Hipster Confession #2626

My first thought when I see a indie band on the cover pitchfork.com is nearly always “I liked them way before they got pitchfork big”

Cookies and Collages

I like to eat eat eat apples and bananas

So the past two weeks or so I have been meaning to post something, but I’ve been so lazzzzyyyyyyy. Lets see…first my friend mike and I made delicious oatmeal raisin cookies. We went to some corner store near his place and picked up baking essentials first.

Then we got to dough makin. But we forgot the oatmeal, so there was that. But the cookies turned out great, so great in fact, that everyone ate them before we could get a chance to take a picture.

Secondly. I finally got around to making a collage of the stuff I saved from summer. It turned out not bad. I only used rubber cement and packaging tape and that binding everything pretty well. It was a great trip down memory lane. Theres stuff from the Nashville/Club Kid trip, some Lolla stuff, and just random other things that I had saved for such a project. I think this might become a annual thing.

There it be Y’all

Anyways I’m out. Keep it real….toasty…er…real…awesome?

Peace

Marc Alice

er I mean

Marc Allen

or

Marcus Allen

whatever.

Baby G Fucks Shit Up and in other news Lollapoolza was great Part Uno

Went to chicago. Had to reisit the urge to listen to Chicago by Sufjan (because come on that would make me sooo douche right?) Anywayz, we gets to Chi-city around 7ish on thursday after a long as ride from michigan city. After some city travelin we make it to Erics old apartment, which is currently occupied by Erics old roommate Alex Deaton, his friend Danny, and the wildcard Carlee (Carly?). Heres the kicker, Alex (the one person we all knew, and who eric asked if all 12 of us could stay there) wasn’t there. But lucky for us, the other roommates were chill as fuck. So we all packed into Deatons room for some drinking before heading out about town. THEN BABY FUCKING G SHOWS UP. This mo’fo comes in drunk as duck with a sideways waddle. Then he breaks Carlees nice expensice bubbler. Yup, drunky mcdrunkerson breaks the bubbler. But hey we were drunk, and as far as im concerned we are all absolved of our decisions that night. (sorry to all for snoring loud and farting in my sleep, I know gross).

iday, friday, friday gotta get down down on friday. And thats exactly what we did, after a good wake and bake…baked goods. Unforuntally I didnt have a ticket for Friday or Saturday so I was forced to fend for myself. Everyone went about going to the show, while Baby G and me went to Argo Tea to do some work. Then some how by the sweet sweat on Perry Farrels chin Baby G got a ticket. So he left to attend the show, while I finished my work and waited for the arrival of Matt James Rich. While waiting I ventured to fabled land of Illnois known as Boys Town, which first let me note is FABULOUS!!!! I found some neat thrift shops which had some sweet deals, I found a members only jacket for 30 bucks (didnt get though, not my look yo). And natually I was guided by the Chicago gods to the nearest most awesomest Comic Book Store…Cant remember the name of it, but it was swoot. I bought another copy of Optic Nerve 8 by Adrian Tomine (such a good fucking comic, review to come soon) and I bought some other Drawn and Qaurterly comics, and The newest issue of the Boys. Now being the hipster that I am I have down two of the three things Hipsters must do in the city (Fashion, Alt Book store) so lastly I had to find the “Coffee Shop”. Which I did, it was only about 2 blocks away from the metro. I go in and hop on the interent and read some news (Pitchfork), then I proceed to read some comics. While reading some comics the barista Alicia notices and recongizes the Optic Nerve comic. We strike up this convo about how at comic conventions, comics are getting shafted. I then ask her about some good places to grab a pabst and read a comic. She points next door. I fall in love. Its this big black bar on the corner of the block. It has all old furinature I would say somewhere around the late 60’s early 70’s. So I go over to get a drink. I’m at the bar and I ask for a PBR, when the older gentlemen named Chad comes walks up looking for the bartender. We shoot the shit on some small talk, you know, where ya from blah blah. When my drink comes, he laughs and tells me a man on vacation shouldnt be drinking cheap, and he buys me a whisky. So this guy starts talking to me about youth, and settling down in life. This man had obviously lived a full life. Suddenly a taller, and slightly younger man pops a sqaut at the open seat next to me and shares a passionate peck with the other man. Man one, whose name is Cal by the way introduces man two to me, who is Phil by the way. The two of them had been dating for about 12 years, and have only lived in chicago for about 5. I spent about another hour and a half just picking these guys minds. Then I went and picked up Matt from the train station and we walked back to the apartment and passed the fuck out

End of part 1(Sorry for the massive amounts of TYPOS)

Sean Lennon and Norah Jones Sang Me a Lullaby Last Night

This weekend I hit the get shit done button that had been collecting dust in my closet. Bam, so much shit got done. I moved my stuff from Ypsi back home (I’m going to miss Coleford Blackmans :(). Then I organized all my clothes and books for easy packing. Then I cleaned my room, except for the giant oil pastel stain on the floor. I’m still putting a lot of things in order. But so far my to-do list is as follows:

_ Finish at least 2 of your comic ideas by summers end

_ Finish speech related things

_ Actually finish The Suburbs vs. My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

_ Make my T-Shirt Blanket

_ Make-out with Scarlett Johansson (totally possible, I know right)

Anywayz

Once I get that shit done, I feel like I will be starting fall with a clean sheet.

OMG I almost forgot. Here’s a playlist

Nightlight - The Spilljoy Ensemble

Teenage Love Affair - Alicia Keys

A Place Called Home - PJ Harvey

Push - Matchbox Twenty

85 - Rilo Kiley

Raphael - CocoRosie

Tomorrow - Sean Lennon

Can You Tell - Ra Ra Riot

Come Away With Me - Norah Jones

A Sun Came - Sufjan Stevens (Can be tagged out by All Delighted People)

Road Trippin With 3 million fireflies

My body is sore. I embraced my impulsive side. 3 Sundays ago my friend Jenny (aka James aka The Lazy River) calls me asks if I want to take a trip to Nashville. At first I did some math in my head (Tall black man + Tennessee = eeck!) But then I went, well the south has changed…or is changing…meh. So Then Thursday rolls around, and I take a Indian Trails bus (not Greyhound because apparently they are leaving MI) to K-zoo. From K-zoo I get a ride with Emilia to Ypsilanti, she is also going to Nashville. We spend the ride talking about how weird it is being home. After getting to my Ypsi home. I pretty much just passed out. The following morning we left. I felt bad because Jenny’s car is a stick, and she is the only one who could drive a stick. Then drive although wonderful and exciting was long and growling. But soon (and by soon I mean 12 hours) we were in Nashville. Soon we found ourselves in a taxi and drunk from pre-gaming. Now the night is a little hazy. But the top there highlights are as follows:

1) Jenny and the random dancing guy

2) Getting free cover into a bar because I was traveling with two woman.

3) Um drinking

So the night ended and we awoke for the second part of our adventure. We didnt know where we were going. So we just headed north for Mammoth Cave. Once there we went on a ferry (which Jenny geeked out about)

We then wondered around through a pretty legit trail. It was peaceful, quiet. Well like nature quiet (loads of chirping and branch breaking). Craziness. After about a million hours of aimless wondering we left and hit the open road. Once again without any direction. But eventually we made it somewhere. But I was too drunk to remember. But anyways the drive back was full of tired ass people. Um probably the best highlight of that was the fact that every gas station we stopped at, we had stopped at on a previous road trip. Also the delicate subtle voice of Jon Ronson on This American Life. Then we made it home.

But instead of heading straight to Holland. I stayed the night in Ypsilanti and a few drinks with some good ol’friends. All in all. I am addicted to road tripping.