I would first like to wish everyone a fantastic Memorial Day. We should all take a minute and realize what this great day truely stands for: an opportunity to rest the entire day after 500 weekend; A three-day bender the likes that can only be duplicated in a movie about Las Vegas.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a rationale individual and believe that auto racing is the lamest excuse for a sport since bowling, but it is quite the shit-show. Nowhere else in the world would millionaire italians subject themselves to the lowliest lifeforms that have ever popped out of woman. In addition to the scenes in Speedway, the joy of spending time with family and friends cannot be overstated. Sharing laughter at the expense of other people is one of my greatest pleasures (Sorry drunk guy who fell ass-first into the trough uninal). As great as this sounds, the intensity of the race overshadows the hilarity of other drunk people when you, yourself, are three too many Foster’s oil cans into your afternoon.
All of the noise and confusions combine together to create a sense of excitement that I miss the second those checkered flags come down, symbolizing the year I must wait to feel that way again. Thank you Indianapolis Motor Speedway for another great chase. After all of this, the entire state is too tired to venture to the office come Monday. Without Memorial Day (observed) off, unemployement in the greater Indianapolis area would skyrocket.
At the end of the day, regardless of how much we love the greatest spectacule on the planet, we must pay respect to the United States Soldier. As much as we all hate war, this is the best country that has ever existed and it is all due to the bravery of those who have died to grant America its freedom. Without them, watching rich people waste gas for three and a half hours could not be used as an excuse to get drunk on Sunday.
THE HIVES WERE REALLY LOUD! THIS ENTIRE BLOG ENTRY MUST BE WRITEN IN CAPS TO SCREAM EVERYTHING ABOUT THE GREATEST THING THAT HAS COME OUT OF SWITZERLAND SINCE THAT LITTLE RED KNIFE. WHOEVER UTTERED THE WORDS THAT THE SWISS WERE UNBIASED TOWARDS EVERYTHING HAVE NOT SEEN THE HIVES JAM THE FUCK OUT OUT.. (BY THE WAY THAT IS ALL THEY DO IS JAM THE FUCK OUT AND I LOVE IT.) AS A CASUAL HIVES FAN, WHO ADMITTEDLY ONLY KNEW THE HIT SINGE “HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO,” I DID NOT REALLY KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT. I DO HAVE MOST OF THE HIVES CATALOGUE ON MY COMPUTER, BUT HAVE NOT TAKEN GREAT CARE IN GETTING INTO THOSE CRAZY EUROPEANS. ALL I KNEW IS THAT I LOVE LIVE MUSIC AND BEING SURROUNDED BY LOUD, LOUD NOISE. AND I RECEIVED EVERYTHING I WANTED AND TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN PERCENT MORE. IT WAS KICK ASS. AS A FIRST TIME MOJO BLOGGER I WILL TRY TO FORMAT THIS ENTRY LIKE I DID WHEN I WAS IN COLLEGE. THIS ENDS THE ATTENTION GRABBER PARAGRAPH.
MUSIC, TO ME, IS AN ART. NOTHING IS ITS’ EQUAL IN TERMS OF SOCIAL COMMENTARY. IT SPEAKS TO ME ON MANY LEVELS AND I PRAY TO WHATEVER GOD I BELEIVE IN THAT DAY TO GIVE ME THE ABILITY TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT CAN AFFECT SOMEONE LIKE GREAT RHYTHMS, SOLOS, AND BRIDGES INFLUENCE ME. HASN’T WORKED YET. I THINK THAT MY SMUGGNESS TOWARDS MUSIC HAS NOT ALLOWED ME TO FULLY APPRECIATE THE HIVES ON THIS ARROGANT LEVEL. I HAVE BEEN SELLING THESE GUYS SHORT FOR YEARS. REPLACING SARCASTICALLY HUMOROUS AND INSIGHTFUL LYRICS IS AN ENERGY THAT YOU MUST EXPERIENCE. IF YOU COULD CRYSTALIZE AND CHOP UP THAT ENERGY IT WOULD BE SIMILAR TO COCAINE, BUT A LITTLE MORE POTENT. IN EVERY ONE OF THEIR 2 1/2 MINUTE MINI-OPERAS, OPERAETTAS IF YOU WILL, THE LOVE CHILD OF HITLER AND MICK JAGGER THREW EVERYTHING HE HAD TOWARDS THE CROWD.
OVERSHADOWING THE SPECTACULE OF THE MUSICIANS WAS THE ACTUAL QUALITY OF MUSIC. IN BETWEEN THE OUTLANDISH, ENGAGING PARLOR TRICKS OF THE LEAD SINGER, WHOSE NAME I HAVE MISPLACED, EACH SONG RESONATED WITH BRILLIANT PLAYFULLNESS. WELL, MAYBE BRILLIANT IS NOT QUITE THE RIGHT CLASSIFICATION, BUT THEY WERE GOOD FUCKING TUNES; WITH A HIGHLIGHT BEING A SONG ABOUT A BOMB. AND TO THINK, ALL OF THESE YEARS I BELIEVED IT WAS ILLEGAL TO EVEN THINK THE WORD BOMB IN A THEATRE. THE CONCERT CONCLUDED WITH THE ONLY SONG I ACTUALLY KNEW THE TITLE, PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED, AND DANCING BY THE MASSES. MY ONLY COMPLAINT IS THE LAMENESS OF THE VOGUE BECAME AS IT ONCE AGAIN AND BECAME A DANCE CLUB AT 10PM.
ALL IN ALL IT WAS WORTH EVERY PENNY OF ADMISSION, WHICH I DID NOT PAY, AND LIVED UP TO ALL THE HYPE I BUILT UP IN MYSELF. CONCLUDING THE EVENING BY NUMBER CLOSING ON TWO BEAUTIFUL WOMEN REALLY HELPED THE NIGHT’S CASE AS THE BEST NIGHT SINCE FRIDAY.