July 14th, 2003


Shiny San Francisco Stories: Becoming a cliche

So my first full day in San Francisco, I was on Haight St. (motherfucking Haight-Ashbury!! motherfucker!!) feeling very cool when suddenly what the rest of y'all already knew hit me like a pillowcase full of bricks.

"I'm a boring person who dyed my hair purple so I would fit in out here!! Oh my gosh!! I'm a cliche!!"

gamgee's response was something along the lines of "Yes, we all knew that, but if we had said it it would have sounded mean."
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don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit

There's a musical genre that's currently fascinating me: Bizarro-world remakes of gangsta rap standards.

Granted, I don't know how big this genre is. In fact, I only know of two: Dynamite Hack doing "Boyz in the Hood" and the Gourds' version of "Gin and Juice."

I've been trying to figure out if the Dynamite Hack version of "Boyz in the Hood" is actually ironic or if I've just been smoking out of the Alanis Morrisette crackpipe (makes you misuse terms like "ironic"). I think it might be some kind of comment on suburban kids who want to be gangstas, or something like that. It sounds really mellow and acoustic.

Whereas the Gourds' version of "Gin and Juice" is just fucked up. You listen to it and all you can think about is how much rednecks and gangsta rappers have in common. I think tenn_crichton called it "the Grundy County theme song." gamgee described the sound as "Hootie and the Snoopfish." I mean, it's got mandolins. Motherfucker. You just have to hear it to believe it.

Poll #156678 Gangsta rap goes country

Which is a better cracked-out cover of a gangsta rap classic?

"Boyz in the Hood," Dynamite Hack
"Gin and Juice," The Gourds
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Shiny San Francisco Stories: Sensory overload

One thing I really didn't expect about San Francisco was the feeling of sensory overload. Everywhere you look, there's something different and nifty... As cool as it is, it's just exhausting. I was falling asleep all over the place. I don't think I made it through a single movie we tried to watch (though in my defense, it was Old School; not even Luke Wilson could keep me awake for that. Owen maaaaaybe, but not Luke. Even though he is beautiful and all).

After my first afternoon in Haight Ashbury, I basically turned to gamgee and asked if I could go lie down for a while until my head stopped spinning. Later, after seeing the Marin Headlands and many different views of the Golden Gate Bridge, all of them cool, and dipping my toes in the Pacific (and that motherfucker is cold!!) for the first time, I was just this big puddle of grinning goo. gamgee said I looked stoned. I think at that point I hit this point... it wasn't quite a saturation point per se, but at that moment I figured I'd seen enough cool stuff that the trip was a success and everything else was just gravy.

But anyway, pretty much every day had me totally out of it by the end. I may have even dozed off in the DNA Lounge. (Don't ask me how. I was just chilling out to the music.) So as much as I loved San Francisco, I kinda wonder if I could live there long term without my head exploding.
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Shiny San Francisco Stories: My evil twin

(though in my case, I'm probably the evil twin.)

I have a doppleganger in San Francisco. His name is Doug, he's Canadian, and he goes to Walgreens and buys rubber duckies, then sits around grinning going "I have ducks."

There's something fucking weird about being around a person who acts just like you, no matter how cool he is (and Doug is cool). At some point I realized I was looking at him sitting there giggling about his ducks and wondering if that's how I look to my friends. (Short answer: yes.)
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