“I can’t fight this feeeeeeling anymore”

Alright everybody. It’s time we all admit it. Journey is a completely excellent band. And I don’t just mean, in some kind of retro/revivalist ironic distance kind of way. I mean like, they rule! Their songs are big and catchy and fun. What else do you need? “I’ve forgetten what I started fighting for.” I mean really. I think we’ve all felt like that, haven’t we? I think so. It’s time we all just get together and admit it, that we love Journey.

Kudos to Doug for openly liking Journey for a long long time. Maybe since their original rise and fall. I would not put it past him. I bet he’s even been to concerts and thrown his bra lustfully on stage at Steve Perry’s feet.

In other news, I recently returned from my fabulous foray into the future at Mars 2112 with one Laura Jane, and her longtime friend and accomplice, Morgan. You know what? It was a real fucking hoot, actually! I mean, I had a blast. It’s been a long time since I went out to dinner with two fun wonderful girls and we talked about ghosts and aliens, and drugs and time travel, and telepathy. Oh wait! That’s NEVER happened before, so its been an EXTRA long time since the last time that happened. And it was extra fun.

Yeah, but that restaurant is tres weird. You go in, get a ticket, and wait on some roped off line, for the next “flight to Mars”. When it’s ready, you all crowd into this little room with a couple video screens and some lights and stuff. And then the door closes, and it shakes around, and you watch like a little thing about your flying through a wormhole to get to Mars or something. Then you land, and enter this underground passageway with all fake rocks and doors painted with radioactive symbols and stuff.

And there are just all these staff members who keep greeting you with weird hand gestures, and just looking totally depressed and awful, and saying “Welcome to Mars” and shit like that. And then you sit down, and there are a variety of weirdos dressed in kind of shitty weird costumes and are supposed to be aliens and stuff. But all they really do is like come over and interrupt your conversation every few minutes, or pat you on the head with big furry - and seemingly quite dirty - hands. It was gross. One of them even jokingly absconded with a bag that Laura had just bought. I guess it was supposed to be playful or clever or something, but it was honestly just really creepy, especially since they had all these signs up about how the restaurant wasn’t responsible for lost or stolen items.

Yeah, and that was Mars 2112. Somehow, the three of us seem to have zapped away a whole two hours there, trading stories, most of which were so bizarre that they just trailed off into “um, you know….” because I don’t know, we talked about a lot of weird fun things. It was stellar!

[ One fun thing I mentioned that I wanted to make a note to myself of, because I thought I finally described it in a good way: was the time that Melanie and I were all stoned together, and we had a seriously ten minute long conversation, all without any words. That's right! Telepathy! You guessed it. Anyway, the way that I described it to them was that, it wasn't at all out of the ordinary when it happened. It was just like having a regular conversation, except you did away with the pretense that your words actually carried any real meaning, because you didn't mean them, and you realized that all your meaning was conveyed directly from person to person. And then, you end up realizing how much of your everyday communication is actually like that. You know? How often do you really get to get out ALL of what you mean to say to somebody? Very very rarely. Usually its very circuitous, and frought with a lot of stops and starts. Right, so yeah, telepathy! ]

All in all, a great night. Holy shit! You know who else just fucking rules (!) that just came onto my winamp? Van Halen! “It’s got what it takes - so tell me WHYYYYY can’t this be love?” Goddamn! What a fucking good song. Its really taking me back to the good old days at Catalyst when me and Doug would fucking kick back and rock out. (Incidentally, I love the part when he says “Only time will tell if we stand the test of time” Hehe. What a goddamn clumsy lyric line. Hehe. That crazy bitch! I also love the guitar solo/vocal accompaniment part later on that goes “De do do do DAAAA de do dowww”. Goddamn it! This song is just fucking sick! That’s it, Van Halen is totally getting a little rock block action here. I can’t wait for the next hit to drop!)


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This entry was written by Tim Boucher, posted on July 29, 2003 at 11:01 pm.

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