never bothered, never pressed
I was reading about the contents of the CMJ registration bag (to call it anything gift or swag-like is to joke) and I was remembering all the stupid crap I used to get — from CMJ, from NXNE, from Canadian Music Week.
Remember back when I was just a girl with some crazy ideas, I got to do things like go to a million shows for free? Now I have a job at MTV and don't get to do anything like that. I don't even get free CDs. What a bummer.
Anyway, I read about all these shows and adventures, and maybe it's my 18 months of sleep deprivation, but it doesn't even sound appealing to me anymore. I think, "Eew, people," which is just sad.
Dollo wants to go to a show tomorrow night, and it's early and in Williamsburg, and it's a band that [has one song that] I like. So that's probably a good way to not miss it altogether.
But right now, day 2, I'm in my pajamas in my kitchen, listening to the TV play "Easy Lover" at every single commercial break (thanks, "Grand Theft Auto: Miami Heat" or whatever the beep it's called) and glad I don't have 9 shows I'm supposed to hit tonight.
posted by j @ 5:12 PM
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Testify, Sister Jane! I used to also fret about such things -- which shows to goto every CMJ (and New Music Seminar, which no one seems to remember but me, because I'm older than the damn Sphynx). I have exceptionally fond memories of seeing bands like Redd Kross, Gutterball, Digital Underground, Fishbone, the Dead Milkmen -- and this all practically in one night. I don't miss getting all agitated by fellow badge-brandishing rock "journalists" who would stand around, blocking views and talking during band performances. That used to send me into a rage. Show some damn respect, you swag-addicted industry leech! I always found CMJ shows so unrewarding -- the bands didn't put in their best performances, because they knew it was an industry showcase (and not for real fans) etc. I don't miss that shit. I do miss the venues (rememer Tramps? Gone. Remember Woodies? Gone. Remember Wetlands? Gone. Remember Brownies? Gone. Remember the Academy? Gone. Remember the Rock Hotel? Gone. Remember the Marquee? Gone. Need I continue?) Moreover, I can't say I give a rolling rat fuck about most of the bands on this year's CMJ circuit (`cos, again, I'm older than the Sphynx.)
Anyway, waaaah!!!
"Grand Theft Auto: Miami Heat," bahahahaha! I will be thinking of all this on Saturday when I am two states away FINALLY seeing one of my lifelong dream shows, yet inexplicably wishing I was dead. (Chris is promising to keep me "well medicated," however ... whatever THAT means.)
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