Went to Stonehenge and Bath today. Yeah, Stonehenge is pretty stony. It’s pretty much what you’d expect, but with 2 adjacent freeways. I could totally feel the 4000 year old spirit of crunk. Think about how many people have farted there since it was constructed.
I added something to the ancient wind.
When in Bath…
drink the water. Pretty much the same thing as the Lithia water in Ashland, but crunker because Romans used to drink it.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Crunkards of the World Unite
Found a couple of cool sites that list good rock shows and clubs:
artrocker.com
irlondon.co.uk
Used artrocker last night and found a really cool free show. It was at a pub, but the crowd was more of a house show crowd. A band from Brighton and Cambridge played called The Cathode Ray Syndrome. They were fucking amazing. Kind of mathy post rock. Imagine The Fucking Champs mixed with Mogwai and you might come close to an idea of what they sounded like. I picked up their cd, so I’ll pass it around when I get back.
I can’t stress how cool it was to go to a small show and see some local acts that I’ve never heard of. A lot of the other students are spending like £10 to get in to shitty clubs, and then paying for drinks once they get in there. I’m so glad I’m a crunkard—I harnessed the spirit of crunk to find last night’s free show and snuck in a bottle of Jack (which was still expensive— £9.99 / half liter). Daniel and I hung out with some of the guys from the band after the show and they smoked us out. Crunkards of the world are usually really friendly to each other.
artrocker.com
irlondon.co.uk
Used artrocker last night and found a really cool free show. It was at a pub, but the crowd was more of a house show crowd. A band from Brighton and Cambridge played called The Cathode Ray Syndrome. They were fucking amazing. Kind of mathy post rock. Imagine The Fucking Champs mixed with Mogwai and you might come close to an idea of what they sounded like. I picked up their cd, so I’ll pass it around when I get back.
I can’t stress how cool it was to go to a small show and see some local acts that I’ve never heard of. A lot of the other students are spending like £10 to get in to shitty clubs, and then paying for drinks once they get in there. I’m so glad I’m a crunkard—I harnessed the spirit of crunk to find last night’s free show and snuck in a bottle of Jack (which was still expensive— £9.99 / half liter). Daniel and I hung out with some of the guys from the band after the show and they smoked us out. Crunkards of the world are usually really friendly to each other.
London Crunking
Found a six pack of Stella 50cl (16.9oz) for £5 ($10), a pretty good deal. Any time you find beer for less that a pound it’s a bargain. There is always Strongbow, a hobo cider, if you want to get crunk. You can get a 2 liter bottle for £2.26 over at Tesco. Bars? Yeah, they’re more expensive—anywhere between £1-4 for a beer. I do most of my drinking in my room, on the street or on the tube. There’s no open container law here—it’s just low class to walk around with a 2L of Strongbow, but hey I’m not the classiest.
Yes, I have been doing more than drinking, but I just wanted to break the ice with something we are all familiar with. I started my journey off in Brighton, staying with Ann and Russell. I had a lot of fun hanging out with them and exploring the city by myself. The beach is great. Instead of sand there are pebbles. France is about 23 miles south, but you can’t see it. I think it’s the beach where there was the Mod/Rocker war years back, but I’m not sure—I didn’t see to many of either until last night. I finally found a rocker bar, but I’ll get to that later. Russ and Ann sent me off well on my last night by taking me to their friends house. Paul and Jackie are extreme Guided by Voices fans—their first trip to the states was to catch GbV on their last tour. So what did we do that night? Drank beer, smoked hash and listened to GbV along with other awesome music. I felt like I was at the crunk house’s British cousin’s house.
Needless to say, I arrived in London with quite a hangover. One of the other students asked me if I had been drinking earlier that morning. Rookie. Kensington, the area where I am staying, is one of the poshest in the world. Besides the little boys’ cars like Porshes and Ferraris, the place is also littered with Bentleys and Rolls Royces. So yeah, I look pretty crunk walking around in Carhart hoodie with a 2L of Strongbow. Daniel has been a great roommate. It’s hard not to get along with someone who can claim to have played with the Keystone Eyes. If we get in an argument, it will only be over who gets the last beer, and chances are that neither of us will remember it in the morning anyway.
The internet is shit here, that’s why it’s taken me so long to get this up. Every time I try to do something, it takes about four times as long as I’m used to. So I might not be able to put up photos—I’ll leave that for Myspace. I’ll try to post something on this blog every day or two—keep checking if you want to know what I’m getting up to.
Yes, I have been doing more than drinking, but I just wanted to break the ice with something we are all familiar with. I started my journey off in Brighton, staying with Ann and Russell. I had a lot of fun hanging out with them and exploring the city by myself. The beach is great. Instead of sand there are pebbles. France is about 23 miles south, but you can’t see it. I think it’s the beach where there was the Mod/Rocker war years back, but I’m not sure—I didn’t see to many of either until last night. I finally found a rocker bar, but I’ll get to that later. Russ and Ann sent me off well on my last night by taking me to their friends house. Paul and Jackie are extreme Guided by Voices fans—their first trip to the states was to catch GbV on their last tour. So what did we do that night? Drank beer, smoked hash and listened to GbV along with other awesome music. I felt like I was at the crunk house’s British cousin’s house.
Needless to say, I arrived in London with quite a hangover. One of the other students asked me if I had been drinking earlier that morning. Rookie. Kensington, the area where I am staying, is one of the poshest in the world. Besides the little boys’ cars like Porshes and Ferraris, the place is also littered with Bentleys and Rolls Royces. So yeah, I look pretty crunk walking around in Carhart hoodie with a 2L of Strongbow. Daniel has been a great roommate. It’s hard not to get along with someone who can claim to have played with the Keystone Eyes. If we get in an argument, it will only be over who gets the last beer, and chances are that neither of us will remember it in the morning anyway.
The internet is shit here, that’s why it’s taken me so long to get this up. Every time I try to do something, it takes about four times as long as I’m used to. So I might not be able to put up photos—I’ll leave that for Myspace. I’ll try to post something on this blog every day or two—keep checking if you want to know what I’m getting up to.
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