Sunday, May 07, 2006

beantown

well, they traded joe thornton to san jose earlier this year. the frustration is palpable. we passed fenway, drove thru the big dig. it had some leaks. but the city is absolutely beautiful. i'm saying this without actually having seen it by daylight, but boston at night kicks ass. a year ago our host, dustin, totaled his car staring at the crazy architecture, and he's a bonafide artiste.
we attended a birthday party for some girl. the backyard had a small dj stage, and when we arrived husky and musky we're doing some freestyle rap over some shitty lo-fi funk beats. one keg, a bonfire, and two slathered bbq ribs later, i found myself in a dilapidated rv, watching a one-hitter get passed around and around, but never to me.
we dragged rene's dj equipment up a steep hill, and he quickly doused them with actual good music.
after being cornered by some aggro who wanted to hear us tell jokes ("you guys are comedians? you're not very funny.") i slipped indoors just in time to hear this dude flourishing on an old piano. he was obviously talented, which belied his jock frame. he let up for a second, took a breath and sincerely asked if anyone in the house was trying to sleep. no. he launched into something classical. i took a stab at a joke: "if they weren't sleeping before, they sure are now." he proceeded to pull the rug from under me, pounding away at this truly gorgeous, technically insane piece. then he rolled me up in the rug, dipped me in shellac and mailed me home to mommy.
tomorrow we play providence.

2 Comments:

Anonymous bo-d said...

i'm sure your mom will appreciate the shellac technique. don't trade shirts with girls.

5/07/2006 11:59 AM  
Blogger Machinistscott said...

No one should be left out of the circle.

5/11/2006 1:17 AM  

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