Also, I went to a concert last night. Here are a couple of observations: Holy crimped hair (not worn ironically). This one homely girl, who was belly-dancing up a storm btw, had hair down to her ass. Oh, I forgot to mention that she had taken the time to crimp all of it. HAHAHAHAHA! She has "It's Raining Men" blasting from her stereo as she dances around her bathroom caking on her make-up and crimping her hair, getting ready for a girls' night out. She is practicing her moves for later that night, "Would you do me? I'd do me. I'd do me so hard." (Silence of the Lambs reference)
There was this one gentleman wandering around the room the entire night. Maybe it was his slackened jaw, maybe it was his stuttering shuffle, or endless vapid gaze, but he must have done a lot of acid in the 60's because he looked perma-fried. Seriously, he looked liked he missed the cast party of Shutter Island to go to that concert. I didn't want to tell him, but the venue was a bar and everyone in the place was over 21, but I heard The Wiggles were in town, so you know, there was hope.
Documentaries are also a part of Noise Pop. I saw one that was awful. The director was there, and I just wanted to stand up in the middle of the movie and junk punch him, take his wallet, and walk out of the theater. Echotone. Worst movie I have seen in years. Worse than both Chun Li and Dragonball Z. And yes I did see both of those, thanks Ssdac. What made the movie so horribly awful is that fact that it could have been really interesting. The movie was supposed to be about the music scene in Austin, TX. Apparently, development of new condos have crept upon entertainment districts, and complaints from new residents were starting to get venues closed. This could have been fascinating, but it just wasn't told thoroughly. I actually heard someone say that the movie was, "Brilliant." Maybe if you had a frontal lobotomy. Or maybe I am just too mainstream.
