Indian Jewelry, my favorite Crash Worship worshiping uikuikuikuikuikuikuikuikuik -thanks Blue- dark lords came through this past Saturday and strobe fucked every one's eyeballs at the Hideout. played a couple new songs that ran par with the blessed old ones so i'm EXCITED to hear the new record. these photos are kinda cruddy, so i apologize. i have a lil video that i'll put up soon.
i love this man's presence sooo much and that he un-ironically wears actual indian jewelry.
defining unconventional: standing drummer; singer and guitars on the ground tweaking.
first time i saw them was around a year ago. it was Memorial Day to be precise: played the Bottle with Entrace which was epic on it's/his own so this was like a multiple gasm event. T-tot had a BBQ in anticipation and celebration and it was quite possibly one of the most uplifting days of my life, like i was just removed from the everyday and the trappings of time and "life" for a short while. there was a time warp to '92 involving a Ned's Atomic Dustbin sing along and the enlightenment of my friends to the VERY DEEP love i have of that band. also a nearly religious experience involving Steely Dan. then a group walk to the bottle with micro champagne cans that are nothing short of adult capri-sun. then, like i said, gettin moved like a steamroller over a pine cone by the bands. coincidentally, at the Indian Jewelry show on saturday i was telling my lady PF that i found a pair of my underwear in the trunk of my car a few weeks ago and after i combed my memory for a minute, i realized that i put them in my trunk on that big deal memorial day because i was laughing so intensely (probably at her and the creation of "Geocities in Dust") that i pissed myself and put the soiled panties in my trunk before we hit the bottle, sans underwear. should probably get those dirty undies bronzed. l-i-v-i-n.
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