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[pearwaldorf]

Best Halloween costumes seen today: a stick figure, with a paper mache head and a white jogging suit with black electrical tape on it, and a shiny gray robot with CDs stuck on his sides. The most disturbing one was a teddy bear that a guy had hollowed out and put his head into, so his face stuck out of the belly of the bear. Yeah, I know, what the fuck?

And I wanted to go see Stovokor, our resident Klingon death/thrash metal band, but I had to work. Pooey.

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[mydarkstar.livejournal.com]

I went to the Backroom, which was having a show by Jean-Louis Costes, but it kind of sucked. I expected more dancing; instead, it was hours of sitting around uncomfortably in the cold with a bunch of Williamette Week readers, then a couple of hours of French people screaming and peeing on each other. Whee.

Best costumes there: Colonel Sanders; Marion Crane. (The latter was wrapped in a shower curtain, with a shower faucet over the head and a knife sticking out.)

[sonatine.livejournal.com]

Peeing on each other? Was this some sort of weird performance art thing or just a water sport thing?

Marion Sanders. Oh that is fucking great.

[mydarkstar.livejournal.com]

Weird performance art thing. Also involved was a raw chicken, which they rubbed on themselves, a blow-up doll, a good bit of fake blood, and a largish amount of chocolate pudding (at least, I think it was chocolate pudding - it was supposed to be shit, and I hope to God it was in fact pudding). One guy in the audience, a big fan, told me that he heard that people usually walked out of this guy's shows because they were so offended, but I really had an urge to pat the lot of them on the head and say "Yes, yes, dearies, you're all very shocking and subversive. Original, too. No, really." Except that I didn't want to touch them, what with the urine and raw chicken and whatnot. I'm so jaded.

French people are weird.

Saaaay...it occurs to me that you'll be 21 soon. Plans should be made, I do believe.

[sonatine.livejournal.com]

But of course. What shall we do? I was thinking Jimmy Mak's or something like that, but if you know any places?

(Is it a mark of my gigantic dorkiness and fannishness that the first shot will be in honor of Elliott Smith?)

[mydarkstar.livejournal.com]

You already know more than I do, then, missy, because I know almost nothing about flat-out bars. I've been to Tiger Bar, that was alright...and I keep meaning to go to Hung Far Low, just because. You must also at some point go with me to Embers, just to see how bad it is. Though it's less bad when you haven't been going there on and off for a year and thus don't have the always-pretty-much-the-same setlist memorised yet.

(Nah. I first saw that article when I discovered the morning paper in the bathroom, by the way.)