Wednesday, August 13, 2008

21st Street Co-Op

As taken from . .

"The 21st Street Co-op, commonly compared to a treehouse, is a clothing-optional student housing cooperative in Austin, Texas housing 100 residents. It is part of the NASCO co-op system. . . The residents of the 21st Street Co-op are affectionately referred to as Motherf***ers."

So. We left New Orleans. Bourbon street can only be related to something from the Bible. Something filled with adultery, boozing, gluttony, and humidity. It's fucking awesome. Every town needs something where we can all get our sinning on. Or at least have a cigarette Vending Machine. $4 body shots and transvestite bars blare down your throat and you want to just drink it all in. There is only so much a boy who doesn't even smoke hookah can handle.

10 hours later we arrived in Austin. We crashed at a friend's house and decided to search for a hostel the next morning. Humidty is still the theme on our adventure and has yet to stop breathing down our necks and telling us how pretty we smell. We walked down 21st street and walked into something that looked like. . .well. . . it could be a Hostel. A kid doing dishes tells us It is not a hostel, but a Co-Op dorm for college kids. . . and points us to a direction where we may get help. We sigh. . .and continue walking. But no more than a few seconds, the kid runs after us and tells in a nut shell. . ."Fuck it, you're staying with us"

Already, walking through the middle of the place we can smell a different odor. A metaphorical odor. . . Kids here are just darling. Nice, forgiving, welcoming, and work together for a purpose. College Kids are running a dorm themselves. Taking turns cooking, cleaning, fixing the broken shit, and breaking the none broken shit. . . . then fixing it again. Oh. . . it's also clothing optional. The first day I already saw weiner. Hell yes. Oh, it was the Chef's too. They fed us and parties with us. The accepted us as their own and are helping us rest and eat while we prepare for a long 18 hour . . 2 day drive home. We loved it here so much we actually are crashing on the couches a second night. Well worth the decision for Capture the flag games have brought back memories of times that didn't suck as much as they do while you're older. So. None of these pictures are mine. So don't yell at me people from the Daily Texan.

But Austin is treating us well, especially since this is the last couple days of our lengthy journey. The fucking Anecdotes we will have. . . You kids ever seen a guy go in the rafters and piss in his own mouth??

The fucking anecdotes.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Andrew WK broke my Camera.

Hahaha. And this is the picture I took to see if it still works. Sad to say, Once I hit Mississippi, the Camera went super dead. But. New York was pretty awesome. What was even better, Andrew WK's apartment. Not only is this cat the nicest, sweetest, most awesomely bad ass guy ever. . . . He's as beautiful in person as he is on the television. Walking in on the interview, he automatically was more interested in us, then it seemed we were of him. He wanted to know everything about us. He gave us words of wisdom and advice that chilled me. He talked of love, positivity, life, death, Evil Dead the musical, and the greatest band ever, Manowar. He gave us ice water, we got to check out the view in his Times Square apartment, meet his wife. . . and he gave us autographed LPs of Close Calls to Brick Walls.

But he still dropped my Camera.

And offered to buy me a new one.

Andrew WK wanted to buy me a new camera. Haha. I didn't accept of course, but he did invite us to his night club. And I did get to see him out of his regular white pants/white shirts outfit. And didn't even recognize him. Not only is he super nice, he is really to himself and loves alone time and just hanging out. And all his songs about partying. . . really is about just being positive and happy.

Anyways. After New york we drove to Tennessee and hung out with my redneck cousins. Then more Redneck cousins in Mississippi, then even red necker cousins in the delta of Mississippi. I'm sorry. But this blog is incredibly boring. Not only do I not really have a ton of pictures, but I am in New Orleans and more tired than something that is super tired all the time. I don't know. . . a sloth or something. Make your own damn metaphor. I quit.

Lucky Sloth.


-Erich "2 Tired 2 Handle" WK!!

Sunday, August 3, 2008

My Day with Jeff Rosenstock.

Well. We hit Maine. We Hit Lobster Fest. And All I got with this Silly picture. But heck. It rained like hell and we got $16 awesome Maine lobster. The actual Fair wasn't as glamorous and beautiful as the postcards made it. There weren't any Lobster Bikini Babes feeding me that delicious white sea faring meat out of silver forks. And there were no mermaids singing me Siren songs. But it was still kinda, somewhat, not really, ugh. . . worth it. I reaked of lobster for two days. I guess that's cool. I guess. We were lucky enough to go to Portland and realize there was no where to sleep. Making a few phone calls we found a place to crash with a family we never met. But they were awesome. They fed us, let us use their shower, gave us beds, and I'm sure would have offered bed time stories of lobster catching, having New England accents, and other things that relate to everyday Maine life. But we were tired. And we fell asleep.

The next day though. . . that was a different story.
We wake up to blue skies. Blue lakes, and blue berries. Or how the New Englander's pronounce. . Boo Burry. They remind me of a cross between Mayor Quimby and JFK. It's awesome. The owner of the house took us out on the boat, we water skiied, canoed, and swam in warm lake water.

So the next day we slept in Jersey. The end.

The day after that though. . . We made it to New York!! Upon entering this awesome city, The toll booth lady called me an asshole for no apparent reason. A breath of fresh air. But today was awesome. We got to do our third interview for this Road Trip Nation deal. And it was one of the ones I was most excited for. It was with Jeff Rosenstock. He is a manly man who heads Bomb the Music industry, and used to be the leader of Arrogant Sons of Bitches. I was so nervous. Would he be an asshole. . . rendering my BTMI tattoo completely irrelevent? We entered his third story apartment and him and his girlfriend were cooking vegan sausage, gravy, and grits. He goes. . . "Hey! You guys eaten yet?"
"Um. . . no not really. ."
"Well. . . want some food?"
We nodded, and we ate. He is the most awesome person. Especially because he doesn't really view himself as a rock star or something more than he really is. Or anyone is really, a person. He is so down to earth. We talked music, joked, played Mario Kart on the wii and had an amazing interview. He then brought up that he was going to see the Black Lips for free in the middle of Brooklyn. We jumped the oppurtunity to hang out with him some more and agreed to an amazing show. My first day in New York, and I already get to hang out with one of my heros, watch an amazing free show, and get to eat amazing Vegan food twice. Currently I'm in my hostel in Harlem and a Crack Head entered the premises, went into someone's room and stole their wallet.

God. The air is so fresh.

Tomorrow we Interview Andrew WK.

And today. Are some pictures.

-erich "i left my heart in montreal" beckmann.


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