This was over twenty years ago? Holy shit, I’m old.
Earlier this week, Tiny Cartridge did a quick post on a bunch of BS about Nintendo signing with Nvidia for some sort of technical thing that I don’t understand. But in that post, there was a video embedded: the video for L’Trimm’s Cars That Go Boom.
Dude! L’Trimm was awesome! I haven’t even thought of this song since I was in elementary school. I remember my awkward fifth grade dance, where I asked a girl named Valerie to be my Valentine. She declined (due to her involvement with a rat-tailed boy named Timothy) and called me fat, which has pretty much set the tone for all my future relationships. Every time I ask a girl out, I just remember Valerie making fun of my sweatpants. I’m so sad.
Uh, but… I’ve been listening to this song all week, and it’s fantastic. Except my current age means that when I picture “cars that go boom,” they’re occupying busy intersections in middle eastern countries.
Have you ever been in a situation that was so embarrassing that you actually started praying for an apocalyptic event, as the loss of all human life on this planet would be preferable to the discomfort you were experiencing at that moment? Let me entertain you with a story!
I volunteer at a chiptune show once a month in Philadelphia called 8static. It’s pretty awesome, and I’ve been a fan for a long time, so I love being able to help out with taking tickets, hanging posters or whatever to support the show. One of the perks of volunteering is that I can bring a guest for free. My friend Ryan heard about the audio mixing workshop before this month’s show and wanted to check it out. So he was going to be my plus one, as the French say.
Except Ryan was really late and completely missed the workshop. His excuse was that he had to stop and eat an entire pizza on the way. When he did finally show up, he was obviously drunk. No Carrier (who organizes the event) came over and I introduced them to one another. Ryan starts pointing to me dramatically, saying “I love this guy!” No Carrier tried to be nice, with a reply along the lines of “Uh, yeah, he’s great.”
Then Ryan decides to up the ante: “No, you don’t understand. I love him sexually.” There was an accompanying hand motion.
I guess he thought it would be a hilarious thing to say. It wasn’t. I wanted to die. I’m surrounded by tons of really cool musicians and some guy in a soiled Nike t-shirt is talking about doing me. And he’s my guest.
On top of that, he was trash talking open mic performers. “That dude needs to get his head out of his ass! That was terrible!” Keep in mind that 8static is hosted in a rather intimate venue, so when he said such things, everyone could hear him.
After two sets of that, we had to leave. As in, Ryan decided that he was tired and we had to leave. So I didn’t get to see Covox or Nullsleep play. The entire ride back to South Philly I just kept thinking “Oh man… is this really my friend?” But I suppose true friendship extends beyond the limitations of common sense, civility and hygiene.
Besides, it could have been much worse. Ryan could have pulled out his cell phone and shown everyone video evidence of his loving me sexually. That would have been awkward.
Dudes! 8static, Philadelphia’s own chiptune revue, is this weekend. It’s going to be awesome, as always, and if you’re in the area you should come.
Starpause will be there, playing his first ever Philly gig. He’s also doing a free workshop beforehand on using the delightful LittleGPTracker. I really like Starpause just because his Twitter account is used for nothing but haikus. Animal Style (featured in the above video) and ARY are performing as well, and CHIKA is doing visuals. I frickin’ love Animal Style. His work and Starscream’s earlier stuff is what made me start taking chiptune music seriously.
The show is Saturday, July 18th, at 8:00pm. It’s at Studio 34, off of Baltimore Ave (West Philly). I’ll be there. I’ll be the awkward looking guy wearing a Black Lantern ring with dress shoes.
I am completely devastated by the death of Michael Jackson.
At first I was convinced that it was not happening, maybe some sort of Twitter prank. But then Twitter crashed and I knew it was for real. I spent several hours last night crying in the dark. Which probably says something, as I didn’t cry when I lost my grandfather earlier this year.
When I first started college I was a music snob. Completely pretentious. If an album wasn’t either unlistenable or underground, I would dismiss it with a laugh. Whenever this happened my friends would let me know that I was being a jackass. They were good friends! Eventually I learned to appreciate feel good music… the sort of stuff you just dance to and fall head over heels for. I don’t think I had ever danced before college.
One of the artists I really learned to love was Michael Jackson. We had so many dance parties to Thriller. Whenever Wanna Be Startin’ Something would come on, you knew it was going to be a great night. That album, like most of his music, was just pure joy. There’s not a lot you can say about it. I think Michael Jackson taught me to actually love music instead of just respecting it. I mean, I did an entire album of Michael Jackson cover songs at one point. I was in love, and I still am.
I hope that he’ll be remembered as an incredible performer and not the tragic figure he was made into later in life.
Also, They Don’t Care About Us is an amazing song. Those lyrics were like a slap in the face when I first heard it. The song still makes me a bit uncomfortable.