By Misti Lake
Date: 8 April 2001
get ready to RAWK
Chris and I just got back from Galveston. Had a kick ass time. Listened to our Hank Williams III, The Church and Ramones cds on the way down and the way back. I wouldn't get out of the car on the ferry on the way to the island. I was dizzy and afraid of the crazy seagulls. Chris explored. When we reached the island, we ate at our favorite restaurant (we ate there twice on our honeymoon!)...Fisherman's Wharf. Had the same stuff. Shrimp Kisses for an appetizer and a Corona and shrimp Caesar salad for me and a Coke and catfish dinner for Chris. Then we shared a dessert called Chocolate Explosion. Soooo decadent. Loved the presentation and the actual taste.
Went shoppin' on the Strand. Bought a few things for his parents and a pack of Outlaw cards for Joe. I got a couple of kewl necklaces and stickers for my black poetry binder.Oh...and a black Galveston t-shirt for $3.99. Chris bought some really pretty windchimes for our balcony. And a little plastic alligator.
The surf was up, dude. Hellacious waves. Was sorry I wasn't a little surfer girl. We took some pictures on the beach and laughed at a couple that was making out hardcore on a blanket, oblivious to the rest of the world.
On the way home we discussed our punk rock band dream. Chris says I could play bass (like Sid Vicious...ha) and he could play lead. I could sing and write the lyrics and Chris could compose the melodies. We're similar in temperament and personality to Lennon and McCartney, and we feed off each other's creativity. I'm Lennon (cynical smart ass) and he's McCartney (optimistic peacemaker). Here's my vision...we'll cut a demo and start playing gigs. We'll need a drummer, obviously. And a sherbert orange van. Still haven't decided on a name (I favor Superaware Orange)...but my vision is to play eclectic, avant garde, humorous, angry punk rock music that makes little or no sense. I want to throw balloons and toys to the audience. I want to squirt people with waterguns. I want to show them my belly and say,"It's okay to have a pot belly! Richard Simmons is not God!" Yes. There is a place for perfection and it's NOT in the gym, Amerikka. We should laugh more. We should play more. We should rant and rave and express more. So much bullshit and psychosis could be avoided.
In brief: we'll be a mixture of Tom Green, Andy Kauffman, the Ramones, the Doors, the Beatles, the Sex Pistols, all the Hank Williamses, "Sesame Street" and Frank Zappa. I'm going to bring the "Nobody Loves Me, Everybody Hates Me, I'm Gonna Eat a Worm" song to the masses. Get ready for a revolution, people. Get out your Silly String and bubbles and get ready to RAWK.
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