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teeth and techno [Aug. 13th, 2007|11:42 am]
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Teeth

I got my wisdom teeth out last Friday. I got the gas and the IV, passed the fuck out in seconds flat, woke up an hour later and couldn't feel my jaw, lips or tongue. Drooled blood, not pretty. Tried to drink a milkshake with mixed results. Nothing hurt at this point but it was difficult to use my mouth when I didn't know where it was.

The most irritating part was that either my tongue had swollen up or my uvula was hanging lower that usual, but the two parts were in constant contact which made me feel like there was something stuck in my throat that would go away. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

I got home and lay down for a while, spitting out this disgusting mucous/blood/saliva concoction every few minutes. As the Novocaine wore off my jaw felt like a limb that had fallen asleep. It wasn't painful, but it's something I've never felt in my jaw before. And it didn't happen all at once either. It started at the back of the jaw, then slowly made its way forward to the tongue and lips. Numb, tingle, feeling.

Once the numbness left, pain soon settled in. Just a dull ache, not a shooting, stabbing, or throbbing pain; it just kinda sat there. Luckily I had.....Vicodin!

Dude, vicodin.

Hydrocodone is rather pleasant. The painkilling effects came on faster than the mild euphoria and sleepiness. Not really sleepiness, more contented exhaustion. I could still get up and walk around but it felt much better to not move at all. Patrick and my dad came over and hung out and we watched movies. Very little happened for the rest of the day.

Saturday the swelling started and I looked like a chipmunk. It was amusing. I took more vicodin, ibuprofen and penicillin and watched that BBC series Planet Earth. I was feeling much better and that evening I drove up to Columbia (having laid off the painkillers for a few hours) to visit friends. There I immediately dove back into my opiate haze while everyone else drank heavily, so after about hour we were all on the same page.

Stayed the night in Columbia, drove back in the morning, lazed around the rest of the day. Now I'm at work with half a tab in me (the pain is much less, but not gone completely) and actually being productive aside from the journaling. Saving the last vicodin for when I see Harry Potter with Patrick after work.


Techno:
Last weekend my brother and I went to the Virgin Music Festival in Baltimore. This was an awesome experience. I knew the concert itself would be great, but I was rather apprehensive about the lodging situation (as it is a two-day festival). I really didn't want to have to drive back for the night (and in hindsight this would have been incredibly dangerous given how tired I was), I didn't want to have to pay for a motel, and any other option is simply too filthy to imagine.

Luckily, however, one of Tim's (my brother) friends from camp lives not three blocks from Pimlico Race Track (where the festival was). So we had free lodging and free parking. Result! Not only free, but comfortable and air-conditioned, something I appreciated greatly after 10 hours of wandering, baking, smoking, tripping, head-banging and chafing.

Day 1:
My first worry was whether or not we would be frisked. All the festivals I've been to had bag checks, but only a few had frisking, and of varying thoroughness. I didn't have anything illegal on me, per se, but I'd really rather not have to give an explanation, truthful or otherwise, for the bottle and a half of Robitussin gelcaps stashed in my pockets. Feeling panicky I kept redistributing the little red bastards so as to evade tactile detection. Finally spreading them among pockets, glasses cases, and the rolled-up cuffs of my pants, I felt that they were safe. Upon approaching the gate I saw that security (whose presence seemed to be limited to just the gate) would open one's bag, glance in, hand it back and send one through. Nothing more. My fear was for naught. I entered the field wishing I had more to smuggle in.

I wanted to get there early enough to see the first bands. Fountains of Wayne played the North (main) Stage. They were great as always, but I wanted to make sure I got over to the Dance Tent and I was glad I did. I saw Shout Out Out Out Out. Two drummers, two bassists, two keyboardists. A drummer and a bassist both looked like Jake Van Lunen ("it's cool, I'm gonna get tested in the morning..."). During their last song one of the keyboardists had a cowbeel hooked up to a contact mic and an effects box. He hands the cowbell to a guy in the front who keeps on playing it while he fiddles with the effects and makes the thing make all kind of cool sounds. S.O.O.O.O. were awesome.

Here's who else I saw:

Cheap Trick (North Stage)
Dudes still got it, apparently. I was a little disappointed that I didn't see the 5-necked guitar, though.

Amy Winehouse (North Stage)
The review in the Post said she wasn't that good, but I disagree. Having not heard any of her stuff apart from "Rehab" I was happy to hear how much ska-influenced songs she had. Also she had two male dancers/backup singers. They probably aren't now, but I'm pretty sure that at some point in their lives they were both strippers. Just trying to make their way in the world. Naked.

Felix da Housecat (Dance tent)
The Dance Tent was always fun, no matter who was playing. I don't remember any particulars about Felix except that it was really fun. Weed was everywhere. Stand in one place and you would eventually have a joint passed to you. The robotrip had fully kicked in by this time I was flying.

Danny Tenaglia (Dance Tent)
This guy was weird. His music was standard techno fare, but he had this concussed, stoned cult-leader look about him. he turn up the bass and look out and smile vacantly at the crowd. By the end of the set he'd taken off his hat and sunglasses to reveal the absence of hair or eyebrows. He also looked not a day younger than 45.

Beastie Boys (North Stage)
Motherfucking Beastie Boys! We didn't get to the stage soon enough to be close up, but we could see them and, of course, hear them, no problem. They had a long set so they played damn near everything. In suits. It was fucking hot.

TV on the Radio (South Stage)
This was one of the biggest dilemmas of the day because they started 20 minutes before Beastie Boys ended. Luckily if one walks from North to South Stages it's like a very slow fade out/in. So as we walked "What'cha Want?" gradually became "Wolf Like Me" and that worked pretty well. TV on the Radio was just plain awesome.

The Police (North Stage)
They, too, still got it. For all the attention people pay to Sting and his blond glory, Andy Summers and Stuart Copeland are amazing musicians. Pretty much every song they played was extended to include some excellent solos and in the transitions they laid down some really interesting ambient, spacey fills.

Modest Mouse (South Stage)
I got there just in time to hear EVERYBODY sing along to "Float On." After laughing my ass off at the memories this brought back I listened to few more songs and was comforted by the fact that this band is both good and popular. Nice to see these two things coming together.

Sander Van Doorn (Dance Tent)
Apparently I hadn't filled my head with enough phat bass for the day, so I went back to top that off before realizing I was close to passing out and starting to chafe badly. Time for sleep.

Day 2:
I woke up well-rested and ready for more. We made sandwiches and stuffed our pockets with food, water, and more Robitussin (day two, Tim's turn). We made damn sure to arrive early this day because at 12:00 was:

DAN DEACON! (Dance Tent)
It was just like the Earlham show. There were only about a hundred people in the tent. He wasn't even on stage, he'd just set up his table at the front of the tent and had people crowd around him. Between songs he got a roadie (I guess that's what he was, in any case Dan knew the guy) to lead the crowd in chanting "Horsey Horsey", but the guy had some kind of accent (or speech impediment) so it sounded like "Haw-sey Haw-sey", so that's how everyone said it. He assigned a number each time which people counted off on their fingers. Usually between 15 and 30 at a time. We yelled that more than a hundred times by the end. The highlight, like at the Earlham show, was forming everyone into a huge circle for the DANCE-OFF!

Girl Talk (Dance Tent)
This is by no means an extensive list of the songs that this guy used in his mash-ups, but some I remember are: "My Neck, My Back" "Ridin Dirty" "Today is the Greatest Day" "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" (which I heard four other artists use over the course of the festival) "Wamp Wamp" "California" "Pimpin' All Over the World" and, my favorite, "Holland, 1945" (The opening acoustic guitar and count-off). He pulled people up onto the stage until the thing was packed. This guy was great too and apparently people love dancing their asses off at noon on a Sunday.

Dieselboy (Dance Tent)
Apparently I really like drum and bass. I was not aware. This guy tore it up. He had a couple MCs who were good but were mostly drowned out. Dance tents at festivals are cool because there's a variety. A lot of people who don't really follow electronic music (not that I really do, but I'm very wikipedia-smart on the subject) see it as a big monolithic genre that's all pretty much interchangeable. In some cases they're right, but don't go saying that to the die-hard fans. People often have the few subgenres they like and want nothing to do with the rest. They have their own shows and parties and artists. At a festival it's all mixed together and everybody realizes that none of it is all that different, but it's all really really good. Now, I have no intention of swaddling myself in camouflage (any more than I already do) and becoming a junglist, but I'm happy to have found out that d'n'b rules. And I'm happy to have found that I am perfectly comfortable in the rave scene, even though I will gladly grind my teeth down to the gums before I touch a goddam pacifier.

Matisyahu (South Stage)
By this time (1:30) I was already exhausted. Tim and I found a patch of shaded grass (a rare sight) and lay down for a while. Matisyahu was great. Close your eyes and you'd swear the guy was a big, dreaded rasta. It was too hot for the full black suit and a hat thing, but he still looked a Hasidic pilgrim.

Explosions in the Sky (South Stage)
Still lounging in the grass. If you like Mogwai, Pelican, GYBE!, or Sigur Ros, you will like these guys. Epic, spacey instrumentals. Check out that kickin crescendo.

Bad Brains (South Stage)
Of all the other reunions, this was the one I was looking forward to. I pretty much kept screaming about DC all the way through. They were awesome, but unfortunately HR's voice seems to have lost some of that rattley scream it used to have, which didn't affect the more reggae songs, but took a little bit away from the intensity of the metal and punk ones. Oh well, they always ruled.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs (North Stage)
Just plain awesome. It's amazing how well three people could fill the whole stage with their presence and the whole field with sound. Karen O introduced "Maps" saying "This song is about.......LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!" and at the end smashed the microphone that she had deep-throated more than a few times against the floor until it was no more. I can only hope that they replaced it.

Wu-Tang Clan (South Stage)
Didn't really see much of them, as the stage was mobbed for hundreds of yards around. Apparently, white folks love Wu-Tang.

The Chrystal Method (Dance Tent)
More bass. Tried to dance, did not succeed. Moved on.

Interpol (North Stage)
A good time to sit and relax. Never been a huge Interpol fan, but they seemed to be very at home in the festival setting. Like they were real rock stars. Rested up, had a cigarette, back to the tent.

Deep Dish (Dance Tent)
I wasn't too familiar with these guys but I knew they'd been around for a while. This was confirmed by two 30ish guys on ecstasy running around talking about how much this took them back to high school. Apparently so did smoking a lot of weed and holding out the bowl to random people while pointing at it with a wild look in their eyes. It seemed odd, but so did everything else. I could see why Deep Dish had endured for so long.

Smashing Pumpkins (North Stage)
The Virgin festival, like all large festivals had two huge jumbo-tron screens on either side of the stage. Fine, right? Not everyone can actually see the stage and need short people need know what's going on. The cameramen onstage and operating to booms were doing a fine job, but clearly whoever was editing it all together for the screens decided to become stupid during the Pumpkin's set. Every now and then the live feed would stop and on would come what looked like a milkdrop screensaver designed by a well meaning, but retarded, eight-year-old. The colors didn't even change. It was just lines of green and brown squares flying around the screen. It was on for a full minute before it cut back to the band that we actually came here to see. Then, throughout the rest of the performance, the pattern would come back, SUPERIMPOSED OVER THE BAND! It's the Smashing Pumpkins! They don't need help! They are one of the biggest bands in the world and there's already a bitchin light show going on behind them! Just point the cameras and stop fucking around! I'm sure your son is just as handi-capable as the rest of the kids Mr. AV-guy, but now is not the time to show off his animated .gif creations!
Anyway, the Pumpkins sounded great, but Billy Corgan seems to have gone on a real narcissistic kick since he fired the rest of his band (except the drummer, who is awesome) and hired new musicians who look just like the old ones (Asian guitarist with weird hair and frail, blond chick bassist). He introduced the song "Death from Above" as his favorite song from their new album. It's just him wailing over piano. I left.

311 (South Stage)
I forgot how much these guys rule. A lot of things about middle school sucked, but this was not one of those things. I got to there in time for the drummer's 10-minute solo which culminated with the lights coming back up onstage and the other four members having set up four marching band-type drum kits and all them kicking out this amazing progression together before another solo, then going right back into the song they'd been playing when the first solo started. It was impressive.

M.I.A. (Dance Tent)
By this time I was, again, exhausted beyond measure, but I wanted to make sure I saw some of MIA. She was dressed like a slutty cop and so were her backup singers. It brought back memories that made me smile.

We looped around and saw the Pumpkins finishing up from a distance and made our way through the tunnel that connected the main field to the exits. As we approached the end, deafened, sore, blurry-visioned, residually stoned, and tired as hell, we hear clapping. At the mouth of the tunnel are about a dozen festival workers applauding and cheering us on, shouting "You made it through!" "Congratulations, you did it!" It was nonsensical (what had we really accomplished?) but at the time it made me feel really good. The staff had all been really good to us over the course of the weekend with a much stronger emphasis on safety rather than security. I didn't hear about anyone getting kicked out and I read later that only 30 people needed to be taken to the hospital over both days.

We drove home. Tim fell asleep almost immediately and I had to turn on political talk radio that I could argue with to keep from nodding off myself. We stopped at a McDonald's for coffee and got lost, but eventually found our way back. When I woke up the next morning my neck felt like it had been stomped on and my ears were still slightly ringy. It was all worth it, though, and I hope i can do it again. Just not too soon.
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[User Picture]From: phosphodae
2007-08-13 09:20 pm (UTC)
... Why did I say "ma'am"? Did I forget whose journal I was reading for a second there? Fuck yes, I did. Fuuuuuck.
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[User Picture]From: gglass
2007-08-15 09:36 pm (UTC)
Bethy's occasionally referred to Colin as "Pretty Lady," so you can just say you were sticking with that theme.
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[User Picture]From: phosphodae
2007-08-15 11:27 pm (UTC)
Ooh. I like that. Roger.
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