From: SirManth@aol.com Subject: After Mardi Gras, now this (Church content) Date: 2/12/2002 4:58:53 PM To: seance@lists.no-fi.com this will be pretty long i think...but i dont know where to start so... mardi gras ends today (tuesday) and this is probably the first year that i actually partied during it. i didnt go to any of the parades and i dont recommend any of you do if you ever find yourself in New Orleans during this time of year. but i went out downtown a lot, probably about 6 times in 10 days. it's been really cold and cloudy and i've been listening to AENT religiously, enough to a point where the music has become associated with the things i've been doing while listening to it. my point is that now, at the ripe old age of 27, i've had another one of those experiences we were talking about a few weeks ago where you buy an album when you are young and associate it with the situations and circumstances that were surrounding you when you did the majority of your initial listening to the songs. i love it too! now i'm old enough to appreciate it while it is happening too, that alone made me get into the spirit of the surroundings and want to go out and have fun, despite being a severe introvert. alcohol helps too :) so now AENT is forever associated in my mind with events that unfolded when i becamse familiar with the music. it now joins Priest=Aura, which was present when i bought a movie ticket to see Dracula in 1992 for an underage friend, or like Sometime Anywhere which was listened to while moving into a band rehearsal space during the peak of summer on the day of it's release...or driving home from Tower with MATS towards my house at over 80mph because i didnt have a cd player in my car at the time. anyway back to mardi gras! me and a friend went walking around bourbon street for a little bit both sunday and monday nights looking for the jesus freaks that go there to preach to the sinners. we were both heavily droned (half of that word is Drunk, the other half is...) and looking for a good arguement! i am not exaggerating when i say that EVERY single female those nights that felt compelled to expose their breasts did so with a videocamera recording the entire event. it was usually unknowing on her part too. poor, poor helpless women being taken advantage of! the last bar we went to last night (around 4am) was playing really nice music. a friend asked the bartender who the cd was and it was none other than Snog. i thought the name sounded familiar and i looked it up, same band that has a new cd single out on Karmic Hit. "Snog" sounds really humorous to the drunken mind, we were saying it to each other at random moments to get laughs! my finest moment last night though...me and a friend were sitting outside on some steps on a sidewalk eating french fries. these 2 random drunk strangers walk by, let's call them A and B. A had on sunglasses and was somewhat drunk, but B was so drunk he couldnt walk straight. B walks up to me and starts going "baa baa baa baa" somewhat melodically though completely randomly while A watches from a few feet away and John sits next to me eating. well this sort of random nonsense is right up my alley, and i joined in with him singing the 'drunken bastard song', "baa baa baa baa" in random pitches. A and John started laughing hysterically and then A and B walk off. i completely connected with a total stranger in a way that even most of you probably dont understand! i brought my digital camera with me last night and took a few pics while out. if anyone wants to see them i can email them to you individually. there are only 8, most are a little too dark to make out anything and there are no people in the pictures. but if you want to see what the french quarter looks like on streets that arent packed, in other words, what it really looks like, email me. i really miss being a bartender! might have to get a weekend job doing it again. according to some guy i met last night, i look nothing like George Clooney. his words, "not even a smidgen". i'm glad he cleared that up for me! must be the hair color. alton