Pretentious bollocks
Possibly the worst event I ever went to was an evening of turntablists in London. The lights went down, the first guy put a cymbal onto a turntable, dropped the needle on it and left it making screeching noises for ten minutes.
When the lights came up, half the audience had snuck out.
What's the most pretentious rubbish you've ever been to see in the name of art?
( , Wed 28 Sep 2005, 14:19)
Possibly the worst event I ever went to was an evening of turntablists in London. The lights went down, the first guy put a cymbal onto a turntable, dropped the needle on it and left it making screeching noises for ten minutes.
When the lights came up, half the audience had snuck out.
What's the most pretentious rubbish you've ever been to see in the name of art?
( , Wed 28 Sep 2005, 14:19)
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I went out to a keg party
with my ex girlfriend and her scabrous new girlfriend. I was tripping on mescaline. The people had a carpeted stage in the basement and some ugly girl was on it playing a guitar and singing wretched original songs.
The performer stopped and asked me and scabrous new girlfriend to stop talking. She actually asked us our names first and then asked us by name to stop disrupting her performance.
Ex girlfriend, who was the butch type, said [isoscles brown] is going to sing now and took her guitar. We played Angel From Montgomery and then I spent the rest of the night in a corner with two guys telling me about some zombie movie they'd rented from the store I worked in.
I meant to say the shushing guitar player was pretentious but reading what I wrote five years after it happened makes me realize I'm pretentious too. Tee hee!
P.S. Did anyone else get a pop up from the Cloaca site with animation of Mr Clean with no torso or legs and exposed intestines telling you to buy one of these machines to improve the look of your home's interior; I believe he also mentioned something about it being a good investment. I shit you not!
( , Thu 29 Sep 2005, 7:09, Reply)
with my ex girlfriend and her scabrous new girlfriend. I was tripping on mescaline. The people had a carpeted stage in the basement and some ugly girl was on it playing a guitar and singing wretched original songs.
The performer stopped and asked me and scabrous new girlfriend to stop talking. She actually asked us our names first and then asked us by name to stop disrupting her performance.
Ex girlfriend, who was the butch type, said [isoscles brown] is going to sing now and took her guitar. We played Angel From Montgomery and then I spent the rest of the night in a corner with two guys telling me about some zombie movie they'd rented from the store I worked in.
I meant to say the shushing guitar player was pretentious but reading what I wrote five years after it happened makes me realize I'm pretentious too. Tee hee!
P.S. Did anyone else get a pop up from the Cloaca site with animation of Mr Clean with no torso or legs and exposed intestines telling you to buy one of these machines to improve the look of your home's interior; I believe he also mentioned something about it being a good investment. I shit you not!
( , Thu 29 Sep 2005, 7:09, Reply)
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