today i stopped by the bowery ballroom to at least try. this thomas sebastian does not give up. and low. tickets were available!!!
i made roo take a taxi down to go with me and it was awesome!
the performances tonight were all a little lacking. william ocean of corse being a shining star of airness in an abyss of unimaginative performances. his hot pants and sequen light up tank top, concealed under the american flag track jacket impressed us all, especially judge andrew wk.
i felt foolish that i did not enter.
i've not reached a point in my training where i felt i had a solid performance, although now i believe i might combine all i've learned and bring it to a competition.
the last song of the night was rockin' in the free world, at which point i got on stage and rocked with the likes of bjorn and willaim ocean. rachael joined as well and we all totally busted it out, pretty magial.
downstairs we took over the jukebox and played dio, yet halfway into my scorching solo some dick turned it off to put on some lesser band called wolfmother. i redeemed myself with hot for teacher and started gaining the respect of some people around me. eventually rachael got holy diver up which was rather epic and whispers started circling around us "hey that guy's pretty good!" and we received recognition from aer lingus, the man who brought air guitar to the states.
eventually bohemian rhapsody came on, and rachael and i commenced a duet. during the blazing solo, bjorn turoque was overtaken and joined in momentarily. although this was a simple gesture, i felt it acknowledged the raw power of rock within me.
it was essentially my first time playing in front of an audience, and out side of a few van halen backward runs i was pretty rooted down.
i had planned jumping off a table during stand up and shout but when the dude controlling it turned it off it sort of ruined my moment. i was going to jump from the table and land on my knees and tear into the solo and continually jump kick. at which point everyone in the room would turn around and declare and upset and encourage me to go on to a regional to enter and take the national trophy.
this did not happen.
i have more work to do, and a costume to make...but i can do these things...soon.
fear has been my mistress for too long. so fear, i SMACK thee to the side and triumphantly tread to victory. in the name of rock and roll.
Monday, June 4, 2007
i never elaborated on this!
i'll put it into format later...
meet fellow adventurer papows!
after a quest to the party of parties in philadelphia, we returned to my abode to be locked out...what's more...IN A TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR!
after being in philadelphia for the past 2 days we could both really benefit from some cleansing.
so what do we do? do we succumb as most might?
the obvious choice is to go to the nearest bodega buy some irish spring soap and shower in the rain. the proper choice indeed.
then it was off to man hat to meet friend roo for sushi dinner...again walking far longer than needed in said downpour.
after dinner we receive word that my keys are in custody of a girl who was watching my roommate's dog. she's about to leave for work in 30 minutes. at this point we're about 2 miles from where she is. a bus could come, does it? no. obvious choice? give her a call and find somewhere else to stay and clean up?
adventure choice: run along the bus route in continued torrential downpour in the event that we may intercept one. this does not happen. we continue to run the remainder of the 2 miles, fully packed bags in tow. reach the destination with T - 1 minute to go! key checkpoint reached!
return home...everything is in order mission accomplished!
this video was not an air guitar video so much as a celebration of an adventure well executed!
papows has since returned to boston. he is missed.
Posted by :: smo :: at 10:44 PM