Acid Mothers Temple and the Cosmic Inferno!!! - REDUX!!!

The trip home...

Okay, so maybe I built up the suspense for this one a bit too much, but it is one of those New York "bizarre in an under-the-radar kind of way" tales. So......

I left Southpaw and couldn't find Cory or Ignacio. While searching I turned my phone on and discovered a text from Cory. He had gotten kicked out for smoking. I couldn't believe it... I had never actually seen that happen at a show before. I've been to a ton of shows, even since the smoking ban, and I STILL see people whip stuff out all the time, with total impunity. But this particular time the wrong person apparently saw him and he wound up leaving. I still don't know all the details but the cynic in me can't escape the feeling that it has something to do with his race. Which fucking infuriates me.

So, I got him on the phone and he turned out to be home already. He didn't know what had happened to Ignacio, and neither did I. He's still a ghost.

I did, however, get ahold of Ben. When I got him on the phone the first time, he was really short and said "yeah, can't talk now, I'm making deals, I'll call you back." After about 10 minutes of wandering around Brooklyn, I got him on the phone again, and he was a little more coherent. We played "find the landmark" for awhile and eventually met up. The "deals" he was making were the most ridiculous thing...

He had bumped into a guy on the street named Pablo, and somehow in their random conversation Pablo found out Ben's a writer. He offered Ben a million dollars to write his life story. Ben couldn't believe it, and kept seeking affirmation from Pablo's friend, a Mexican guy who spoke no English, that Pablo refered to constantly as "Pablo's helper." He just kept shrugging. So, Ben chatted with Pablo for awhile, and got a business card with contact info and everything... He's going to call him soon and see if the million-dollars-to-write-Pablo's-life-story deal still stands. I'll keep you posted.

Anyway at that point, we were still deep into Brooklyn and needed to get home. According to this sign, it was 185 degrees. Um?



On the way, we passed the latest 97.9 MEGA advertisements. NTG fans know Ben and I have some BACKSTORY with these ads, but unfortunately this round doesn't highlight (or even include) Luis Jimenez y Moonshadow. WHICH SUCKS.







"I used to work near here," Ben commented as we walked toward the subway. "The Brooklyn Bridge is just up this way..."

So we wound walking across the bridge at around 2:00am. I've only walked the span once before, and it was during the day (in fact, during the Second Annual Two Man March), so seeing it at night was pretty cool.





Once we hit lower Manhattan, we made our way to the Canal Street 6 station.



Ben picked out this spot for him and I to shoot our first video, once we... uh... write some songs. Although that's not fair... we've got "Defiant Reliance." Best song in the world. 122 seconds of pure awesomeness. I'll try to put up an audio clip of it sometime...

And then Ben ascended to Subway Heaven.



We hopped off the train at 86th and walked to Midnight Express, because there's no better way to end a night.

By the time we left (oh, I don't know... 4:30-ish?), my head was absolutely pounding. I was beginning to get sick, I could feel it. I hailed a cab, and was treated to 5 minutes of Indian music. My driver explained who it was and a bit about the rhythm they were playing. That dude really loved his music. I appreciated it.

Then I came home and passed out.


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