LOL by the way, has anyone ever noticed what "OH NO" spells out upside-down? *everyone runs to get their OH NO albums*
I did notice that! It annoys me soooo much but i didn't say anything because i decided it was just a mistake on the cd/dvd edition, which is the one I have.
Sorry I missed a day there. After yesterday's show in Montreal, I was in no shape to write anything. In fact, I was in no shape to stand upright or speak, much less speak French, although I reportedly attempted these things.
By the end of the evening, Nirmala (Controller.Controller's singer) found me repeating "pamplemousse, pamplemousse, pamplemousse" to myself as I lay on the floor of the dressing room bathroom. Verticality had grown too difficult for me, but, intrepid party frontiersman that I am, I had brought a laptop in there and was pumping techno out of its little speakers and tapping my feet along as I muttered to myself. For this behavior, I have Canadian Club to thank.
The rest of the guys in the band have adopted the hurricane classification system as a means of recording my level of intoxication on any given night.
If I have the type of tipsy buzz that makes me slightly nostalgic, or has me nodding along with people's stupider comments, they might label me a mere Tropical Storm Kulash. A Category One Kulash and a Category Two Kulash are hard to distinguish, but they're both shades of mildly drunk; I might start engaging in high-fives, or singing along to songs I hate.
By Category Three, a multi-course meal from a hotel vending machine starts to seem like a good idea, and I begin sneaking off to the bathrooms of bars to sing ideas for new songs to my own voicemail. These songs are never good, and the messages are invariably received with a wince of shame the following morning.
A Category Four frequently means waking up the next day, still in a three-piece suit, either facing the wrong way on the bed or not in the bed at all. These are pretty serious nights of merriment. A Category Four Kulash, for instance, might start inventing new pro-wrestling moves that involve hotel furniture (this is how I invented the Intercontinental Double-Trouble), or might crash the after-party of the role-playing game convention in a nearby hotel, claiming to be a Master Jeweler.
A Category Five Kulash is generally characterized by a blackout. It's a real spectacle, and an exceptionally rare one; Andy claims to have seen only one in the year since he joined the band. Some of my activities as a Category Five have included attempts at breakdancing on the roof of our van, using a butcher knife to make alterations to my own clothing (and then the clothing of others), and covering Tim's bald head with metallic fingernail polish.
When I asked what categorization I earned last night in Montreal, I was told that my inebriation had met such swift implosion that no landfall had ever occurred. It was an offshore storm of such magnitude that it devoured itself before it could wreak any serious terrestrial havoc.
After a few post-show congratulatory shots, I was a little tipsy, and then, seemingly moments later, I was on-stage during Controller.Controller's encore, dismantling their drum kit and throwing the cymbals at Nirmala. I'm told this sounded pretty impressive, and luckily no major injuries were sustained. Before much else could happen, there I was with the techno in the toilet.
Needless to say, today has been a clean, healthy day of recovery. My hang-over was blessedly merciful, and the show tonight, here in Ottawa, kicked ass.
Thanks porifera! As soon as I started reading that, I remembered (but kept reading anyway ) But...I still dont remember where to get to that, could someone send me a direct link, pretty please?
QUOTE (Shalu-lah @ Aug 8 2007, 11:19 PM)
It's also Damian's second favorite word! There's an interview out there somewhere... I will find it for you tomorrow morning.
Thanks porifera! As soon as I started reading that, I remembered (but kept reading anyway ) But...I still dont remember where to get to that, could someone send me a direct link, pretty please? Ooo! Thanks!
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*everyone runs to get their OH NO albums*
I did notice that! It annoys me soooo much but i didn't say anything because i decided it was just a mistake on the cd/dvd edition, which is the one I have.
Gah! It ruins the whole cd shelf!!! hmph
Foux de Fa Fa
You make a Teeny OK Go MySpace.
The only reason you changed out of your pajamas today was because you wanted to wear your OK Go treadmill shirt.
You hate the show How It's Made, but watch anyway because they're showing how treadmills are made.
Foux de Fa Fa
ya i did the same thing! i heard "pamplemousse" and was like WHAT?!?! awesome!
OK Go Tour Diary #4: Hurricane Kulash Warning
Sorry I missed a day there. After yesterday's show in Montreal, I was in no shape to write anything. In fact, I was in no shape to stand upright or speak, much less speak French, although I reportedly attempted these things.
By the end of the evening, Nirmala (Controller.Controller's singer) found me repeating "pamplemousse, pamplemousse, pamplemousse" to myself as I lay on the floor of the dressing room bathroom. Verticality had grown too difficult for me, but, intrepid party frontiersman that I am, I had brought a laptop in there and was pumping techno out of its little speakers and tapping my feet along as I muttered to myself. For this behavior, I have Canadian Club to thank.
The rest of the guys in the band have adopted the hurricane classification system as a means of recording my level of intoxication on any given night.
If I have the type of tipsy buzz that makes me slightly nostalgic, or has me nodding along with people's stupider comments, they might label me a mere Tropical Storm Kulash. A Category One Kulash and a Category Two Kulash are hard to distinguish, but they're both shades of mildly drunk; I might start engaging in high-fives, or singing along to songs I hate.
By Category Three, a multi-course meal from a hotel vending machine starts to seem like a good idea, and I begin sneaking off to the bathrooms of bars to sing ideas for new songs to my own voicemail. These songs are never good, and the messages are invariably received with a wince of shame the following morning.
A Category Four frequently means waking up the next day, still in a three-piece suit, either facing the wrong way on the bed or not in the bed at all. These are pretty serious nights of merriment. A Category Four Kulash, for instance, might start inventing new pro-wrestling moves that involve hotel furniture (this is how I invented the Intercontinental Double-Trouble), or might crash the after-party of the role-playing game convention in a nearby hotel, claiming to be a Master Jeweler.
A Category Five Kulash is generally characterized by a blackout. It's a real spectacle, and an exceptionally rare one; Andy claims to have seen only one in the year since he joined the band. Some of my activities as a Category Five have included attempts at breakdancing on the roof of our van, using a butcher knife to make alterations to my own clothing (and then the clothing of others), and covering Tim's bald head with metallic fingernail polish.
When I asked what categorization I earned last night in Montreal, I was told that my inebriation had met such swift implosion that no landfall had ever occurred. It was an offshore storm of such magnitude that it devoured itself before it could wreak any serious terrestrial havoc.
After a few post-show congratulatory shots, I was a little tipsy, and then, seemingly moments later, I was on-stage during Controller.Controller's encore, dismantling their drum kit and throwing the cymbals at Nirmala. I'm told this sounded pretty impressive, and luckily no major injuries were sustained. Before much else could happen, there I was with the techno in the toilet.
Needless to say, today has been a clean, healthy day of recovery. My hang-over was blessedly merciful, and the show tonight, here in Ottawa, kicked ass.
Damian
There's an interview out there somewhere... I will find it for you tomorrow morning.
As soon as I started reading that, I remembered (but kept reading anyway )
But...I still dont remember where to get to that, could someone send me a direct link, pretty please?
There's an interview out there somewhere... I will find it for you tomorrow morning.
Ooo! Thanks!
As soon as I started reading that, I remembered (but kept reading anyway )
But...I still dont remember where to get to that, could someone send me a direct link, pretty please?
Ooo! Thanks!
No problem!
edit: new status, ya
Yay new status!
Foux de Fa Fa
YEAH!!!!!
I did that too =P
and then I didn't have anyone to flip out to, and it was sad.
that's a hysterical song/vid... <3
Rosa