Another day, another trip to the Big Apple. This time, however, the objective is leisure…well, if you can really get away with calling high-energy thrash punk “leisure.” The following is my Captain’s Log, as originally posted on Twitter.
Holland Tunnel?? Shit, we gotta piss!
Gotta plug my favorite coffee shop in Manhattan: Fika on 41 W 58th St. It’s fancy, so cross your legs & sip that latte with your pinky up.
If Amanda Blaine doesn’t hurry up and wipe her ass at Asian Bistro, we’re gonna miss the concert.
Follow-up on Amanda Blaine’s shitting habits: she clogged the Asian Bistro! We’re takin’ over this two-bit town one toilet at a time!
A stage dive from a large-bodied man bent my pinky back during Paint It Black’s 1st song. Retaliation against my last 8 Bella Morte shows? Karma? Ouch.
Up front for Propagandhi. Things are “aboot” to get real hairy…
Paint It Black were intense. Propagandhi, fucking amazing. They played “Hallie Sallasse, Up Your Ass” & “Anti-Manifesto”?? No way, dude…
Sharing an air mattress with Yetti in Brooklyn. He’s snoring. If he gets any louder, I’m gonna shove four dry fingers up his ass.
10:54 am and I’m still on this air mattress. A good night’s sleep for once? I owe it all to Yetti’s rythmic snoring. Coffee mission!
Yep, that’s true poo.
“Man bursts into flames and dies while riding bicycling on NY’s Long Island…”
On our way back to Horseheads. We’ve been lost for an hour in North Jersey–the armpit, butthole & syphilis ridden crotch of the East coast.
I’m home. Less than 3 hours before work. Work for 13 hours. I dream of coffee.
This was the most satisfying show I’ve attended in years. It’s a good thing too, because I chose this l’il event over a Morrissey concert. Furthermore, I’ve been meaning to read Hegemony or Survival for awhile now–and something about those angry Canucks inspired me to begin reading it mere hours after they walked off stage.
Check out Propagandhi’s new album, Supporting Caste…it’s a doozie!