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Saturday, July 28, 2007

Sweaty Story

Yesterday I got back from the AIP celebration, and I have to say, Yesterday was totally a "yo sup" kind of day. Very cool, very mentally relaxed.
Headbanging is so mentally relaxing. You couldn't do it if your mind was still running, because otherwise you'd be concentrating on the heat, the tiredness in your legs, the pain in your neck, and the lack of oxygen in the room. So you turn off your mind and jump like there's no manana. Hey, I wonder if banana was actually pronounced banyana before we americanized it (cool thought).
Of course the next day you wish you hadn't relaxed so much and had been a bit more responsible about the whole thing--you know, deciding on a moshing quota and getting someone to check you when you've had enough--so that you don't have to face the shattering pain in your neck (body) the next day.
I've got the weirdest sore muscle just below my shoulder. And it feels just plain creepy. Like, what was I doing to make that muscle sore? I must've been flinging my arm in some quasi way. God. Kathy Smith is totally focusing on all the wrong muscles.

Today I'm going to a party where I don't really know what I'll be doing. But I have to be smart and sleek and not let on to anyone that I am suffering all over on account of mindless moshing. On the other hand, I do also have this absolutely SHOT frog voice that I have to account for. My voice is hoarse from too much concern for impoverished Africans...too much stress over the state of our nation, society, youth, etc.

All that to say, MJM really rocked my socks. Red as an Indian, special fountain effects, "just noise", it all worked out quite well. <---man worship. Kick me, Aich.


Anonymous mike said...

yes, the fountain effects...I like to refer to it as mini hanabi--being matsuri season and all. You know, sweat flies....red and blue lights reflect off the glistening droplets, causing them to shimmer and sparkle in the tepid air.
Wow. Where'd that come from?
But yeah, thanks for moshing. Steve was worried that it wouldn't be loud enough and people wouldn't feel like moving. I was busy trying to be noble and convince him that the neighbors were more important.
In the end it worked out alright eh.

7/28/2007 10:00 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

Shimmer and sparkle in the tepid air...that was the line that was missing from "Round and round".
Sweat flies? Is that like fruit flies? except...sexier?

7/29/2007 12:02 AM  
Blogger Neo said...

I'm still dreaming of the day when I get to mosh.

8/01/2007 11:40 PM  
Blogger lil ninars said...

unfortunately banana has always just been pronounced banana :(
hey but do you say "manana" like banana?

8/02/2007 12:16 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

no. that was my point. we pronounce manana "manyana", so maybe banana should be "banyana" too.
uh. i feel very silly.

8/02/2007 9:36 AM  
Anonymous Aich said...

Consider yourself kicked. What's MJM?

8/21/2007 2:05 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

Aich, that's just sad.
It's Mister James!!!

8/21/2007 1:57 PM  

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