- "Digital Block" 07.01.02
When buying chicken by Drive-thru, one must always suspect that the car in front of them must have ordered thirty pieces of chicken which leads me and Julie to joke about ordering a 500 piece dinner with a side order of potato wedges an mashed potatoes with a, as in one, diet coke. Instead we order stuff off the menu. For some unknown reason, whenever Im with anyone in a car, and food is being ordered via drive-thru speaker, EVERYTHING is fucking hilarious. Everything becomes a laugh. When doing the ordering myself and this happens I know I must sound like a fucking idiot. I just say thank you allot and be as nice as possible cause I dont want them to spit in my food...
We get to the window, which I notice is REAL dirty. I turn down Radar Secret Service on the CD player in Darth Vader (my new, black car) and me and Julie talk how the drive-thru windows are real dirty but joke around saying to each other "Man, those windows are so clean. I cant hardly tell theres even glass there. The attendant comes to the window with the monetary amount. I hand over the money for our meal. The attendant quickly responds with a "thank you" and tells us that its going to be a minute before our chicken is done.
I say "Thank You" continuing my path of courtesy; my drive-thru thing....
No sooner had the window slid shut and I reached for the stereo knob to turn up Radar Secret Service when the window slid back open with a different worker handing us a large bag quickly out the window saying "Thank You, have a nice day". It was like we were getting some sort of hand-off or something but it was just chicken.
Julie and I laugh. We both remark how it just doesnt seem right when someone hands you anything at the speed at which our chicken was handed to us, hands out a quick thank you and goodbye.... It all was a bit odd. But hey, nor Julie or me are very suprised.
My contact at Morphius Records responded to the review I wrote about The Miss and I thought I would share this with you.... A lil behind the scenes at Blank Generation shit.
"ahhhhh- how sweet it is. do you think you can give up on the UK Subs shit
already- I mean c'mon"
Uh.... What would Greg Lowery do?
It was Thursday and Zero Crag were practicing. I woke up at 4AM. Worked 10 hours and clocked out at 3:30 PM. I got home and done with a bath by4:30 PM. By 5:15 PM I was out the door and heading to Practice. BY 6PM I was at practice and unloading. We practiced until we took a break around 8PM. The last time I ate was on my Lunch Break at Noon. I farted. It stank REAL bad despite the lack of substance in my body... Microbe and Andy remarked about the content of said fart. I looked at them both and stated "Man, I havent ate in so long, the smell of that fart made me hungry"
The Clone Defects were tearing up The Southgate House ballroom left and right. By this time Tim had just given up trying to play his guitar. A member of The Hypochondriacs would catch up with me and say to me that he noticed how out of tune Tim was and how I probably liked that.
He was right. I loved it. I even liked how Tim really did try to get in tune with Wes and just sort went through all the motions but really, the guitar was still far out of tune when they began their first song and things didnt get any better....
Tim seemed to be having a normal night in my book. Everything was falling apart around him. Nothing seemed to be working right. He was plagued with failure. Yeah, another night....
He had taken a plastic fork and taped it to his right arm. I heard someone ask someone else behind me why he had a plastic fork taped to his arm. What was it all about. Why did he do that? Nothing but questions.
Questions there was no answers for... for you could have asked Tim why and he himself dis not know. he just moved. he acted. A sphere of creativity follows people like him. Tonight he was in rare for, I had only seen The Clone Defects one other time but I could tell.... He had something tonight. The sunglasses, thru them you could see he had a look. Rabid.
The three mic stands, one for Tim. One for Wes. One for Fog. They couldnt stand. The Mics and their cords became twisted and all fallen by sets end. Members of the crowd would try to pick them up and straighten them out but within seconds. Bam, they would fall again.
Paul had fire too. Paul... He was obviously drunk. He pushed me and said "Look at all these docile people" He motioned to the surrounding crowd with his arms. Paul is a titan... "They need some action! They need to be fucked up. They need to be woke up". yeah, OK.... Paul was talking like some sort of rock and/or roll Tyler Durden. He nudged me in the shoulder. "Lets me and you do it" he said.... "You do it and I will take your picture" I responded. Where was Paul in 1992 when I was him? He was 8.
I was wanting to get some good pics of The Clone Defects and I was. It ended up at nearly three rolls.... So There the Clone Defects were. Setting the pace for The Dirtbombs and The Detroit Cobras that, at my opinion, both couldnt match despite valiant efforts.
Paul was feeling it. The music. It had him.... The Clone Defects had him. A slave to the sonic art. Paul was responding. With Tim, Paul would find a partner. he would take what Tim was dealing and throw it right back. Tim found his target and his validation in Paul and in Tim, Paul found his reason.
At sets end Paul said "Hey, what about me getting kicked in the head by that guy. Should I go do Something about it".
"No" I responded. Just watch. I didnt know what was going to happen, seriously, I had no clue but I knew it would all work out. I know what many of you reading this would have done, just keep that all to yourself.... Watch and learn...
Moments later Tim came over to where Paul and I and a load of others were. I thank Tim for the set and he obliges. He thanks me for being there and asked where that guy was he scuffled with. He had spotted him as soon as he had finished his sentence and had began walking his way. Paul, seeing that he was heading his way, braced himself for what he thought would happen....
He was wrong of course. obviously, he hadnt listened to me. I told him everything was going to work out. and it did.
Tim had an extra beer. He gave to to Paul and they talked a bit. Paul disclosed to me what was discussed and was suprised how it all worked out for the best. Tim wasnt mad. he didnt want a fight. Paul didnt want a fight. Paul asked me what just happened. Finally, he seen that I knew something he didnt....
I explained to Paul how Tim looks at situations. I dont know Tim, havent had allot of conversations with him, mostly just conversations about him. From those conversations I have gathered, and I seem to be pretty right that Tim considers himself an artist. Tim understands that his music moved people to do things. Sometimes those things are quiet. refined. Sometimes those things are loud and very obvious. What Paul did was REACT to what Tim was doing. Reaction is sometimes subtle, like a guy clenching a fist while you play a song and some reactions are very obvious, like a guy throwing a tray of vegetables off a table onto the floor (two things I have witnessed myself playing in a band at a live setting).
Paul reacted to Tim. Tim reacted to Paul. Paul did what he wanted and Tim did what he wanted. Such reactions might be considered harsh in some eyes and barbaricin others but really, it was a beautiful thing. The sonic meeting the physical. Tim is a Titan. Paul is a Titan. The Clone Defects are Titans.
It was a time of Titans....
This was the fifth installment of Digital Block by Shawn Abnoxious. You liked it or you didnt.... Yeah, well...
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