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Jul. 16th, 2004 11:53 amA great many thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nomadoh for getting me out of Jawndomay last night. I love my world, really I do, but damn if I wasn't going a bit stir-crazy these last few days. I still have my bitters - those are viable, doubt them not! However, I feel a bit less shoulders-to-my-ears-in-angst-y today, for sure.
So it was the Synth Cleveland meeting at Rain Night Club thatnomadoh carted me to a la The Great Yellow Bug. I was happy to hear/ see 20goto10 again, although I was still in anti-social/ quietly-listen&watch-mode Dawn Dawn when Sara, the lead singer, came up to talk with me. I felt like a bit of an arse when our conversation went four sentences and she ended it with, "Well, that's that," and walked away.
*shrugs* I dunno...I just don't always have something to say other than what has been said. I was tellingnomadoh this last night, and he joked about me not having anything to say ever. I do have things to say though. I guess, well...I don't know. I hate fighting to say what's in my head, I've always hated that. There's always PLENTY of noise up there, rest assured, or I wouldn't type so damn much on here (what was that zzahn said? My posts are some of the longest he has on his friend's list???~;P) The words just sometimes...no, not fail me. Hmm...
Dare I say it's more a matter of wanting to speak in a genuine fashion rather than speak in a meaningless format? I like sharing, having equal parts of talking and listening with people. I've become incredibly accustomed to people talking and talking though, and I have to struggle to get words in edge-wise, which leaves me wondering if they want to hear me or themselves more. I've worked my way into a pattern of sorts where I wind up asking questions, leaving the task of talking behind and simply focusing on listening, learning. Of course, in some ways I think this has hindered my social capacity. In others, I find I save myself some annoyances, and learn enough about someone - because people like talking about themselves, really - to know whether or not I wish to keep having conversations with them in the long run.
Of course, last night proved me wrong in several ways. Which was nice. Initially, I was a bit disheartened by my lack of conversational skills with Sara - she seems like a very nice person. Later though,zzahn showed up with his better-half and they always make me feel very social, being so social themselves. I wound up meeting a few people I have heard about or seen about the Cleveland music world, like Geo, for instance, who was quite amusing in his noting how I am THE Dawn Dawn!!! *smiles* Yeah, that amused me considerably.
Meilio, who has been pretty much everywhere lately, showed up and said hello, as didnemesisn72, who wound up not DJing, sadly. In the midst of all the familiarity and faces, I noticed one I didn't know, and something - that thing that randomly shows up when I least expect it to - told me to introduce myself. Thus, I met the very kind and interesting tiktiktok, whom I have seen about numerous livejournals, but had never had the pleasure of meeting. It started off a bit awkward, and I almost fell back into quiet-shy-antisocial Dawn again, but I decided to fight it off, and the night got better from there.
As for the show, I think it's a pity that anyone would play at Rain. It's not that it's such a bad club - it's not. Djing is well-suited, and sitting about rambling, but it's just not a good place for a band to play. It felt as if I were looking into a scene of Twin Peaks, watching Sara dance and sing in the room behind the bar, surrounded by sound equipment and black & red, tiger-striped curtains. I was amused by the thought of David Lynch sitting in on the event, having his three-cents spill out amongst the Synth Clevelanders - what a trip that would be!~8) 20goto10 sounded great though, as I knew they would. Something about a band doing both a Dio cover and a Pixies cover in the same show is worth smiling about.~8)
Later, Meilio convincednomadoh and I to head out to the Hi-Fi for a bit, and we nudged tiktiktok to come as well. It was some strange mix of hard rock, late 80's/ early '90's - ah hell, anything went, really! I heard Poison, Hall and Oates, Def Leppard, and some more unusual shtuff as well - a band called Scissor Sisters did a really great version of Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" (thanks tiktiktok for finding that out!~8)
Too many rounds, many more laughs, loud music, rowdy people, fun, silly conversations (including one in which the girl from Rain who came out with Meilio, Mary Ruth [?], swore she had raped two men LOL). No sooner did I mention tonomadoh that men in overalls disturb me than the man who inspired the comment, Paul, came over and sat at the table with us. He kept making fists and yelling his best "YEEEAAAAAAAAHHHH!" imitating a wrestler or perhaps James Hettfield (I know I spelled his name wrong - do you really care?) Paul introduced himself noting the fact that his name was a four-letter word. I bet you all can imagine his delight when I told him mine was too.*smirks*
The night ended withnomadoh, tiktiktok and I at Dianna's, still talking and laughing, and an abrupt farewell as we walked our separate ways. It was so late - nomadoh crashed on the big, ugly burnt-orange squishy-couch, fighting off Chloebearmonster, whom I wound up shooing into Dawndom. Had the ritual end-of-the-night conversation with Gabe *smiles more*, and snuggled CBM to sleep. Yay big, fuzzy dogs!
Crazy, almost too-elaborate dreams...woke up to Butthead screeching because he couldn't see/ find said dog, andbindrune heading out to Dayton for the weekend.
I have since eaten a bowl of relatively stale cereal, talked to my da on the phone (he's going to CA for a week), found out I do not qualify for an insomnia study (DRAT!), and smiled considerably at all the silliness and wonder of the world.
More later - need to take care of Jawndomay business now.
TONIGHT! CAPSULE! MISSILE COMMAND!
Be there, dammit.
~;D
nomadoh for getting me out of Jawndomay last night. I love my world, really I do, but damn if I wasn't going a bit stir-crazy these last few days. I still have my bitters - those are viable, doubt them not! However, I feel a bit less shoulders-to-my-ears-in-angst-y today, for sure.So it was the Synth Cleveland meeting at Rain Night Club that
nomadoh carted me to a la The Great Yellow Bug. I was happy to hear/ see 20goto10 again, although I was still in anti-social/ quietly-listen&watch-mode Dawn Dawn when Sara, the lead singer, came up to talk with me. I felt like a bit of an arse when our conversation went four sentences and she ended it with, "Well, that's that," and walked away.*shrugs* I dunno...I just don't always have something to say other than what has been said. I was telling
nomadoh this last night, and he joked about me not having anything to say ever. I do have things to say though. I guess, well...I don't know. I hate fighting to say what's in my head, I've always hated that. There's always PLENTY of noise up there, rest assured, or I wouldn't type so damn much on here (what was that zzahn said? My posts are some of the longest he has on his friend's list???~;P) The words just sometimes...no, not fail me. Hmm...Dare I say it's more a matter of wanting to speak in a genuine fashion rather than speak in a meaningless format? I like sharing, having equal parts of talking and listening with people. I've become incredibly accustomed to people talking and talking though, and I have to struggle to get words in edge-wise, which leaves me wondering if they want to hear me or themselves more. I've worked my way into a pattern of sorts where I wind up asking questions, leaving the task of talking behind and simply focusing on listening, learning. Of course, in some ways I think this has hindered my social capacity. In others, I find I save myself some annoyances, and learn enough about someone - because people like talking about themselves, really - to know whether or not I wish to keep having conversations with them in the long run.
Of course, last night proved me wrong in several ways. Which was nice. Initially, I was a bit disheartened by my lack of conversational skills with Sara - she seems like a very nice person. Later though,
zzahn showed up with his better-half and they always make me feel very social, being so social themselves. I wound up meeting a few people I have heard about or seen about the Cleveland music world, like Geo, for instance, who was quite amusing in his noting how I am THE Dawn Dawn!!! *smiles* Yeah, that amused me considerably. Meilio, who has been pretty much everywhere lately, showed up and said hello, as did
nemesisn72, who wound up not DJing, sadly. In the midst of all the familiarity and faces, I noticed one I didn't know, and something - that thing that randomly shows up when I least expect it to - told me to introduce myself. Thus, I met the very kind and interesting tiktiktok, whom I have seen about numerous livejournals, but had never had the pleasure of meeting. It started off a bit awkward, and I almost fell back into quiet-shy-antisocial Dawn again, but I decided to fight it off, and the night got better from there.As for the show, I think it's a pity that anyone would play at Rain. It's not that it's such a bad club - it's not. Djing is well-suited, and sitting about rambling, but it's just not a good place for a band to play. It felt as if I were looking into a scene of Twin Peaks, watching Sara dance and sing in the room behind the bar, surrounded by sound equipment and black & red, tiger-striped curtains. I was amused by the thought of David Lynch sitting in on the event, having his three-cents spill out amongst the Synth Clevelanders - what a trip that would be!~8) 20goto10 sounded great though, as I knew they would. Something about a band doing both a Dio cover and a Pixies cover in the same show is worth smiling about.~8)
Later, Meilio convinced
nomadoh and I to head out to the Hi-Fi for a bit, and we nudged tiktiktok to come as well. It was some strange mix of hard rock, late 80's/ early '90's - ah hell, anything went, really! I heard Poison, Hall and Oates, Def Leppard, and some more unusual shtuff as well - a band called Scissor Sisters did a really great version of Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" (thanks tiktiktok for finding that out!~8)Too many rounds, many more laughs, loud music, rowdy people, fun, silly conversations (including one in which the girl from Rain who came out with Meilio, Mary Ruth [?], swore she had raped two men LOL). No sooner did I mention to
nomadoh that men in overalls disturb me than the man who inspired the comment, Paul, came over and sat at the table with us. He kept making fists and yelling his best "YEEEAAAAAAAAHHHH!" imitating a wrestler or perhaps James Hettfield (I know I spelled his name wrong - do you really care?) Paul introduced himself noting the fact that his name was a four-letter word. I bet you all can imagine his delight when I told him mine was too.*smirks* The night ended with
nomadoh, tiktiktok and I at Dianna's, still talking and laughing, and an abrupt farewell as we walked our separate ways. It was so late - nomadoh crashed on the big, ugly burnt-orange squishy-couch, fighting off Chloebearmonster, whom I wound up shooing into Dawndom. Had the ritual end-of-the-night conversation with Gabe *smiles more*, and snuggled CBM to sleep. Yay big, fuzzy dogs!Crazy, almost too-elaborate dreams...woke up to Butthead screeching because he couldn't see/ find said dog, and
bindrune heading out to Dayton for the weekend. I have since eaten a bowl of relatively stale cereal, talked to my da on the phone (he's going to CA for a week), found out I do not qualify for an insomnia study (DRAT!), and smiled considerably at all the silliness and wonder of the world.
More later - need to take care of Jawndomay business now.
TONIGHT! CAPSULE! MISSILE COMMAND!
Be there, dammit.
~;D
