Astoria anniversary!

dunkman

Pegasus wrote:

ok...reliving it tonight, I can say it:
that was the happiest day of my life!!



[size=-3]which probably makes me a very sad person I realise [/size]

no it doesnt.. it was my greatest day as well

dunkman

UKDave wrote:

what just happened?

dude.. you had an epiphany!!!

redrock

This is it, isn't it? No more... :( They have to pack up for the f**** gay club :mad:.. Damn.. I must have creamed my pants as many times as there were songs...
Too numb to move right away...I still want to be here...

UKDave

Bollocks, I've gotta go people

pack up and drive, be good and catch you soon

UKDave

dunkman wrote:

dude.. you had an epiphany!!!

I'm in a fuckin daze I know that much

redrock

UKDave wrote:

Bollocks, I've gotta go people

pack up and drive, be good and catch you soon

What? You're not going back to the royal george for a beer or two?

UKDave

redrock wrote:

What? You're not going back to the royal george for a beer or two?

Get me one in, I'll drink it while I'm packing

chime

Bye Dave ... nice to have met ya

redrock

They's shooing us out.. Oh look at that guy over there.. He's made his own avocado T-shirt... drew an avocado on a t-shirt!!!! Hihi...

Good to see that the blonde lady (victoria?) is there and looking fine.. she's with that lil' wavy hair girl and a weird looking bloke...

dunkman

redrock wrote:

This is it, isn't it? No more... :( They have to pack up for the f**** gay club :mad:.. Damn.. I must have creamed my pants as many times as there were songs...
Too numb to move right away...I still want to be here...

you know i love you but i think that was too much info!!!!

i donr care how numb you were!!!!

redrock

UKDave wrote:

Get me one in, I'll drink it while I'm packing

What are you having? Good to meet you.. maybe meet again at another gig?

Pegasus

ok...now it's the part that sucks about the internet..
right now I was rejoining my friends + people that I met in the queue (which makes me realise: WHERE THE FUCK IS GITTA??!!!)..and we're all grinning...and heading down the road to the Montague Pike for a pint before heading home because we're all too excited

tehn 40mn later I cycle home...listening to my ultra-crap recording of the gig (not the one we were all listening to tonight, thank god!) and restraining myself to scream along all the way home..

and woke up the next day (well 3 hours later..when I finally managed to get to sleep) with the same big stupid grin on my face and sported it all day.


btw, I'm having it right now :D:D

UKDave

redrock wrote:

What are you having? Good to meet you.. maybe meet again at another gig?

Make it a guinness, something tells me that will be appropriate

laters all, have a great weekend

redrock

So.. who's going back to the royal george?
Look here!! Hey Neil and Fraser (you hussy!).. going for a pint?

redrock

UKDave wrote:

Make it a guinness, something tells me that will be appropriate

laters all, have a great weekend

'bye have a good week-end.. lovely reliving this!

Pegasus

I WANT IT TO BE JUNE NOOOWWWW!!! :(













sorry..I'm on near 2 bottles of wine
see you ALL at Wembley (and I'm sure earlier )

redrock

Everyone's gone quiet.. I remember walking to the pub in almost total silence.. just a few f***s and shit and wows.... I was in a complete daze... way up there in the clouds and I didn't want to come down.. That feeling stayed with me for days!!!

dunkman

just like astoria last year everone is away home early!!!


sad sacks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Byrnzie

I remember being so sweaty that I felt I'd been put through the wringer!

Charles Bukowski -

The Gut Wringing Machine

Danforth hung the bodies up one by one after they had been wrung through the wringer. Bagley sat by the phones. "how many we got?"
"19, looks like a good day."
"shit, yeah, yeah. that sounds like a good day. how many did we place yesterday?"
"14."
"fair, fair. we'll make it good if the way keeps up. I keep worrying they might quit the thing in Viet," said Bagley of the phones.
"don't be foolish too many people profit depend on that war."
"but the Paris Peace Conference"
"you just ain't yourself today, Bag. you know they just sit around and laugh all day, draw their pay and then make the Paree nightclubs each night. those boys are living good. they don't want the Peace Conference to end anymore than we want the war to end.
we're all getting fat, and not a scratch. It-s sweet. and if they settle the thing somehow by accident, there-ll be others. they keep hot points glowing all over the globe."
"yeah, I guess I worry too much." one of the three phones on the desk rang. Bagley picked it up. "SATISFACTORY HELP AGENCY. Bagley speaking."
he listened.
"yeh, yeh. we got a good cost accountant. salary?
$300 the first two weeks, I mean a week. we get the first two weeks- pay. then cut him to 50 a week or fire him. If you fire him after the first two weeks, we give YOU one hundred dollars. why? well, hell, don-t you see, the whole idea is to keep things moving. It's all psychological, like Santa Claus. when? yeah, we-ll send him right over. what-s the address? fine, fine, he-ll be there pronto, remember
all the terms. we send him with a contract. bye."
Bagley hung up. hummed to himself, underlined the address.
"get one down, Danforth, a tired, thin one, no use shipping out the
best on the first shot."
Danforth walked over to the wire clothesline and took the clamps off the fingers of a tired, thin one.
"walk him over here. what-s his name?"
"Herman. Herman Telleman."
"shit, he don-t look so good. looks like he still got a little blood in him, and I can see some color in his eye-I think. listen, Danforthm you got these wringers running good and tight? I want all the guts squeezed out, no resistance at all, you understand? you do your job and I-ll do mine."
"some of these guys came in pretty tough, some men have
more guts than others, you know that. you can-t always tell by looking."
"all right, let-s try him. Herman. hey, sonny!"
"what-s up pops?"
"how-d you like a nice little job?"
"ah, hell no!"
"what? you don't want a nice little job?"
"what the fuck for? my old man, he was from Jersey, he worked all his damn life and after that we buried him with his own money, ya know what he had left?"
"what?"
"15 cents and the end of a drab dull life."
"but don't you want a wife, a family, a home, respectability" a new car every 3 years?"
"I don-t want no grind, daddy-o, don-t put me in no flip-out cage. I just want to laze around. what the shit."
"Danforth, run this bastard through the wringer and make
those screws tight!"
Danforth grabbed the subject but not before Telleman yelled "up your old mother's bunghole"
"and squeeze ALL THE GUTS OUT OF HIM, ALL OF THE GUTS! do you hear me?"
"aw right, aw right!" answered Danforth. "shit, sometimes I think you got the easy end of the stick!"
"forget sticks! squeeze the guts out of him. Nixon might end the war"
"there you go talking that nonsense again! I don-t think you been sleeping good, Bagley. something wrong with you."
"yeah, yeah, you-re right! insomnia. I keep thinking we should be making soldiers! I toss all night! what a business that would be!"
"Bag, we do the best with what we can, that-s all."
"aw right, aw right, you run him through the wringer yet?"
Danforth brought Herman Telleman back. he did look a bit different. all the color was gone from his eyes and he had on this utterly false smile. it was beautiful.
"Herman?" asked Bagley.
"yes, sir?"
"what do you feel? or how do you feel?"
"I don-t feel anything, sir."
"you like cops?"
"not cops, sir - policemen. they are the victims of our viciousness even though they at times protect us by shooting us, jailing us, beating us and fining us. There is no such thing as a bad cop. Policeman, pardon me. do you realize that if there were no policemen, we'd have to take the law into our own hands?"
"and then what would happen?"
"I never thought of that, sir."
"excellent, do you believe in God?"
"oh, yes sir, in God and Family and State and Country and honest labor."
"jesus christ!"
"what, sir?"
"sorry, now, here, do you like overtime on a job?"
"oh, yes sir! I would like to work 7 days a week if possible, and 2 jobs if possible."
"why?"
"money, sir, money for color tv, new autos, down payment on a home, silk pajamas, 2 dogs, an electric shave, life insurance, medical insurance, oh all kinds of insurance and college educations for my children if I have children and automatic doors on the garage and fine clothes and 45 dollar shoes, and cameras, wrist watches, rings, washers, refrigerators, new chairs, new beds, wall-to-wall carpeting, donations to the church, thermostat heating and"
"all right. stop. when are you going to use all this stuff?"
"I don-t understand, sir."
"I mean, when you are working night and day and overtime, when are you going to enjoy these luxuries?"
"oh, there-ll be a day, there-ll be a day, sir!"
"and you don-t think your kids will grow up some day and just think of you as an asshole?"
"after I-ve worked my fingers to the bone for them, sir! of course not!"
"excellent. now just a few more questions."
"yes, sir."
"don-t you think that all this constant drudgery is harmful to the health and the spirit, the soul, if you will-?" "oh hell, if I weren-t working all the time I-d just be sitting around drinking or making oil paintings or fucking or going to the circus or sitting in the park watching the ducks. things like that."
"don-t you think sitting around in the park watching the ducks is nice?"
"I can-t make any money that way, sir."
"o.k., fuck-off."
"sir?"
"I mean, I-m through talking to you."
"o.k., this one-s ready. Dan. fine job. give him the contract, make him sign it, he won-t read the fine print. he thinks we-re nice. trot him down to the address. they-ll take him. I ain-t sent out a better cost accountant in months."
"Danforth had Herman sign the contract, checked his eyes again to make sure that they were dead, put the contract and the address in his hand, led him to the door and gave him a gentle push down the stairway. Bagley just leaned back with an easy smile of success and watched Danforth run the other 18 through the wringer. where the guts went it was hard to see but almost every man lost his guts somewhere along the line. the ones labeled: "married with family" or
"over 40" lost their guts easiest. Bagley leaned back as Danforth ran them through the wringer, he heard them talking:
"it-s hard for a man as old as I am to get a job, oh, it's so hard!"
"another one said:"oh, baby, it's cold outside."
another:
"I get tired of booking and pimping, getting busted, busted, busted. I need something secure, secure, secure, secure, secure-"
another:
"all right, I-ve had my fun, now-"
another:
"I don-t have a trade. every man should have a trade. I don't
have a trade. what am I going to do?"
another:
"I-ve been all over the world - in the army - I know things."
another:
"if I had it to do all over again, I-d be a dentist or a barber."
another:
"all my novels and short stories and poems keep coming back.
Shit, I can-t go to New York and shake the hands of the publishers! I have more talent than anybody but you-ve got to have the inside! I'll take any kind of job but I am better than any kind of job that I take because I am a genius."
another:
"see how pretty I am? look at my nose? look at my ears? look at my hair? my skin? the way I act! see how pretty I am? see how pretty I am? see how pretty I am? why doesn-t anybody like me? because I'm so pretty. they-re jealous, jealous, jealous" the phone rang again.
"SATISFACTORY HELP AGENCY. Bagley speaking. you what? you need a deep-sea diver? motherfucker! what? oh, pardon.
sure, sure, we got dozens of unemployed deep-sea divers. his first 2 weeks pay is ours. 500 a week, dangerous, you know, really dangerous - barnacles, crabs, all that- seaweed, maidens on rocks. octupi, bends. head-colds. fuck, yes. first 2 weeks- pay is ours. if you fire him after 2 weeks we give you $200. why? why? if a robin laid an egg of gold in your front room chair would you ask WHY? would you? we'll send you a deep-sea diver in 45 minutes! the address?
fine, fine, ah, yes, fine, that-s near the Richfield Building. yes, I know. 45 minutes. thank you. goodbye."
Bagley hung up. he was tried already and the day was just beginning.
"Dan?"
"yeah, mother?"
"bring me a deep-sea diver type. bit fat around the belly. blue eyes, medium hair on chest, balding before his time, slightly stoical,
cancer of the throat. that-s a deep-sea diver. anybody knows what a deep-sea diver is. now bring one, mother."
"o.k., shithead."
Bagley yawned. Danforth unclamped one. brought him forth, stood him before the desk.. his tag said, "Barney Anderson."
"hello, Barney," said Bag.
"where am I?" asked Barney.
"SATISFACTORY HELP AGENCY."
"boy, if you two ain-t a couple of greasy-looking motherfuckers, I ain-t never ever seen none!"
"what the fuck, Dan!"
"I ran him through 4 times."
"I told you to tighten those screws!"
"and I told you some men have more guts than others!"
"it-s all a myth, you damn fool!"
"who-s a damn fool?"
"you-re both damn fools," said Barney Anderson.
"I want you to run his ass through the wringer three times," said Bagley.
"o.k., o.k., but first let-s you and me get straight."
"aw right, for instance-ast this Barney guy who his heroes
are."
"Barney, hoose yr herows?"
"well, lemme see - Cleaver, Dillinger, Che, Malcolm X,
Gandhi, Jersey Joe Walcott, Grandma Barker, Castro, Van Gogh,
Villon, Hemingway."
"ya see, he identifies with all LOSERS. that makes him feel good. he-s getting ready to lose. we-re going to help him. he's been conned on this soul-shit and that-s how we get their asses, there ain't no soul. it-s all con. there ain't no heroes. it-s all con. there ain't no winners - it-s all con and horseshit. there ain't no saints, there aint no genius - that's all con and fairytale, it makes the game go. each man jut tries to hang on and be lucky - if he can. all else is bullshit."

redrock

Still singing Alive B?
I went to the pub with Rob! But must admit didn't stay very long... up early the next day...