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#394 – Rush Concert

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Mmm, it was a very good concert though. Looooong, but very good, which means it is worth the longness. They opened with “Limelight”, played nearly everything off their new album, did some “veteran” tunes, and closed with “A Passage to Bangkok”. Sadly, my favorite song, sweetmemories!, did not get its chance to shine. Oh wells. Can’t win them all…

Also, I’d again like to apologize to Tara and her mother. See, I’m a magnetic sort of person. I can’t help it. I attract weirdos and jerks in like moths to a flame. It isn’t anything I can control, but I do feel bad that these peepeeheads always make their way to me at some point. Maybe they somehow got wind that I draw a comic strip about my life and were like, “Sweet! We can be famous! And by famous I mean not-famous! But still! Sweet!”

Yup, just like that.

D, we still need to go see something. Maybe a September show?

Snapple Real Facts #25: The only food that doesn’t spoil is honey.

It’s a far cry from the world we thought we’d inherit
You can almost see the circle growing
You can almost feel the planet glowing

– “Far Cry” by Rush

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July 30, 2008 at 12:00 am

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#381 – “What If” Situations

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Wouldn’t you do the same?

Thanks, everybody, for the birthday wishes! Tara was waiting with cake for me when I got home from work. We went out to din-din at Applebee’s where I watched in horror as THREE other people got birthday songs sung at them. Ugh. Why would anyone wish such torture upon themselves? Thankfully, none of the employees caught wind of my day-of-birth, and I enjoyed a glass of red apple sangria (though it deceptively contained green apples) in peace. THEN cake devouring happened, and man oh man can she make a yummy cake. Yes, I exist just to make you all jealous.

The weekend is here, too. W00t. Mine is jam-packed with shtuff: tonight I’ll be seeing Some Guy with a Guitar, tomorrow I’ll be seeing RUSH in concert (!!!), and Sunday I’ll be seeing myself slicing and dicing up the golf course as I’m wont to do. What are y’all up to these next days?

Snapple Real Fact #12: Emus and kangaroos cannot walk backwards.

Sweet memories
Flashing very quickly by
Reminding me
And giving me a reason why
I know that
My goal is more than a thought
I’ll be there
When I teach what I’ve been taught
And I’ve been taught…

– “Lessons” by Rush

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July 11, 2008 at 12:00 am

#365 – Show in Montclair

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For those that are curious, the band is Lima Research Society and they’re the most generous and thoughtful performers this side of the Mason-Dixon line. Wait. I have no idea if that’s even true. Where is that line anyways? Well, the first part I said about them is still true. Example: they supply their own bubbles, as well as garb everything in the color green.

Oh, and there was some creepy kid there that could totally play Sideshow Bob if they were make a live-action Simpsons film. He freaked me out, but Tara’s brother hugged him during a song so I guess he is sorta safe, in that respect.

Today, I’ve reached 365 comics. That means one could, if one really wanted to or got beyond bored or took enough amphetamines, read a comic of mine a day for an entire year (ignoring the leap kind). Crazy, people. It’s a surreal and crazy realization. I honestly had no idea what I was doing with this lil journal comic in the beginning, nor did I ever suspect I’d get all motivated and post five days a week on a solid schedule for a whole lotta months. I don’t really see myself stopping any time soon though. To tell y’all the truth, I find doing all of this to be a bit addictive. So thanks everyone for reading and sticking around! See you at the next 365!

Question of the day (brought to you by the Girlfriend): What’s your favorite breakfast cereal?

I like a good bagel, lightly toasted, with a thin spread of cream cheese…I don’t eat cereal.

You were so in-between
Oh dear, little bit believer
I’m here looking for a leader
Way before we took your arms
We before we played the harp

– “Goodness” by Page France

Written by Paul

June 5, 2008 at 12:00 am

#344 – Playing for Penny

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Here’s the hard version, with screaming and head twitches from original Saosin singer Anthony Green:

I play it just as sporadic, but somehow a wee bit softer. Plus, um, acoustically. Regardless, Penny was not a fan. She bowed out of the mosh pit and made for safe keeping on Pam’s bed. I was hoping she’d come back up and throw her bra at me. Penny, not Pam. No, Penny doesn’t wear a bra. Okay, this is getting out of hand.

Question of the day: Did you eat Mexican food for Cinco de Mayo? I didn’t, but I did drive by Chevy’s with my window down and that smelled pretty dang fantastic. Then again, I had some over the weekend. So if you had it, kudos to you, y’know, for celebrating your love for the initial victory of Mexican forces led by General Ignacio Zaragoza Seguín over French forces in the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862.

If I decided to sever the plates below
the shore would separate and have only seven symphonies

– “Lost Symphonies” by Saosin

Written by Paul

May 6, 2008 at 12:02 am

#277 – Arizona Vacation, Part Seven

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I actually got the radio station wrong. It is 103.9, and here’s the list of all the albums they played nonstop, back to back. I only have a problem with Linkin Park being in the top final ten, but otherwise the list is good and mighty. Many a favorite, and there’s some that I remember buying on cassette and listening to over and over and over (Nirvana’s Nevermind, The Offspring’s Smash, Rancid’s And Out Come the Wolves). Others I still own on CD and cherish them mightily (Beck’s Odelay, Jimmy Eat World’s Bleed American, Weezer’s Blue Album, Rage Against the Machine’s Evil Empire).

I always find it both funny and amazing how powerful music can be. Hearing some of these albums instantly triggered reactions in me. I remembered sneaking drinks from the bottle of rum I hid in my sock drawer while in high school as I danced around my bedroom to Bush’s “Machinehead”. I remembered seeing Live and the Counting Crows with Bitsy in concert, especially at the end when the two bands came out as one to do a special finale song that had them each departing as individuals. I remembered the first time I listened to Radiohead’s “Fake Plastic Trees” and just being stunned by how evocative and new it sounded. I remembered falling in love with Soul Asylum, enough so that I went out and bought every tape they had and even did one final project on them for my English class.

I always find it funny when people say things such as “Oh, I love music!”

Yeah. How couldn’t you?

I wonder what things I’ll remember about the music I’m currently listening to in, oh, I dunno, ten years. Will it be the same, or is nostalgia only meant for the times before one became an adult and had too much to worry about? I can’t really see myself looking back fondly right now. Despite listening to the latest album (double!) from Say Anything.

BONUS PART: Can you name the bands and three songs in the comic? Don’t cheat!

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January 31, 2008 at 12:59 am

#199 – No Good

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Hey, you! Want to be an unsuccessful cover band? Oh yah? Well, it’s real easy. Just follow these five steps perfectly and you’ll soon be on your way to Crapville in no time at all…

1. Do not perform a soundcheck before the show. That way the feedback from your guitar amps will overpower the microphone and drums, leaving nothing but a wave of muffled noise to swarm at your audience.
2. Open with a song no one will recognize. I mean, being a cover band is more than just doing the hits. Why not play songs nobody likes at all? Yeah!
3. In general, suck.
4. Think you’re awesome when you know you’re not. Nothing says good music like an ego the size of dino droppings.
5. Repeat Step 3 diligently.

Written by Paul

September 25, 2007 at 8:34 am

#157 – Concert

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The three-panel style, at times, feels a little cramped. So I’ll be expanding when needed. Bigger is better, right? Or is that only in commercials? Regardless, it always breaks my heart to see a wonderful musician get zero-to-zilch love from a live audience. Colbie Caillat went on first, promptly at 7:01 p.m., and there just wasn’t that many people inside the venue yet to listen to her. Then, since she was only the opening act, they played a very short set. I wanted more, I say. More. Alas, she was on and off the stage faster than it took to spend money on overpriced food/drinks inside the PNC Bank Arts Center (hint: one shoddy glass of wine in a fancy plastic cup cost $7.00).

But maybe Colbie will Google herself, find her way here, see just how much I lurve her and her tunes, and be all like “awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.” Well, a boy can dream…

Written by Paul

July 25, 2007 at 12:41 pm

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