Everything Happens for a Reason
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Here's one for all the Riot GRRRLS out there.
How do bad bands even form?
Last time Mike Patton came to the Cradle it was as Tomahawk. While performing he put the mic down to a guys mouth so he could sing the next line, but the guy looked up with the, "I don't know" expression. Mike yells, "you stupid redneck!" and keeps up with the song. A minute later he puts the mic down to the same guy and this time the guy is wearing a somber, "what are you doing?" face. "Fucking redneck!"
And I realized something last night: The spaces before encores are actually opportunities for the more tired of the audience members to politely leave.
Return of the TamPod!!
Intro to Genetic Algorithms, Music
If it'll help wrap your mind around it, this method could be applied to music. Come up with a lot of tunes which are random notes. Some may sound better than others. Then make a new set of tunes by taking the best tunes and exchanging and mutating some of their notes (which is their genetic code). The next generation will have some of the properties of the good songs from the previous generation and maybe even be better. Repeat until you've got a hit.
I went downtown after the game to catch some of the revelry. After about half an hour, it got kinda old. There was nothing there. No substance. People were partying just for the sake of partying. Kind of like the Rodney King Jr. riots. Were people so outraged that they had to express their anger through looting, or were they looking for an excuse to get that new hi-fi system?
Anyhow, I had to go. On that night, I'm sure Chapel Hill was the biggest party city in the whole world. You've gotta take part in a global event like that.
Not the Star Wars Geeks I know
I especially like this line: "Abby sez, 'Just spoke to a nice guy in line named Elliot. He's 21 and got laid off from his job in January...'"
'Cause when I read it, it initially looked like, "Just spoke to a nice guy in line named Elliot. He's 21 and got laid..."
I kind of stopped and took a quick breath before I read on. My whole foundation for understanding American social structure nearly came crumbling.
Don't Fuck With Me
It was 5:30 in the morning and I heard noises. I jump out of bed and I see a shadowy figure sort of hunched near the door. I yell something and it may well have been "get out of my cave!" because I was acting on pure neanderthal fight reflex. I push him into the wall and am just about to hit him in the face, but something stops me. It's Dan, my roommate coming back late from his tour.
"Man, I'm sorrry! I didn't realize it was you."
The awkwardness is just about to pass, but then I remember: I'm completely naked.
"Um.. sorry for attacking you naked. G'night."