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3/5/05 - the Toasters @ Bloomfield Cafe, Montclair, NJ | |
2005-03-06 14:15:24 ET I'm getting old. First off, major props and thanks for Obi Fernandez of Westbound. I showed up to the show around 9pm, right before WT took the stage, to find that the show was sold out. The big bouncer guy told me that they were sold out, and I told them I was with Westbound Train. Right at the moment he raised his eyebrows, Obi walks by and says (with no prompting by me), "Yeah, this guy's with me." Totally awesome, and well appreciated. The place was packed, and for anyone who's ever been to Bloomfield, you'll also know it was a swamp. hundred plus people in a small, unventilated room, dancing around. Too too hot. Lots of youngins, but also lots of parents of the youngins. Bucket mentioned that his son's entire class was there, so maybe Bucket has friends in the Parents Association. Westbound did a great job of introing these kids into old-school rocksteady, and intro'd some new songs and material. I truly enjoy the instrumentals. Not enough bands do instrumentals anymore. It's a pleasure to hear. Especially when other bands members join in. that's just fun. Also - WT must be getting popular: when I went to grab a set list, they were already all gone. As for the Toasters - this is when I decided that I'm getting old for this. Toasters shows do not apparently motivate kids to dance, but to run around in circles for the first half of every song, then get tired and just kind of run in place. It's a bizzarre thing to see. But I found myself standing on the side, dancing yes, but mainly bobbing and nodding, looking around and seeing all the parents-association members keeping an eye on their sons/daughters. But... I blame that both on the heat, and the fact that every Toasters' song sounds like the last, and even their slow songs are fast-paced, thus wearing old-heads like me out quicker than normal. I gave Chris Rhodes a little crap about the BossToneS getting back together, and he said he would love to, but it's not going to happen. ever. *Shakes fist* Either way, it was a quick, dirty and fun two hours. Thanks to all the members of the bands. If anyone went to the Philly show, please let me know how it was. |
2005-03-02 12:25:25 ET Just another day on the snowcovered globe on the white dusty highway where no one quite knows. Intersections come and stop lights pass I'm still on this path Looking for the un-tred road and running out of gas A shining silver steed I ride a man without a map a traveler without a plan Time passes by I'm chasing the sun I'm chasing my dream Till I find someone someone somewhere to lay down my pack to park my car and unload my back. It's not to hard to pick a road but it takes determination to stay the course and arrive where you're meant to be. |
Clocks | |
2005-02-21 16:03:03 ET Lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead Singin, come out if things aren't said Shoot an apple off my head And a trouble that can't be named Tigers waitin to be tamed Singing, yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh Yoooooooooooo ohhhhhh Confusion never stops Closing walls and ticking clocks Gonna come back and take you home I could not stop that you now know Singin, come out upon my seas Curse missed opportunities Am I, a part of the cure Or am I part of the disease Singin, yoooooooooooo ohhhhhh Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh Oh nothing else compares Oh nothing else compares And nothing else compares Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh Home, home, where I wanted to go Home, home, where I wanted to go Home, home, where I wanted to go Home, home, where I wanted to go - Chris Martin
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Don't give up on me | |
2005-02-16 17:12:35 ET Opportunity comes and I knock it down there's nothing that I can do. I'm a loser, I'm a fool I'm a lowlife, scum-sucking, vagabond, tool please don't give up on me You're the only thing I've got in the crummy ol' world, and I know that I don't even got you. give me a chance, I'll go an' screw it up. It's the one thing you know I'll do. So put up with the forgots and the "meant to"s and the sorrys There will be more coming but their not meant to be I'm still a work in progress, baby don't give up on me. |
2005-02-13 10:06:33 ET Far away from all I know a lonely diner feels like home an empty room a cup of soup a pen & a paper the cute waitress takes pity on me a love poem half written to a girl who's not there like the sandwich I just ate - unfulfilling unfulfilling and in a way emptying emptying my wallet and emptying my heart on to a page that won't be printed and might only be read by one other lonely soul. Is it you? |
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