There is this fucking guy at my local park that sets up a full DJ system with giant speakers and “spins” electronic music, by himself, with no audience, loud as FUCK, at least one day every goddamn weekend for multiple hours. Everyone loathes him, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Man, I went to a coffee shop with a girl once. This coffee shop sat maybe 24 people, okay? It’s a shallow, wide building. There’s the counter with two baristas working, in front of the counter along the front wall of the building are those narrow “table for two” booths, like 2 or 3 of them. Both the counter and those booths run to the right wall of the building. To the left is a small more open area with maybe 4 four-seat tables.
There was this guy. This male homo sapiens. Who brought an acoustic-electric guitar. A microphone. And two, count them in the eyes of sweet zombie Jesus TWO. 60+ watt amplifiers. Because this was the artistic opportunity of this existing organism’s life. This creature, this placental mammal, was going to REACH his audience on this night. Through all the noise of a commercial AC unit and the single digit number of people that I ever saw in the building, his Green Day covers would be HEARD!
That happened during the winter of 2011. My headcanon is that guy wheezed to death of covid on one of those 3D printed ventilators they tried to get me to help make. I didn’t do those, I did the 3-ring binder slip cover face mask visors.
There is this fucking guy at my local park that sets up a full DJ system with giant speakers and “spins” electronic music, by himself, with no audience, loud as FUCK, at least one day every goddamn weekend for multiple hours. Everyone loathes him, but he doesn’t seem to care.
A nice pair of electrically-insulated cable cutters may be a good investment.
I like McMaster-Carr, it’s the greatest catalog of industrial supplies.
Also the markup on the first cutters that showed up is insane. $90 on McMaster, only $57 at home deopt
Nah I’m not like that, not calling the cops on him or anything either, but if someone whips his ass I won’t feel bad.
Man, I went to a coffee shop with a girl once. This coffee shop sat maybe 24 people, okay? It’s a shallow, wide building. There’s the counter with two baristas working, in front of the counter along the front wall of the building are those narrow “table for two” booths, like 2 or 3 of them. Both the counter and those booths run to the right wall of the building. To the left is a small more open area with maybe 4 four-seat tables.
There was this guy. This male homo sapiens. Who brought an acoustic-electric guitar. A microphone. And two, count them in the eyes of sweet zombie Jesus TWO. 60+ watt amplifiers. Because this was the artistic opportunity of this existing organism’s life. This creature, this placental mammal, was going to REACH his audience on this night. Through all the noise of a commercial AC unit and the single digit number of people that I ever saw in the building, his Green Day covers would be HEARD!
That happened during the winter of 2011. My headcanon is that guy wheezed to death of covid on one of those 3D printed ventilators they tried to get me to help make. I didn’t do those, I did the 3-ring binder slip cover face mask visors.