one of those ~life lessons~ from the anarchist compound.

When you live in an ~anarchist compound~,  it’s really easy to treat the symptoms of your introversion,  because people just, like, show up at your house and have punk shows and hang out and take cosmo quizzes without you ever having to do any work.  It’s very weird and you meet a lot of people and make a lot of friends this way.  It totally almost makes up for the leaky roof and terrible plumbing.

You also tend to meet a certain types of person:  They seem amazingly cool at first.  They are so radical in their politics and so brave and they have lots of stories of standing up to the pigs, man, and fighting for the earth, man, or bashing back, man, or whatever issue is their pet issue.  It’s exhilarating to be around them.  This is double true if you’re a 21 year old girl,  which I was when I first moved into the ~anarchist compound~.

But slowly you start to realize someting is up.   Maybe it’s when they start screaming FUCK THE POLICE! when you’re walking home from a friends house, for no goddamn reason and you both get hauled into jail because they escalated the fuck out of a situation.   Maybe it’s when they start talking about human extinction or reveling in how awesome it is that the tsuanami killed hundreds and thousands of people.   Maybe it’s when you realize that once again some classist, straight, bourgeois, transphobic, racist, civilized ,  whatever adjective is their favorite (but when the adjective is “civilized” you’re really in for a treat)  asshole kicked them out of their house or broke up with them,  or won’t give them a ride or WHATEVER and it suddenly occurs to you that this happens all the damn time with this person.    Maybe it’s when they start bringing a gun around or you find out they’d raped someone or abused a partner.  

But whenever it happens,  you eventually realize that this cool, brave warrior for the revolution is actually a nasty, angry, self-centered jerk.   So it’s okay when it happens to you on tumblr.  At least, most of the time,  you don’t have to have endless house meetings in a desperate attempt to get this scary jerk (who never, ever pays rent) to move out of your house. 

gales accidentally wrote the story of my last, like, decade. thank you & goodnight.

(via terrorbull)

Colby & Adam as Simon & Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits
Spillage House (Shackside), Athens GA, 08.15.08

I felt like the blogosphere needs this.

Also, now taking applications for Halloween cover band ideas…?