Went on tour with Go! Team for a few days for the thing I am working on.
Courtesy of my brother from another mother, David Scheid.
2:20 am in Milwaukee, Kim and Matt freak their breakdancing teenage fans in the parking lot.
2:21 They become the Megatron of freaking.
The perennial Frankie Chan. Remember in that emo-is-sexist essay I wrote? The dude I'm talking to on the dance floor about having a problem with all of rock history? Him.
Next morning, I woke up from the coffin bunk, and went outside. We were at Jackson and State, at Lollapalooza. Note the Richard Serra sculpture in the middle of all that backline.
Cole had no idea Abe Lincoln was from Illinois, but was wearing an Abe necklace. Poser.
Lizzy Armstrong, Chi-town's leading transgressesse--now of NYC-- and Cody, sporting his Grace Jones inspired haircut. Geniuses, both.
I took Tod to the trainbridge for him to shoot some pics, and within eleven minutes, we were spotted by cops and hightailed it. In 8 years of venturing there, I'd never seen a cop car drive up. Tod's rep as a cop magnet is not proverbial, it is literal, actual.
After our non-incident, we went to Ben's birthday, where Morgan and I danced in front of the giant industrial fan while Ben and Logan threw down the hottest Gutterbutter set in f'evs.
Laurent loves Black Sheep. He was freaking the fan during "Strobelite Honey" and that's god's honest truth.
Posted by Jessica at August 3, 2008 05:37 PM
As it is Sunday, we celebrated Stephen Stills Appreciation Brunch by shooting an album cover in my living room. No one ate, the boys gaffed for the girls and the girls gaffed when the boys posed. As N. Diamond once sang: The good times never seemed so good.