mood: meekmusic: 'on nous cache tout, on nous dit rien' by the seahorse liberation army

in the last 10 days or so, i've written 2 songs, debuted those songs and played self-written material at a backyard graduation party, received $400 for graduation, spent the night in la palma, gone to 4 graduation parties, a movie premiere [in which some friends were co-directors and actors], and the ensuing afterparty. all this, and i still don't quite feel like summer has hit me yet.

yesterday, the vagues played a 40 minutes set at allison's grandma's house. the crowd was thoroughly lukewarm. (westchester obviously doesn't contain our target demographic.) in an ideal world, the crowd wouldn't have loved us. in a slightly more ideal world, the crowd wouldn't matter and we would have self-validation for going through the painstakingly fun creative process. none of us have attained that level of enlightenment yet, (which i figure would be like moving slow-motion and complacent through a fast-motion world,) so we rely on the audience all too much.

after leaving hastily and with a touch of self-doubt i went home to shower, change, and make my way to the third movie premiere of the gonzo cinematographic society. i know half of the members well, and the other half are vague acquaintances from school. the movie was set in a cleveland, ohio in which the christians and the jews are like two rival gangs. mafia family vs. mafia family. the jews have cloned jesus using blood from the shroud of turin, and a closet homosexual priest is sent out to find and kill the clone. it turns out the the man he is having an affair with is the clone of jesus, and, well, hilarity ensues, i guess. coming from that description, it seems hard to take seriously, but i think they did an excellent job. as outlandish as the story might seem, the actors took the job with great dedication.

after the movie i found dubos, and it happened to be his 18th birthday. we all went to nick francomano's house, who is more or less the leader of gonzo cinema, just to hang out for a few hours. in the group we were in, all but 3 or 4 people smoked. given that, and the fact that franco lives in a separate room in the backyard about 10 x 15ft, you can tell just how smoky the room was. with about 15 to 20 people in this tiny room at any given moment, it got hot and smoky real fast. soon a bunch of them left to go to some park, presumably to get smashed, so i didn't go. inhaling half a cigarette with every breath was enough for me.

playing 'six degrees of separation' with these people is an insurmountable challenge. they know so much about culture (pop and otherwise) that trying to stump them is damn near impossible. you try connecting Jeremy Irons with Shia LaBeouf in six degrees or less. nick, nick, and doobie took a while to do it, but the fact that they pulled it off without any outside source of information is enough.

this entire week has been exhausting and i collapsed on the bed since last night was no exception. today i woke up but didn't open my eyes and at that point i realized that the week was over. the first thing i said when i opened my eyes was 'whoa'.

---Goei---