As I may (or may not) have mentioned in my last post, I recently went on a weekend tour with my band HKPOE! (Hardcore Karaoke Pile-On Extravaganza). I had a busy week leading up to it and the whole cold turkey thing didn't really work out like I'd planned. Just another bump in the road, I suppose. I thought the weekend was going to be stressful and that I would be curled up in the van, under tons of equipment, pulling out my hair. As it turned out, everything - as flawed as it was - was amazing. So amazing, in fact, that I can't recall pulling a single hair from my head throughout the entire weekend.
The tour was Thursday-Sunday. We hit Brooklyn on Thursday night, where we played in a small venue in Bushwick to a small crowd of people, with our tour buddies Hey Stranger and Nix86. The van was pimped with a couch and a cooler full of beer, so we were pretty much set. We considered this our warm-up set for the rest of the weekend.
Thursday night I sardined myself in-between two of my bandmates on a futon in Crown Heights. I might have woken up once or twice with someone spooning me. It was easier just to let it happen and go back to sleep than it was to wake him up and make him move (Oh, Dancho). These things happen. If he hadn't been spooning me, he'd have been spooning Xian (which may have been just as exciting).
Friday was spent with a delicious breakfast/brunch at Tom's Restaurant in Brooklyn. EVERYONE SHOULD GO THERE AT LEAST ONCE IN THEIR LIVES. Like a pilgrimage. Best food, great service, amazing prices, cute place. It's very much a loved place in the community, and it now has a bunch of new fans!
We headed to the Bronx fairly early for our gig at FLC with Bronx Underground. Early enough to clean the van - there was a surprising amount of empty beer bottles/cans general trash considering we had only been in it for a day. We did our daily booze run, made it back and began drinking. At the request of the promoter, we quit with the alcohol around 6 (lawyers were there!) and prepared for the set.
We played to several hundred kids (it was a hardcore show with Knuckle Up) after Nix86 KILLED it that night. We had an awesome time and are very excited to be invited back to play again. We had to turn down an encore, but we were honored to have one. After sticking around to meet-and-greet with fans and other bands (and after 3 kids were knocked out cold), we headed to Long Island. We had booked a few rooms to sleep in (how pampered are we) at a motel, but there was a discrepancy and we basically told them to go fuck themselves and took our business elsewhere.
We ended up in the roomiest Days Inn in Hicksville. So much floor space!!! We were very impressed. 3 in each bed, 3 on the floor and 1 on a cot = 9 happy campers... especially after showers were acquired.
We spent a lot of Saturday walking around Garden City and almost getting kicked out of Guitar Center (see twitter.com/thechubreport for tour/dick-related nonsense). We ate at a clutch Kosher Deli and bought booze before heading to the Humanist Society. There was another misunderstanding with the promoter that still needs to be smoothed out, but overall we all had a great time. We played with BTMI, Hey Stranger and Nix86. Our set was killer, kids loved it, we loved them.
We headed back to CT that night, but I was unable to make the Sunday gig due to my roommate's Senior Recital that I was playing in. I hear I was missed and the show was amazing anyway.
I've found myself missing everything about that fucking van this week. I had an amazing weekend and can't believe how awesome it turned out to be. Wahoo!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Hair Did
So Alyssa and I got our hair cut/colored at a student salon in Philly about 2 weeks ago. I almost never go to the salon because I don't like explaining why there are spots that are so thin - or empty. But something needed to be done about the big orange mess I called my hair. It was time to chop some off. Not a lot, but seriously... it was out of control.
So the two students assigned to me took almost 2 hours to get the dye in - I picked a nice coppery red. They had to use two different developers because my roots were so long and were a much different color than the dyed hair. I'd decided the night before that I was going to make a massive decision that would change my life forever: BANGS.
That's right, you read correctly. Bangs.
Bangs are kind of a big deal to me. The first time I ever pulled out my hair, way back in the third grade, I pulled out my bangs. and since then I've done away with them. Sworn them off. But who was I kidding? I needed bangs. Getting them, however, meant that the hat was going to be out for a long time. Maybe even for good. I couldn't hide under it forever anyway, so I might as well get it over with, right?
The students washed away the dye, revealing a weirdly toned coppery tone at the top of my head and a darker red/purple color for the rest. As weird as it might sound, I LOVE IT. Sure, it was an accident for them, but hey - what do I care? It's just hair Then it came time to have my hair cut.
I went with a layered style and side-bangs. And when a third student began separating my hair, she didn't question why it was so thin in the back. She picked up a big chunk and said, "Look, it looks like you have a lot of breakage," and pointed her scissors at the thin spot in the centre. I looked right back at her in the mirror and said, "Yeah, that happens alot," and didn't say another word about it.
I was pretty much terrified the entire time because I thought someone was going to question me, because that's what usually happens. Usually it's, "did you know you have a big bald spot back here?" or "Hey, what happened to your hair over here?" from the stylist. And I know they're not trying to be mean, they're honestly just curious and interested because hair is their entire business. But I always feel so attacked and so offended. This time was quick, though, with no explanation needed. I just agreed with something I knew wasn't true.
Anyway, getting in and out of the salon was a 4-hour process and it ended up being awesome. My hair... not to toot my own horn or anything... looks fabulous and I've been hat-less for two whole weeks. That's a big deal to me!
But with good things also come a few bad things. I've been unable to resist the urge to pull the short, newly-grown hair at the top of my head. And without a hat, it's even more tempting. I'm going to make another attempt a cold turkey, even if it's just for a week.
I'm going on tour next week with HKPOE! for our Zombie Apocalypse Survival Weekend, with Hey Stranger and Nix 86. It's going to be a whole lot of fun, but I am NOT looking forward to being stuck in that damn van with all those boys. Or those two other girls that I don't really know that well. Thank goodness that I will be able to sit in the back with my fab new keytar under my fingers, and Lady Gaga in my headphones.
Looking forward to it. Love you all.
So the two students assigned to me took almost 2 hours to get the dye in - I picked a nice coppery red. They had to use two different developers because my roots were so long and were a much different color than the dyed hair. I'd decided the night before that I was going to make a massive decision that would change my life forever: BANGS.
That's right, you read correctly. Bangs.
Bangs are kind of a big deal to me. The first time I ever pulled out my hair, way back in the third grade, I pulled out my bangs. and since then I've done away with them. Sworn them off. But who was I kidding? I needed bangs. Getting them, however, meant that the hat was going to be out for a long time. Maybe even for good. I couldn't hide under it forever anyway, so I might as well get it over with, right?
The students washed away the dye, revealing a weirdly toned coppery tone at the top of my head and a darker red/purple color for the rest. As weird as it might sound, I LOVE IT. Sure, it was an accident for them, but hey - what do I care? It's just hair Then it came time to have my hair cut.
I went with a layered style and side-bangs. And when a third student began separating my hair, she didn't question why it was so thin in the back. She picked up a big chunk and said, "Look, it looks like you have a lot of breakage," and pointed her scissors at the thin spot in the centre. I looked right back at her in the mirror and said, "Yeah, that happens alot," and didn't say another word about it.
I was pretty much terrified the entire time because I thought someone was going to question me, because that's what usually happens. Usually it's, "did you know you have a big bald spot back here?" or "Hey, what happened to your hair over here?" from the stylist. And I know they're not trying to be mean, they're honestly just curious and interested because hair is their entire business. But I always feel so attacked and so offended. This time was quick, though, with no explanation needed. I just agreed with something I knew wasn't true.
Anyway, getting in and out of the salon was a 4-hour process and it ended up being awesome. My hair... not to toot my own horn or anything... looks fabulous and I've been hat-less for two whole weeks. That's a big deal to me!
But with good things also come a few bad things. I've been unable to resist the urge to pull the short, newly-grown hair at the top of my head. And without a hat, it's even more tempting. I'm going to make another attempt a cold turkey, even if it's just for a week.
I'm going on tour next week with HKPOE! for our Zombie Apocalypse Survival Weekend, with Hey Stranger and Nix 86. It's going to be a whole lot of fun, but I am NOT looking forward to being stuck in that damn van with all those boys. Or those two other girls that I don't really know that well. Thank goodness that I will be able to sit in the back with my fab new keytar under my fingers, and Lady Gaga in my headphones.
Looking forward to it. Love you all.
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