stockholm four

i'm home now. already a part of me feels like i never left new york and another part of me wishes i never left stockholm. i think i slept for about 10 hours total the entire time i was there, and i'm about to start trying to catch up, but i wanted to jot down a few last things i thought of that i'd like not to forget.

• almost all the swedish folks i flew close enough to notice ordered two drinks every time the stewardess came by. i didn't even know you could do that. and always black coffee. the coffee there is almost an entirely different experience from the coffee we drink here. very strong and thick.
• my last night out there i got to see some non-touristy spots and they reminded me of some of the bars i like in new york city. i guess cool places aren't that different anywhere you go. i still chickened out when it was my turn to order drinks though and even though i was told how to do it in swedish i still did it in english. i'm ashamed to admit that.
• it is impossible to know how old people are there unless you ask.
• i guess they have a fashion thing right now that sorta imitates the roaring 20's. which is kinda cool.
• i mentioned before about the baffling lightswitch in the hotel. i eventually figured out that when you first enter the room you're supposed to put your keycard in this slot near the door as the master switch. but now that i'm home i can show you this video i took.
• i also mentioned the music before, too. well, they have a show there (i think it's called eurovision) which is kinda like american idol in that it's mediocre pop talent that you vote for with your cell phone, but it's also kinda like the olympics in that each country is represented by a band. it's mostly pop music, and mostly in english. i watched it for a pretty long time while i was getting ready to go out one night. the finnish entry was not only not pop, but it was something i had heard before. i think i even may have linked to it from here before. watch this video for lordi - hard rock hallelujah, and then imagine the shitkicking elation i felt when i got to see these guys do it live with roman candles and sparklers shooting out of their guitars and them in full demon costumes, before and after eastern european kelly clarkson wannabes. oh man.
  

so that's all i can think of. it's long past time i hit the hay.

update: i found a vid of the lordi performance i saw. well, the bbc broadcast of it, anyway.

stockholm three

the back of the keycard to my hotel room says the following (only in english, which is just about the only thing that's not printed in both english and swedish. i thought this was worth sharing:

"if you find this key card, please read below. until 12 o'clock tomorrow, this card is valid in one of 532 rooms or in one of 17 conference rooms at the clarion hotel stockholm. however, if you are a thief do not even consider visiting us, as we have very good security both inside and outside the hotel and our front desk peronnel (sic) have eyes like hawks. if you are a guest or potential guest and would like more information about some of the different benefits we can offer you whilst staying at clarion hotel stockholm, please contact the front desk at telephone number (blahblah), and they will be happy to share with you all the great arrangements we have with our partners
below."

then it goes on to list some partners. but how weird is that?

in other news, i hate to keep saying the same thing over and over, but it's basically the only thing i can think about. i am absolutely the most exhausted i have ever been in my life. between the jetlag and the 3am party nights and the fact that the sun rises at around 4am, it's been a long week.

stockholm two

• apparently tipping a cab driver is the most confusing thing you can ever do in sweden.
• there's been something i wasn't able to put my finger on about this place, until a nice british fellow named nigel that we've been spending time with pointed it out. people stare you in the eyes here. according to nigel, that's true about all "scandies." but coming from new york (or london) where people would rather poke their eyes with a fork than look into yours with them, it's rather unnerving.
• the toilets here have two flush options. from what i can gather (based on the size of the buttons) one is your standard flush, and one is for when you really mean business.
• the money here is strangely sized. like coins in the us, all the different denominations for the paper money are different sizes. and the exchange rate is roughly 7.5 kronos to a dollar, which is tough math to do on the fly in your head. so i have basically no idea how much money i've been spending.
• last night i went to a bar made totally of ice. you drink out of glasses made of ice. they give you a parka and mittens. it was awesome, but also basically a commercial for absolut vodka, which was the only liquor they served. also it was etched into the ice walls in a bunch of places.
• i am so tired that i am having trouble remembering things. this happened to me the summer that i worked at a golf course and had to wake up every day at 4am, too. when you don't sleep you don't remember.
• i haven't been taking as many pictures as i should.

stockholm one

I’m writing this at around 11am Stockholm time (which is somewhere in the middle of the night in dear old new york. I haven’t figured out the wifi in this hotel yet, so i won’t be posting immediately, which is why I mention it. In fact, I haven’t figured out the lightswitches in this hotel yet. They are baffling. Here are some initial impressions of Stockholm.

• Even from the airplane, this place looks a lot different than anywhere I’ve ever been before.
  
• People here are attractive and well dressed to the extent that it’s intimidating. i expected that, but I didn’t expect that.
  
• The fonts on the highway signs are blockier. Everything is cleaner.
  
• I am really tired.
  
• So far everyone’s been really friendly. For my part, I haven’t been very talkative.
  
• I realized on the plane when the guy who I sat down next to greeted me in Swedish that I know less than nothing about this place. Not even how to say hello. or whether they’d drive on the left or the right side of the street here. (it’s the right.) who just gets on a plane to fly across an ocean with absolutely no idea what he’s getting into? This guy.
  
• There is no bureau in this hotel room. And not enough hangers. But the bathroom is majestic.
  
• The pop music isn’t bad when it’s not in English. Or at least, I can’t tell it’s bad. The pop songs in English are pretty awful, although i guess american pop songs are just as awful. The tv in the room was on when I got in with a message welcoming me by name, and a pop radio station on. I’ve left it on while I unpack because I like listening to the dj’s. I don’t understand a word of it but I’m pretty sure they spent 3 minutes talking about transsexuals.
  
• the cab took me past a bunch of american football fields, so i guess they play that here.
  
• I am in over my head.

Ok. I should change my clothes and get over to the convention center and meet up with everyone. No idea how I’m going to do that. I always thought it would be cool if you could commission a catapult to just launch you wherever you wanted and there would be big foamy landing cushions everywhere that the catapults were programmed to hit. I know they don’t do that in new york, but maybe I should inquire with the concierge. You never know, right? Or I guess I could just take a cab.

i really ought to be packing.

i should be packing. funny thing about graduating from college is that you almost forget what a huge procrastinator you are until something like packing for a business trip to sweden comes along. then it's like "oh yeah."

there's this guy i worked with. he just quit because he got another job, and i salute him. he's basically the nicest guy in the world, so when everyone took him out to lunch every day during his last week, he didn't have a chance to eat the last couple frozen lunches he was storing in the freezer. so he gave them to me.

the other day i had this healthy choice beef thing, and it was pretty tasty but when i was done i was still way hungry. i guess that's the point. healthy means one of two things (sometimes both): it's gross or you'll still be hungry.

today i had crab soup. first of all, it took 20 minutes of very involved microwavery, which is far too labor intensive for a frozen work lunch. second of all, it was crab soup. the only reason i didn't try to pawn it off on someone else was that my buddy tapped the box a couple times when he handed it to me and said "this is good stuff."

dude, the crab soup was not good. it was stinky. there's nothing worse than carrying your lunch back to your desk from the microwave and having people go "ugh...what is that?" also it's not great when by the time you're halfway done you wish you were dead. so juan, i bet you don't read this, but if you do i just gotta ask you what you saw in that frozen crab soup.

this is the kind of story that's only worth telling when you have something important to be doing instead. like packing. the worst part is about thirty minutes ago i thought of a really clever line about the crab soup which is the whole reason i sat down to write about it and now i can't even think of it. shit.

now i am crabby. rimshot!

the soundtrack to my not packing tonight is the new snow patrol record. so far i like it a lot.

rumble rumble

so here it is. i am not very good at playing this. but i do own it now, and i guess when you suck hard the only way to go is in the direction of sucking less hard. so i've got that going for me.

it's got a bit of a buzz, which is pretty much standard for any new guitar that got shipped across the country to you in a cardboard box. i really wish i knew how to fix that myself so i didn't have to take it to some music store and pay to have it all tuned up, but well, i don't. other than that, i'm happy with it and i did get it for a decent price so i'm not complaining.

in other news, (i don't think i've mentioned this on here yet) i'm going to sweden for a few days next week for work. when i went to get my passport picture taken, the nice old man who owns the photo store near my apartment said "like that?" which pretty much sums up my entire life.

i think the last time i cut my hair was in november. maybe earlier. actually i have no idea.

i know i don't talk about it much but the music is coming along. ever progressing. slowly. and like i said before, when it's ready it'll all be free. a bunch of it already is at myspace. more of it will be soon at purevolume.

here's a list of 5 things i'm scared of:

1. an elevator door opens up and a werewolf eats my face.
2. girls. everything you can think of that has to do with girls.
   
3. in my hometown there are always bats flying around at dusk. (i am from transylvania.)
4. being locked in an airtight room with my brother (i think you know what i am talking about).
5. the oozinator.
   

a lightswitch on my brain

one of the amazing things about living in new york but not living inside new york is that by nature of the fact that you spend so much time on the subway, you develop the ability to shut your brain down and then fire it right back up again at a moment's notice.

i can't sleep at night. i feel like i've spent a fair amount of time writing about this on here. i have nightmares (still the same shit) and the people who live below me never stop screaming at each other and slamming doors. but for some reason i can fall asleep like a baby on a 45 minute train ride full of crazy people and crying babies and (almost) always wake up just in time to get off at my stop. in fact, i think if i didn't take all these little naps on the subway i might have a real sleep deprivation problem. or maybe i'm being overdramatic.

main street, johnstown

i have been writing and deleting sentences for thirty minutes. i haven't been able to shut my brain down lately and although i've had plenty of time it's been impossible for me to corral my thoughts into anything i think is worth reading.

remember that band dynamite hack that covered "Boyz-N-The-Hood" and had a little radio hit a bunch of years back? well, i bought that record. it was an impulse buy. so impulsive, even, that i didn't look closely enough to realize i was buying a version that had all the fuckwords bleeped out. (holy shit apparently they have a record coming out this year. i didn't know that until i tried to find them on myspace. maybe they will be my friend.)

well they had a song on that record called "switcheroo" (i think it was the first track) and it had a line that went:

you do the same thing
to someone else
that someone did to you
switcheroo switcheroo

and i've had that line running through my head a lot lately. for a bunch of reasons.

none of which i guess i'm prepared to air out right here. which begs the question: why did i bring it up in the first place? for intrigue, suspense, vinegar, and piss. what?

monday and tuesday nights i went to see endless mike and the beagle club play shows in williamsburg and the lower east side, respectively. they've got some new stuff almost ready to be released and it's even more amazing than their old stuff which is already arguably too amazing for words.

usually when i'm smacked in the face with songwriting as great as what mike's been doing, i get a little bit discouraged. i guess it's natural. like when you walk into a bar full of guys that could benchpress you. this time though, it's more inspiration than envy. mike consistently writes some of the best songs i've ever heard. and talking to him and the rest of the guys in that band just makes me want to get back to something i've been neglecting for months now.

so today i bought a bass (since i've kinda been needing one) and i know it's still just talk until i buckle down and do it but here's to hoping i can finally finish recording this batch of songs and move on with my life to bigger and (hopefully) better things. stay tuned.

oh one other thing. last night i tried to go to my favorite indian restaurant on e.6th st and it was all closed up so i had to eat at an almost identical one right next door with comparable selection, prices, and service. i am outraged. i really hope someone was just sick or something and that my favorite place to eat in all of nyc is not closed for good. i've got my fingers crossed for you, panna. (note: that site provides a phone number but i am loathe to call lest i learn a truth more horrible than i could handle in my fragile state. please, let me stay in the dark just a bit longer.)

her daze and her nights

i've been reading a pretty good book this weekend called miss misery. it's not the greatest book i've ever read, but it's got a great soundtrack (can books have soundtracks?) and it takes place in new york city and namedrops a ton of places i frequently find myself. and as far as lines go, it's got a few real winners sprinkled about, which is where i got the title for this post. it's about blogging, kinda. but also it's about music and new york and being young and an idiot. basically it's really emo and i am eating it up.

it's come to my attention that the songs available for download on myspace are working kinda funny sometimes (downloading without file extensions?! wtf). this can be solved by just editing the filename or whatever and adding ".mp3" to the end of it.

i had an absolutely lovely weekend. but i'm very sleepy now because of it.

ow my ear.

i can pinpoint the exact time and place that i realized i'm not a good dancer. it wasn't the first time i'd thought it might be true, but it was the first time i really believed it. may 26, 2000. it was raining that night, a little. and colder than i'd hoped it would be. it's funny, but i think once i really accepted it, that's when it became finally, irreversibly true. every time i try to dance i can't help but to think back to that moment. and it fucks up my groove, man.

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i wrote something today. something pretty good. but it's really personal. maybe if i can change some things around but keep it pretty good it'll become a song you can hear sometime. i'm not trying to be a dick or anything. i just figured i'd mention it since i was complaining about writer's block yesterday. maybe it's getting better.

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when i was 18 i got my ear pierced. this was, like everything else it seems, made into a much bigger deal than it really was. or maybe it was really a big deal. i could go either way on that one. the guy who did it was really scary looking but really nice. i didn't bleed much at all. my girlfriend basically hemmoraged. but i remember telling my brother via instant message and saying something like "don't tell mom and dad" and him saying "they're right here and dad is pissed."

they didn't make much of a big deal of it though, my parents. whether or not they were really pissed. so you know, i've got that going for me.

anyway, this morning my towel got caught on it and ripped it right off. the ball fell out months ago and so it's just been an incomplete (and bent) loop for a pretty long time, i guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. it didn't tear skin (or cartilage) or anything, but it still hurt pretty bad*. and i was late for work so i decided to take the workday to think about whether i still wanted to keep it.

i guess i did. so when i got back home i stood in the mirror and somehow managed to get it back on. it was really hard. it took me like 15 minutes and it hurt almost as much as pulling it out. i guess it comes down to this: i just didn't like the thought of letting a towel decide for me when i was going to finally grow up and get rid of it. i'll do that in my own time.

*when i was a kid one time two girls beat the crap out of each other in the halls at school and an earring was ripped. i didn't even see it for myself but that image gives me the willies. the worst willies ever.