Tuesday, January 22. 2008Posted by Wendy Gould at 08:35
I´m sitting in our hostel in Rio! This has been an interesting hostel thus far. We flew in two days ago and found out that we had 12 people to a room - guys and girls mixed. It was an adventurous time -- all clean fun, of course -- but they have everything cleared up now.
The people here are quite friendly and more speak English than in the other places we have been. It´s still hard to locate some vegetarian food, though...haha. Anyway, Foz Do Iguaçu was an incredible experience...I still can´t believe how magnificent it was. The first day we spent tourin the Argentinian side of the falls. It was a whopping 115F which meant I was a hot, sweaty, sunburnt mess when all was said and done! It was completely worth it, though. We spent most of the day walking and everywhere we went there was another breathtaking view of the waterfalls. I felt like I took a bajillion photos (more like 150) of just the falls. It was like I couldnt get enough. Im not sure what it is about waterfalls that is so alluring but in general they seem to captivate audiences of all ages. These were especially beautiful, though. One of the things that struck me most was how almighty and powerful they are..but along the borders are quiet waters and flowerbuds. That has to be one of my favorite contrasts that nature provides. As the day went on we all got hotter, hotter and even hotter..to cap everything off we took a boatride under the waterfalls. It was INCREDIBLE..felt so good! Everyone cheered and pleaded for more...haha. ![]() ![]() The following day we went to a bird zoo-esque type place. I met a few Toucan Sams and a parrot that said ´´hola´´ every 5 seconds. I´m not a huge fan of captive animals but this place seemed better than most at home. The majority of thins were in natural environments typical of their habitat..and they were mostly native animals. ![]() ![]() We also saw the falls that day except this time it was from the Brasilian side. It was a more encompassing view, too -- I stil cannot get over how massive those things are. They are actually a little daunting but I felt safe nestled behind the gated borders. ![]() ![]() That evening David and I went to this sweet pizzaria. It was only R$22 (US 13$) for both of us and the food was awesome and it filled me up! Waiters kept coming around offering us different types of vegetariano pizza. My favorite kind was spinach, tuna and heart of palm! The people there were SO nice. They seemed happy that we were there..even the customers were all grins. Lots of smiles were exchanged and when we left it was a sad kind of parting..its interesting the way that works considering the huge communication barrier. At least I know the word vegetariano. ![]() Back to the current...we are here in RIO de JANIERO! Yesterday morning we visited the favelas (equivalent to US slums and ghettos..but much worse). This was something I was looking forward to most of all. For me it is so important to see parts of the world that aren´t as well off. It makes me grateful..I appreciate what I have and what my country has to offer. I´m one of the least patriotic people in the US..but going to Egypt and and Brasil has definitely made me see that the US is not that bad. Anyway, the favela experience was eye-opening. I heard about how scary the slums are and how the people were ´´bad.´´ Yes there were drug dealers on site, trash everywhere, open sewers and tattered clothing. Still, the people were so friendly and warm toward us. They liked to have their picture taken -- they liked to see the pictures on our digital cameras. We stopped at a bakery and come some delicious donuts and there was even a school there. It was very clean in the school and the children loved us! They even had a school nurse and 3 cafeteria lades..it was relieving to see a glimmer of hope, if you will, amidst the mucky roads. Overall, it was an eye opening experience and I am grateful for seeing it. I couldnt imagine living that way my whole life..I have a lot of respect for those people. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Comments (0) Monday, January 21. 2008Frost bite, lost wheels, and a travelers guide to wisconsin(fine moments in failure) Posted by Kris Arnold at 17:28
Frost bite, lost wheels, and revelation on the road to wisconsin
The concept seemed simple. drive a truck and trailer up to wisconsin and pick up a few hundred bails of hay (inner redneck at work here). Even better, I assume the mission with my cousin nathan. "This should be a breeze" I thought. So wrong was I. Continue reading "Frost bite, lost wheels, and a travelers guide to wisconsin(fine moments in failure)" Comments (0) Saturday, January 19. 2008A little Amazon Rainforest action! Posted by Wendy Gould at 19:04
Whew! I am finally back from the Amazon and let me tell you - that place is not for the lighthearted. I still cant believe I went through all that. We arrived in Manaus on the 13th and stayed at this little hotel. Members of our group complained about its quality but I say that a few roaches never hurt anyone. Plus, we were about to experience something tenfold two roaches in the shower.
I was so nervous before leaving for the Amazon. No shower, makeup, perfume, deoderant..for four whole days. That doesnt sound too bad but YOU should try not showering for 4 days when youre a hot sweaty mess with no deoderant. Our whole group reaked! To make this easy for you, Im going to give a day by day encounter of my 4-day stay in the wild, wild Amazon (with a few pictures, of course)! Day 1 It was a long, long ride to the rainforest. We started by van and then switched over to fastboat. Traveling toward our destination we came across something called the ´´meeting of the waters.´´ It was so cool! T here are two rivers that come together but they do not melt into one another. As a result there is a very distinct line - sort of like oil and water seperating. One was black, the other a muddy brown. They each have different acidity levels, temperatures and current speeds which make them seperate. We switched to van again, and then another boat ride that lasted for an hour and a half. Along the way our guide, an Amazon RF native named Elso, pointed out some pink and grey dolphins splashing around our boat. By this time I was really, really excited! Still, Im not gonna lie. By the time we finally reached our destination I felt pretty out of my element. Picture a blonde, very pale girly girl who is usually clad in pink and adorned with eyeshadow and earrings miles away from the ´´real world.´´ The minute I stepped off the boat a wasp the size of my palm (exaggerating a bit...) buzzed into my face. Its whole posse followed. That, my friend, would be the least of my worries. Anyway..after a hearty lunch we took a canoe (our only mode of transporation the whole time) to some lowland forests. My sweet blood seemed to attract ALL the mosquitos within seconds. We werent out for too long - just went to see this HUGE tree.. I couldn´t believe my eyes. Afterward we went to fish for..get this...´PIRANHAS! Let me tell you, I was feeling lucky. I caught four of those bad boys. The whole rest of the night I was teased about how the animals in the rainforest were buzzing about Wendy Gould - savage beast! haha. How ironic is it that Im vegetarian? That night we had piranha soup - just the heads cut off in some salty water. Muy delicioso! Later that night, after dinner, we went Alligator and Caimen hunting. Elso caught three with his bare hands and brought them back to the fort for us to look at and hold. At one point someone dropped an alligator inside and it ran around rampant for a good 3 minutes! Screams, jumps and yelps ensued. It was one of the most hysterical moments of my life! Despite the chaos, I slept very very well in my hammock that night. ![]() Big tree in the lowland forests! ![]() Piranhas we caught...four of those are mine! Day 2 The next morning we woke up at around 630 and had fresh eggs, manioc and fruit. We boarded our canoes and went searching for SLOTHS! Those things are only my most favorite anymal in the WHOLE WORLD. Polar bears are a close second. I had never met one before..I seriously love sloths 10x more now that I´ve ment one. Elso found one high up in a tree and we parked our canoes. Him, Matthew and Johnny Cage (tour guide assistants) went with him and cut down the tree. 45 minutes later they returned with the most adorable 3-toed sloth ever. I love how they always bear a silly grin! I actually got to hold it too. We fell in love and it was sad to see her climb another tree. Afterward we took a 2-3 hour hike in the rainforest (lowlands). Elso pointed out medicinal plants. We didn´t encounter many animals but the mosquitos were all over the place. We came back, ate some lunch and headed back out to visit a native family. There we made Manioc, a staple in almost every single Brazilians diet. Its similar to cornmeal but is made from the root of a tree. It´s very healthy for you and full of protein! We brought back out home made goods and had some at dinner. Yum! Before bed we went spear-fishing so that we could have some for breakfast in the morning! Again, I slept very very well in my hammock that night, despite seeing thre spiders bigger than my head inside our little jungalo! ![]() SLOTH! My favorite animal in the WHOLE world! ![]() Out in the lowlands romping around. This is Elso (left) and Johnny Cage. Day 3 Oh boy! This was the day we woke up VERY early to go birdwatching. It was so hard to make myself get out of that hammock. I just wanted to sleep all day. It was worth it though - the birds were plentiful, beautiful and full of song. We came back and got ready for the night I had been dreading most - a night in the highland rainforest. EEPS! By this time I was already stinky, my hair was greasy, frizzy and stringy and I just wanted a shower. Not a rough night. But out we went. When we arrived to our ´´camp site´´ if you will, we had to build our sleeping quarters. We needed a place to hang out hammocks. ´The boys went out and cut down my trees (mostly our tour guides...haha) and that thing was put together in about 4 hours. Those are some real men! Elso asked the women to collect some dry wood in the meantime. We weren´t very successful. We all went out (in the same direction, mind you)in search of some ´´dry´´ wood. It was very difficult to find considering we were in the RAINFOREST. We all came back with 1-2 twigs (some with green leaves on them). Needless to say, they didn´t use any of our wood. Now I know the difference between dry and wet wood... After all was said and done, we scarfed down dinner - watermonk fish roasted over a home-made fire with beans and rice. We ate with bamboo spoons made by Elso. After dinner we went on a hike, found some nuts to eat and then 2 hours later headed back to camp. I was SO exhausted but hardly slept a wink. Before bed we found at least 3 deadly spiders and 1 snake - the second most deadly in the whole Amazon. It was coming toward my hammock - NO LIE! Scariest night of my life. ![]() Building camp! ![]() Cooking some yummy food! It was so good! ![]() Bamboo leaves for bowls and bamboo sticks for utensils! Day 4 I awoke several times to strange noises..at about 4 am I was up for good but refused to come out of my mosquito net until I worked up enough courage. I also wasnt too excited about putting on my stinky, soggy socks and shoes. I still shudder when I think about it! I managed to pull myself out around 6am. haha Elso greeted me by saying, ´´Now that you have slept here and done this, you can go anywhere in the world and survive.´´ While I severely doubt the validity in that statement, I am still proud of myself for what I did. And now I am a new, improved Wendy. I learned that it´s actually fun to go without makeup for a week and its okay to get dirty. I learned that an insects primary goal in life is not to attack the human species and I also learned the difference between wet and dry wood. We made breakfast - boiled eggs and coffee - and went out into the jungle for one last adventure. It turned out to be our most extreme yet! It lasted for almost 4 hours and included some tricky climbing up and down slick, steep and muddy areas. Many people fell..I was so exhausted I couldn´t even laugh very long when someone fell (doesn´t that sound mean...). Our group encountered some really cool things..I can´t remember everything so I will just list some things that stuck out most! 1. Water vine - This is a vine that carries water up to flowers at the top of a tree. T here are three kinds - one is poisenous, one is bitter and the other is sweet and tasty! It is filtered through the vine and drinkable. We got to taste this and it was WONDERFUL. ![]() Watervine - drinkable water (sweet to taste) at anyones fingertips (permitted you have a machete). 2. Tarantula - Suprirsingly, I was REALLY excited about this! I ran to the front of the line and wanted to hold it but wasn´t alloed. This particular one was bigger than most. It was called the bird-eating tarantula and if it bites humans they could lost different parts of the body (say..a hand) depending on where it bit. Yikes! ![]() TARANTULA! This thing kills birds and eats em. 3. Mosquito tree - I can´t remember the particular name in Portuguse, but this is the name it translates to. You eat the bark, which is very very bitter (I tried some). It is used to treat Malaria and prevent mosquito bites. It makes the blood bitter so that mosquitos don´t want to bite you! We saw a lot of other medicinal plants and tress. You can cure pretty much everything naturally. I love it! The whole time we were on our hike it was POURING down rain..a real monsoon! I have seriously never been that wet in my life. ![]() Highland forest. To be honest with you, I was glad when we finally got home. I felt like we´d never get back to Manaus. A shower never felt so good. While the dirt is washed away, the experience will forever be in my head. I am definitely a different person than I was last week. Look forward to an entry in the next few days - I´ll talk about my experience in Foz Do Iquaçu - the largest, most beautiful waterfalls in the ENTIRE world! Wendy Comments (2) Thursday, January 10. 2008Hola again - From Salvador, Bahia! Posted by Wendy Gould at 21:13
I have been keeping a journal since I haven't been able to update this blog regularly. So, because it's the easiest thing to do, I´m posting bits and pieces of my journal entries right here for you. Words from the heart of Miss Wendy!
January 7, 2008 This morning we woke up early and visited Pelourinho again. It's really such a cool place - a bustling, active city! We walked to the square where slave trading once occured. It was such an odd experience. There had been SO much trading and abuse taking place many years ago - right where we were standing. And the whole history of it all seemed so far away..yet I could picture what it must have been like in my head. Later we went to a really cool museum and then hit the beach! David and I bought a coconut and a guy with a machete broke the top open. We both drank the milk inside (with straws, of course). I felt like such a tourist! But the natives drink the coconut milk, too. Vendors all over the place with huge barrells full of bright green coconuts! The milk inside is refreshing. Perfect for a hot day. And all days are hot here in Brasil! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() January 8, 2008 I swear I could never get annoyed by the music here. Even at 11:30 p.m. when there are drummers pounding away literally right outside my window and I'm trying to fall asleep ... it's such a unique experience. And the music is actually good and fun to listen to! Tonight there was a fabulous bosa nova (easy, light) performance right across the street. It started at about 6 p.m. and didn't stop until after 1 a.m. All the windows are wide open here so you could hear every single word and note. I was seranaded while taking a shower, while in the bathroom, while eating dinner, writing in my journal and even when I fell asleep! Music is such a huge part of this culture. I'm going to miss the passion for music - that's for sure. In the afternoon we met with some people who live in Salvador. We talked about a lot of things regarding Bahia, Brasil and more specifically Salvador itself. One of the conversations that stood out the most to me was about the poorness of Salvador. This place is SO rich in terms of its agriculture fertility and diversity. I mean, there are myriad fruits and vegetables here that grow so well (I've never seen mangos so big!). But people are still so poor. Someone comes up to us at least 2-3x every 5 minutes asking for cash. They usually do tricks or try to sell you something cheap. We're told not to give any reals (Brasilian currency) to them. I've found that most beggars are children around 8-12 years old which makes it even harder. On a ligher note, there are a lot of movements and projects that try to help these situations. It's at least encouraging to see that people notice a problem and are working toward a solution. ![]() January 9, 2008 Today was AMAZING! This was exactly the kind of thing that I was expecting. We traveled by ferry to Itaparia, a small island off of Brasil. Once we were away from the ferry area, there were NO vendors or beggars. Just really friendly people who wanted to talk to us because we were there - not because we had money. After meeting with a pastor in a small church our group wandered around for a little while. We ran into a bunch of little kids playing at the beach. It's their summer vacation after all! They were very happy to meet us! Even though they only spoke portuguese, we learned a lot from them. They loved it when we took their picture. They acted goofy and made silly faces then asked to see the camera to take a look! They'd giggle when they saw themselves. One boy had a pet spider monkey on a leash...I loved it! They also did tricks for us and gathered random sea creatures from the ocean. Ha - they even teased the girls with gnarly looking crabs and thought it was super amusing to chase us around with them! They just laughed when we yelped! I was pretty calm though. The whole experience was just perfect - very refreshing. ![]() ![]() ![]() January 10, 2008 I've fallen ill. Turns out I have strep throat which is no fun. I wiped out early last night and spent the morning in bed, much to my dissatisfaction. What a bummer - especially since today is our last in Salvador. Still, though, the music playing all day long helped remind me that I was indeed in Salvador - not just at home resting! Again - the music is so nice here. Anyway, it's strang here. You can get prescription medicine WITHOUT a prescription. I called my grandpa, who is a doctor, got a recommended prescription and went to the farmacia (pharmacy) to get it. Funny story - the medicine was from Lilly. We went out to dinner a little bit ago. It was a "pay by the kilo" place. Very cheap and authentic! I loved it because it was inexpensive and tasty, to boot. You could also tell that it wasn't a touristy place. There were a bunch of natives eating and even some local vendors taking a break. It was fun. Right now it's super busy outside. There was a huge marching band that just came through..now there is music across the street - some more Bosa Nova! My favorite. I'm definitely relishing my last night here in Salvador. Tomorrow we head to Praie Do Forte, the turtle rescue island, then to Manuas and the Amazon Rainforest. I will probably not be able to update (due to the fact that I´ll be enjoying a lot of NATURE) until after I come back from the Amazon! Wish me luck..hopefully I don´t encounter too many anacondas! CIOA! Comments (3) Sunday, January 6. 2008Oi! Bom Dia! Greetings from Salvador, Brasil Posted by Wendy Gould at 21:08
After 36 hours of SOLID transit time (literally..!), I have finally arrived to my destination: BRASIL! I've been planning for this trip for a year and to be honest with you, it's all so surreal now that I´m actually here.
Right now I'm sitting in our (very) warm hostel next to a few other travelers my age who are also kerplunking away on the computer. I regret to inform you that my ability to string words together in a coherent form is limited due to an extreme lack of sleep. However, I will try my best to capture the essence of Brasil at this hour of the day. The windows are open and noises from the bar next door are making their way into this tiny room along with the occasional, yet very appreciated, cool breeze. It's relatively quiet inside but outside it's as noisy as can be, considering it´s 22.26 o'clock. I think that means it's almost 10:30pm. I could be very wrong. Telling military time is usually not my forte. I just got back from an AMAZING dinner at this hoppin' resteraunt. I swear to all that is holy: I just had the best piece of salmon I've ever experienced. And the passion of Brasil's natives radiated across the whole joint. It's a Sunday night, mind you, in a catholic/protestant nation and the dance floor was PACKED. Everyone was dancing, laughing, throwing up their arms. I even felt the groove for a little while. Ooh and we tried these FABULOUS drinks that are really popular here. They are called Caipiranha or something of that nature..very reminiscent of a delicious mojita though much stronger and made with sugarcane liquer. Everywhere we go people want to talk to us! Even this morning at the airport we bumped into a young gentleman who spoke only Portuguese. We actually learned a LOT about him and took the chance to teach each other a little about the others language. Then he broke out the guitar and sang us a few tunes. ![]() It's so obvious that the people of Brasil are passionate about their country and want us to fully appreciate what this place has to offer. I've had a number of similar experiences here in the short time we've actually been able to interact with natives. Anyway, today a small group of us also looked around the shops of historic Pelourinho: the old city. Cobblestone walkways, women in beautiful garb, lots of tiny shops filled with unique handcrafted items (with the inevitable touristy stuff, too). Tomorrow we sight-see as a whole group. Look for more updates to come! More pictures from today... ![]() Cobblestone streets of Pelourinho! ![]() A shop in Pelourinho ![]() Encounter with a beautiful Brasilian woman! ![]() Some handcrafted items in a Pelourinho shop Comments (7) Friday, November 30. 2007Rock and Roll Thanksgiving roadtrip Posted by Jeff Napier at 02:16
New Duncan Imperials, and Bare Jr. keep the Holidaze entertaining.
![]() Bare Jr. rockin' Nashville Continue reading "Rock and Roll Thanksgiving roadtrip" Comments (2) Tuesday, October 30. 2007Monsters, Compassion & 10-inch Whore Shoes Posted by Jeff Napier at 02:47
ALL PHOTOS BY MELONSHE
![]() We walked into Headliners just in time to catch Lordi. The place was packed wall to wall with metal heads, goth kids, meth freaks and elegantly wasted hipsters. Within two minutes it became clear, Louisville, Kentucky knows how to party. Everybody and I do mean everybody was wasted drunk. The kind of drunk where gravity is all fucked up and time and space are warped. Continue reading "Monsters, Compassion & 10-inch Whore Shoes" Comment (1) Monday, October 8. 2007The 36 hour apacolypse tour: Mankinds neglect of a state Posted by Kris Arnold at 09:13
Photos by Kris and Max Arnold
Eastern Pennsylvania is a region that has been known for its coal mining and heavy industry. What many people do not realize is the effect this has had on the state and its environment. This past weekend I decided it would be a good idea to take my son for a drive through this region to educate him on the effects the mining and power industry's have had on the state. Continue reading "The 36 hour apacolypse tour: Mankinds neglect of a state" Comments (0) Thursday, July 26. 2007Posted by Josh Flynn at 17:27
I'm back home now, and not happy about it. My last hours in New York were uneventful. We woke up and packed and checked out of our room, storing our bags in a basement locker. My asthma was bothering me so after we ate one last breakfast at the City Diner I returned to the hostel basement and tried to relax in the air conditioning. I was scared to death my asthma would really flare up by the time I got on the bus and began the 17 hour journey home. Thankfully that didn't happen, and while not feeling great, I was able to rest peacefully on the way home.
I began missing New York just one block from the hostel when I saw two girls on a street corner with their cameras pointed at the New York skyline. I wasn't ready to leave. There was still so much to see. The bus ride home was no better. It was a bit more quiet with exception of a baby screaming several times during the night. The Greyhound service was still horrible and our final driver was a nazi taskmaster who wouldn't let someone reboard the bus because he got in the wrong line. The passenger's baggage was still on the bus and the driver made him remove it and leave to wait for the next bus to come along. On the way home I listened to many Nick Cave albums and a couple Sufjan Stevens albums. Stevens is great for helping you relax and fall asleep. And so here I am. I'm home and I'm exhausted and tomorrow I start writing an article about my time with This Story in New York City. I was going to post some pictures--I had some nice ones of Strawberry Fields and the things left there to honor Lennon--but I can't figure out how to post them. Oh well. My perceptions of what New York would be like were very wrong. I dealt with few crowds, there was hardly any traffic, I saw few homeless people, most of the people I encountered were very friendly. I realize at any time of the day all of the above exists some place in the city. But I felt at home immediately. I always felt safe. And it was great to finally find someplace I felt I belonged. Thanks for reading the past few days. Comments (0) Wednesday, July 25. 2007Posted by Jeff Napier at 01:37
On the way to Louisville for the sixth annual Lebowski Fest, I wasn't sure what to expect. But being as The Big Lebowski is one of my favorite movies of all time, I decided to it was time to check out the scene.
From humble beginnings as a fan fest, The Lebowski Fest has evolved to the point where it's as big as most trekkie/Star Wars conventions. For the past couple years, in addition to the annual Louisville event, Lebowski Fests have popped up in LA, NYC and this year, London. When we arrived at the Executive Strike and Spare bowling alley on the southside of Louisville the Afternoon Garden Party was in full swing, with games like Coffee Mug chuck and the bag of underwear throw, merch and a shitload of Jeffrey Lebowskis and Walters milling around as a horrible chick tried her best to channel Neko Case doing Wilco songs. ![]() But then a funny thing happened I got my self introduced to probably one the most entertaining, dangerous and deranged bands I've had the pleasure to see in the past decade. The Legendary Shack Shakers just came on and promptly melted everyone's faces with a fiery set of Irish, punk-rock hillbilly music. The Guitarist, Bill Lee was a sight to behold, all tattoos and sweat in your face as he blazed his nice old gretsch guitar. ![]() The real star of the show was The lead singer, the Col. J.D. Wilkes who looks like the product of an unholy union of Thom Yorke, Johnny Lydon and the Inbred banjo player from Deliverance. However he proved himself to be one of the most electric performers I've ever seen, His vocals were of the Jello Biafra punk school, and his harmonica playing was born straight from a black delta swamp. Where as most frontmen who also play the harp do little more the honk on it from time to time, Wilkes made the harp as much a lead instrument as the guitar. ![]() A Nadir was reached when during a song called "Blood on the Bluegrass" he was bleeding from bashing his head with the microphone and was astride an audience member stimulating getting oral sex, playing the harp perfectly and screaming the lyrics almost stimutaneously. An astonishing performance. Once the party moved inside the bowling alley, things took on a more surreal bent. Almost every major and minor character from the movie was represented. One guy came as a giant globe with a sledgehammer and axe contraption and called himself "A World of Pain." We ran into Tom and Brad from the Alley Cat who made for a picture perfect Dude and Walter. Tom, a local Bass playing legend in his own right, has been to 7 Lebowski fests and last year won as the Best Costume as the Dude. and indeed he does look just like The Dude. He is set to travel to London next month to catch a Stones show and of course attend the Lebowski Fest. ![]() Good, good stuff a trip well worth it for the Legendary Shack Shakers alone. Comments (0) Wednesday, July 25. 2007New York City: Nick Cave and other things (But mostly Nick Cave) Posted by Josh Flynn at 00:40
Nick Cave.
I've just seen Nick Cave. I've just seen Nick Cave 15 rows from the stage in Madison Square Garden. So often I see my favorite performers and my expectations are too high. David Bowie. Nine Inch Nails. Tori Amos. U2. Good shows, but they couldn't match what I wanted. Nick Cave did. Even if it was Nick Cave as Grinderman, he still perched on the edge of the stage, hunch over the audience with his finger pointing like a tele-evangelist pumped full of the holy spirit. Then he stepped away and flailed and convulsed like he was possessed by the very demons he was previously expelling. The music was loud. The vocals were vicious. The guitars were, well, grinding. To be able to see my favorite musician during my last night in New York and have him completely blow me away is a perfect ending. Nick Cave. I was so overwhelmed when he walked onto the stage I probably seemed like a 13 year old girl at a Justin Timberlake concert. I kind of wish I didn't just write that. But not enough to delete it. I don't know who the opening act was but they were a rockabilly country act who brought out country music hall of famer Porter Wagoner and allowed him to perform most of his own material. The night had a great musical progression as Grinderman came out next and layered blues and punk onto the country and the White Stripes added rock and pieces of grunge and heavy metal. The Stripes impressed me for the first part of their set and then Jack and Meg became the neverending headache which turned into the neverending encore. Some other things about the show: Nick Cave fell after "Get it On" and said "Now I can tell my children I fell on my ass in Madison Square Garden." Meg White also performed her first lead vocals in the Garden. And Madison Square Garden is huge and amazing. The sound was wonderful. My seat was under Willis Reed and Earl "The Pearl" Monroe's retired jersey numbers. What else happened today beside Nick Cave elation, you ask? I got up at six and experienced a New York morning. I walked around Broadway and watched the traffic and people. I watched a bit of the Today Show being filmed, but got bored with it pretty fast. We went to the Central Park Zoo today. It's a tiny zoo with about 8 exhibits feauring polar bears, seals, red pandas, an awesome bat flying free through the tropical rainforest section. It had a three foot wingspan. Some species of monkeys. it was interesting, just small. I went to Rupert's Hello Deli, which is often featured on David Letterman. Rupert doesn't take credit cards, by the way. While we sat outside eating--well, Miranda ate, she had cash--a Letterman scout came and talked to us, seeing if we were interesting enough to be featured in a Letterman game at the Hello Deli. Neither of us stuck around to see if we were. At around 4 I headed to to the Garden. I saw the Empire State Building and went into the Borders that is part of MSG. MSG is really interesting because it looks as if there is no way to shut it off from the outside world. There are no doors and it appears you could just walk into the lobby at anytime. Part of this is because the entrance to Penn Station is also inside this behemoth of an arena, but I would imagine there was some kind of gate that closes it up at night. An invicible force field maybe? Knick players patrolling the perimeter? So this is the last update from New York. I will post one more once I get home Thursday. I'll try to post some pictures too. You've been wonderful New York. See you in early October. Yes, I'm already planning a return trip. Comments (0) Tuesday, July 24. 2007Posted by Andrew Roberts at 19:07
In a sport where you could get publicly reprimanded by the umpire for being obnoxious, being late to your seat, boo-ing, snoring, conversing on your mobile device, or showing preemptive excitement, it is difficult to imagine much of a draw for Indy's college crowd. After all, I spent most of my college career doing those very things. Erm..except for the last one, of course.
But that's the new audience that the Indy Tennis Championships are trying to coax to this year's event. Tonight, Tuesday, is "Hub Night;” an event marketed toward Indy's young professionals. There will be live music and drinks available after the Roddick match, but the $6.00 beers and $10.00 "Grab n'Go" martinis leave me questioning an earnest turn-out for the bash. I was told by the marketing director there will be drink specials, but neither he or the bar staff knew any details. Every night there will be bands following the night's showcase match, and Thursday is College night. They are calling it "Animal House Meets Tennis," a slogan which may have been created by someone who's never seen the movie (but heard it has drinking, twenty-somethings, and fun). The tennis alone is enough of a draw--- and as the after-party is free with admission, it's worth checking out. Just don't come with an empty belly-- hot dogs are a devastating five dollars; nachos $4.50 for those of you budget-minded consumers. In complete sincerity, you can't beat the ticket price at 8 bucks for a beautiful view of a beautiful game. Wednesday Thursday and Friday night the best matches are at 7 pm, and then the finals are on Saturday and Sunday at 11am. So my recommendation: come for the tennis-- even if you don't know the sport it's a really fun event and infinitely more exciting live than it is on television. They have a handful of fan-interactive events and tents that almost justify admission on their own. And you'll never have to worry about drunken jerks making a scene. So you come for the tennis; and stay for the party. If the bash turns out to be a bust, all it cost you was paying witness to an incredible 90 minutes of sport. Comments (0) Monday, July 23. 2007New York City: Monday, July 23rd Posted by Josh Flynn at 21:54
It rained so we spent the day in the American Museum of Natural History. I have a short attention span when it comes to museums, but this one kept me interested most of the time. After about five hours the only thing keeping me going was I would see the squid and the whale from The Squid and the Whale. However, when I got to ocean exhibit, all that was there was the whale. In another room I found a squid. I think it might be the squid, but why wasn't it with the whale? I'll need to do some research on this. Maybe it was a literary construction by Noah Baumbach to drive a metaphor.
Was the AMNH the same museum Margot and Ritchie ran away to in the Royal Tenenbaums? I knew I should have watched that movie again before coming here. We went back to Greenwich Village and I found Forbidden Planet, a geeks dream. I roamed around there for awhile looking at action figures and comic books before moving on to the Strand Bookstore. The Strand is a used bookstore that claims to have 18 miles of books inside it. I believe it. I was also overwhelmed and had no idea where to start looking. The night ended back at the Yippie Museum. Miranda sat inside reading Harry Potter. I walked to the Bowery trying to figure out where CBGB's used to be. All I found was a series of boarded up storefronts with nothing to mark its former location. All that rock n roll history had been erased. Apparently Moby lives near the Yippie Museum. We didn't try to find his house. Tomorrow is our last full day. We plan to visit an art museum and see Ground Zero. Tomorrow night is Nick Cave at Madison Square Garden. Oh, and this band called the White Stripes is playing too. Comments (0) Sunday, July 22. 2007New York City: July 19th-July 22nd Posted by Josh Flynn at 18:31
Thursday July 19th and Friday July 20th
Greyhound Bus Riding a bus, especially for twenty hours, is awkward. You suddenly become trapped in the lives of fifty people. You learn things about them without even talking to them. You know they like to blast Beyonce on their Discman and sing along as loud as they can. You learn they tell their children to shut the fuck up only later to tuck a blanket around them with all the love in the world. You also learn that driving a bus must be the most miserable existence and the drivers and bus station clerks seem to hate their lives. I managed three house of sleep, all coming in the early morning. I watched countless towns pass by in the night while listening to Interpol, Joanna Newsom, Andrew Bird, Sufjan Stevens and This Story on my MP3 player. We arrived in Pittsburgh around three in the morning. I loved the architecture of the city. Some of the buildings were oppressive structures meant to be featured in sci-fi noir film. Mixed with the many rusting bridges, the city contains a hopelessness that is both troublesome and captivating. Philadelphia came three hours later than it should have. We had to make an unscheduled transfer due to mechanical issues on our bus. Riding a bus is confusing. You don't always know where you are supposed to be waiting in a bus station. Sometimes destinations are listed, other times there are just numbers and letters and you hope you are standing in the right line. Greyhound employees aren't very helpful either. They usually don't know themselves what is going on, and it they do, they look at you like you are pathetic because you don't comprehend the system. Finally, after another two hours, around 3:30 in the afternoon, we saw the New York skyline. The Subway New York City is underwhelming. I expected massive crowds and traffic in a constant state of gridlock. Instead I feel like I'm in some version of downtown Indianapolis that is just a touch busier and never ends. And has an amazing transportation system. And things worth taking the time to stop and look at. Our first experience on the subway was extremely easy thanks to Miranda's navigation ability. The cars were packed, but not uncomfortable, though many times I felt like I would be thrown from one end of the train to the other while standing, holding onto the bars with all my strength. Later on we rode the subway to Greenwich Village where we met This Story at the Yippie Museum. Again, no difficulties. Around midnight, on our way back, we saw out first subway rats. They were kind of cute. The Continental Our hostel is on the upper west side, located on 95th street and West End. It's seven stories tall and we're up on the top floor. Checking in was a pain as I messed up filling out the travelers checks and they would not take them. I ended up having to take an additional 300 dollars out of my checking account and paying in cash, putting the checks away to refund when I return to Indianapolis. The room itself is about 10 feet by 8 feet. Chipped paint and black marks decorate the white walls. There is a floor to ceiling cabinet on one side of the room and bunk beds on the other. A rickety dresser sits in one corner, the shelves collapsing on in on each other. On top is a large TV that doesn't work, picking up only a few stations despite being hooked up to cable. The stations it picks up fade in and out. An air conditioner is installed in the wall. It works, but emits a vicious growl every five minutes. The bathroom is down the hall. Thankfully everything works in there. The free wireless internet is on the first floor and costs 10 dollars a day. In the basement is a computer lab with cheaper access — ten cents a minute. There is also a game room and a lounge. Harry Potter To close out our first day in New York we found a Barnes and Noble near the hostel. A line full of wizards and witches stretched from the entrance all the way around the block, beginning just feet from the entrance of the store. Every few seconds some one would step from the door, the book raised triumphantly in the air or clutched securely to their chest. Sometimes they would exit the bookstore with a joyous screech. Sometimes it was with the largest smile they've ever produced in their life. Saturday, July 21st Central Park The second day was spent touring the city with This Story. Miranda and I ventured out in the morning to Central Park. I usually hate the outdoors, but I fell in love with the park. I was amazed at how quiet and peaceful it was. And how it never seemed to end. I was on a mission to find Strawberry Fields, but it was a mission I'll have to continue later. We found the small castle and the Shakespeare garden. Eventually we found an exit and ventured into the city. Finally the New York I expected showed itself. I wanted to see 30 Rockefeller Center for the simple fact I love Tina Fey and her show 30 Rock. To get there we finally had to fight through New York crowds, but even those crowds fizzled out before long and we were back to walking at a leisurely pace. We didn't see anything amazing once we left Central Park, at least not until we met up with the band. But it was fun walking through the city, looking at the buildings and the street venders. The Hostel There is a reason this hostel only costs about 30 bucks a night. In the morning I went down to get a towel. With a thick Russian accent, the clerk responded, We do not have any clean towels. You don’t have any clean towels? I asked. She picked up a walkie-talkie and radioed someone, and a few seconds later there were clean towels. When we returned around one that night, Miranda went to the lounge and I went to the room. I closed the door. When I tried to open the door, I was locked inside. I called Miranda and she came to the room, unlocking the door and freeing me. She went downstairs and returned with a security guard who tried to fix the door, locking himself in the room in the process. After Miranda freed us again, he suggested fixing the door so it wouldn't lock at all. We rejected that solution and soon a manager was in the room. After struggling with the door, he finally fixed the lock so we could get both in and out of the room. With that resolved we finally went to bed and fell into deep sleeps. Oh, by the way. Check out The Bones of Davy Jones. He performed at the Knitting Factory tonight and will be in Indianapolis and Muncie in August. Sunday, July 22nd On My Own After driving each other nuts ever since we got into the city, Miranda and I split up to explore New York on our own and to save ourselves from killing each other. I returned to Central Park, hunting for Strawberry Fields. I ended up walking the outskirts, finding 72nd street and the Dakota. I walked by the entrance where John Lennon was shot, and then moved across the street and took pictures. It was a very sad experience. When I was 15 all I listened to was the Beatles. Lennon was my favorite and I read everything I could about him. I was surprised what a depressing experience it was being there. I didn't expect it to be a jolly good time, but I also didn't expect being verge of tears after thinking about what happened there. And I felt bad for taking pictures, as if I trivialized Lennon's life and death. From there I crossed back over to Central Park and easily found Strawberry Fields. The rest of the day was spent walking the streets. I found the Ed Sullivan Theater and returned to 30 Rock, visiting the NBC Store. I wanted to buy all The Office merchandise but escaped without spending a penny. Today, anyway. I feel a Dwight Schrute bobblehead is in my future. I stopped by the NBA Store and was disappointed in their small selection of WNBA merchandise. I also found about five blocks of 7th Avenue blocked off and filled with street vendors of all sorts. It wasn't a particularly exciting day, but it was satisfactory. I love this city. Comments (0) Monday, July 16. 2007Posted by Josh Flynn at 15:39
I never wanted to be a music writer. It all happened by accident.
Early last year I was invited by a friend to Big Car for the 2006 Indy Label Showcase. Being a bit of a recluse, I didn't want to go. But I felt obligated to attend. It was my first time seeing local music. The first band performing was This Story, an 11 piece indie-folk group consisting of mostly teenaged musicians. They had just signed with Standard Recording Company and as soon as they took the stage — a stretch of wooden floor with a backdrop of overflowing shelves, a cluttered desk, and one solitary desk lamp acting as their spotlight — they burst into a swirling instrumental entitled "One Foot Off the Merry-Go-Around." They had guitars and a Wurlitzer, multiple horns, a banjolin, a violin, a xylophone, and many other instruments. I fell in love with their music immediately. They changed my life, putting on the path of music journalism and introducing me to a new aspect of music: the local scene. Days later I bought a collection of music articles by Jim Derogatis entitled "Milk It!: Collected Musings on the Alternative Music Explosion of the '90s" and began to teach myself how to write about music. I felt the need to write about this band, and any others I saw afterwards. I began obsessively documenting Indiana music. Being published in NUVO soon became my number one goal. My first attempt at writing for the paper was a review of a June 2006 This Story performance. That attempt failed. Not deterred, I continued to attend shows and write about what I saw. Soon I discovered Arrah and the Ferns. And after them, Everthus the Deadbeats. Along with This Story, the three bands would form my holy trinity of local music. It's been over a year now since I was introduced to the music scene. In that time I've achieved my goal of writing for NUVO. I've been able to meet and write about bands I loved like Margot and the Nuclear So and So's and Grampall Jookabox/ BIGBIGcar. NUVO has also allowed me to meet, write about, and become a fan of many bands I didn't know like Dorsey and Mandy Marie and the Cool Hand Lukes. This Thursday night, though, things start to come full circle. I will board a bus and head to New York City where I will meet This Story, who will be two days into their second tour of the summer. The band will be performing two shows in the city: one at a place called the Yippie Museum and another at the Knitting Factory. I will be there documenting their adventures with my friend Miranda Murray, who will be taking pictures. You'll get to read all about it in August. Miranda and I will remain in New York for a few days after the band leaves. I have a ticket to see my favorite musician, Nick Cave, open for the White Stripes with his side project, Grinderman, at Madison Square Garden. Outside of that, I have no idea what we will end up doing. But whatever we do, you can read about it here. Comments (0) |
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