Anonymous said: do you have snapchat ?¿
I do have (I also du hast.) It’s “askiba”.
Anonymous said: You're a very great looking person
Well, gee shucks, thank ya. I bet you are, too!
late june / early july 2014 (aka my favorite summer)
I never knew my upstairs hallway could be so “painting of french girl.”
Thanks for coming out yesterday folks. Video of the Zoo Bros incoming.
Holy shit guys! No whole posts for the entire month of May! I know, I’m terrible. Perhaps I should backdate this post and try to fool myself into thinking I could actually do this once a month. But I digress.
The fact that I’m finding the time to write this post to all of you is both a relief and an utter shock. My past couple of weeks have been one big blur of traveling and other such shenanigans. Hell, I’ve hardly had time to whip out the trusty old Canon between bouts. I’d be lying if I said “laziness” wasn’t the number one reason this post took so long though.
A lot of these shenanigans produced photos that aren’t fit for publishing. Well, at least not for another few years until all the parties involved can invoke the good ol’ statutes of limitations. So keep your eyes out for that eventual post.
In this special case though I would suggest that you let your mind fill in the many sultry gaps. Doesn’t mean there aren’t a shit-ton of good photos left over though, so without further “me talking”:
Let’s just say two things: 1) the cabin earned the name, and 2) a shocking amount of the photos from this trip are unpublishable, see point one, but not for the reasons you’d think. You dirty bastard.
I had grass in my grass.
Nothing like a chaser of “Vegetable Medley” to get the taste of crippling debt out of your mouth.
Here’s the truth: drugs are
fun dangerous, kids! Don’t do ‘um.
But onto Colorado.
A note to future generations: putting a large brick into an open fire and putting a freezer pizza onto said brick does not, in fact, a “brick oven pizza” make. I’d say it makes more of a “smokey, cardboardy piece of shit.” But I’m no food critic.
Unrelated fact: my new favorite drinking game is now slap cup.
Cabin in the so-called woods.
Not pictured: small white rat.
_____ and starving.
Nothing beats a snowball fight in almost-June.
See you in a couple of weeks/fortnights/months, kids. Got some big news coming up that I think you’re really gonna dig.
P.S. miscellaneous site news: I bought the domain kingcitr.us a few days ago because seriously, nobody took that? Score. It’s a parked domain page right now but eventually it’ll be a redirect to this blawg. I eventually plan to port everything from here to that site but in the meantime, your days are numbered Tumblr, sweet blog name and all.
(To top this post off here’s Will in a Taco Bell.)
Spring is here, school is over. It’s been an exciting (if tiring) series of weeks over here in Chicago town. I have a massive back log of photos even if I haven’t been able to bring the camera wherever I’ve wanted to lately, so this will have to do. Let the pictures speak for themselves.
When the inspiration for ice cream strikes…
The third eye.
So we met Mac DeMarco (aka Macklemore aka Mac Miller) last night. I promised myself I wouldn’t fangirl but I totally did. Unfortunately the camera was out of commission so you’ll have to settle for shaky, “real” phone snaps. But really the best memories are in your head and not on a lens. OK, so I got my free Salad Days and wallet signed too, but hey physical things only last for so long, right?
Jimmy Whispers huggin’ Robocop. Dude was drunk.
Juan Wuaters wuas a reual dreuam bouat.
Chicago: famous pot holes and famous pot hos. (Pot hos not really pictured)
We had a crew.
zoo brothers 2nd home ❤️
It lives again!
ZOO BROTHER (LIVE) SUPER SECRET SHOW
@ T H E L O V E N E S T
byobaa (bring your own b____ and angst)
8PM social, band whenever, party til dawn
I can’t be held responsible for any of the regrettable things that you do at this show, come at your own risk
there may potentially be an opening band????
[text my # or any of the zoo bros. if you can’t, big shame]
name call (2014)
I have no teeth, and I must eat.
The story so far:
In the beginning Skiba got his Canon SX20IS back (a camera which has historically taken some very interesting photos.)
This has made a lot of his friends very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
"why did that kid have his pants off?"
midnight tattoo parlor.
this just in: local internet sensation drinks tea, soup.
"mona lisa. this is some museum quality stuff."
"guys I think I put DIIV on last night"
"yeah, here’s proof actually."
not pictured: steak and eggs, kids on acid on bikes, and the most exploded beer this side of the Mississippi.
If I were asked to point to the date I first developed my crippling sense of FOMO I would probably point to May 16, 2009: the date I saw twee indie band Tally Hall and the first concert I ever attended.
Ever since I’ve been on the pursuit to see every band whose music I’ve enjoyed, for many reasons. Personal enjoyment first and foremost, but other things too: meeting great new people, seeing new places, and of course financially supporting the music I like (and undoing years and 63+ gigabytes of piracy “debt.”) My wallet and my ears hate me for it, but I’ve seen some pretty interesting things in that time as a result of my musical obsessions. I’d owe a lot of my current friends to a shared interest, and participation in, music.
However, this wouldn’t be another post on my blog if it didn’t include the geeky element. Over the past 5 years since that first show (well, almost, anyway) I’ve been collecting and recording all the shows I’ve seen at setlist.fm. The purpose of the site is to catalog each and every concert’s setlist, unsurprisingly enough. But logging your own personal journey also reveals some pretty interesting data about yourself and your concert habits. At the risk of sounding like a shill I’d say take out the notebook you use for this purpose already and just put into the sweet, sweet cloud. For data purposes, of course.
So let’s look at the data, shall we? (A quick note: I define a “show” as seeing an individual band. You might argue my numbers are inflated by the number of festivals I attend each year but it hasn’t changed the fact that I’ve seen exactly 164 shows hit the stage.)
Years and Concerts
I guess the thing that inspired this post the most was last year- 60 bands in all, making up over a third of the shows I’ve ever seen. It was a prodigious, wallet crushing year for sure- and it was also the only year I skipped Lollapalooza. If I hadn’t this would surely be more like 80+, which is insane.
2009 was my first year and I still didn’t really have the resources I have now to a) afford shows or b) find out about them, so that’s why it makes up a shocking 2% of this graph. It hardly counts at all. 2010 is when I started to earn my wings and 2011 was when all the bands I like started to tour. At that time I was also in the dead center of high school, so my music taste was growing a bit out of control. I liked anything and I would see it live if I could afford it. That makes it drastically different than 2012 with a pitiful 25 shows in total, making it only 15% of the shows I’ve seen, the second lowest. I was broke for a lot of this year. I also got pretty sick during Pitchfork and only saw a few bands, so Lolla makes a huge chunk of that.
Concerts and Places
For some reason setlist.fm refuses to tabulate festival grounds as actual venues. I guess it depends on your definition of a venue, but for me that’s “a place where you play some music” and not a brick and mortar location. So feel free to appreciate the blood and tears that went into manually counting up the places I’ve seen festivals, as well.
I’ve been to about half the fifty states but seen concerts in only four of them. This needs to be fixed, of course: I have aspirations to visit many famous venues, including Worthy Farm and Red Rocks. How have I not been to Red Rocks? I’ve been to Colorado four times in the past two years. I blame being busy.
A fun statistic that doesn’t deserve a pie: I’ve seen exactly 70% of the bands here outdoors as opposed to inside. Some would say that’s a bad thing, but I also like the sun. So there’s that.
Other Fun Facts:
- I dislike stadium shows, so even though I’ve been to almost every small and medium sized “official” venue in Chicago I haven’t seen any shows at Rosemont or Allstate or any of the other major arenas here besides United Center.
- The band I’ve seen the most times is tied: between Fucked Up and local darlings Twin Peaks, with four shows. Twin Peaks will clinch the record in April, however, for the fifth show on April Fools.
- Interestingly, however, the song I’ve seen the most times, four, that isn’t by Fucked Up is Phoenix, with “Entertainment”. I’ve only seen them twice but they play it twice per show, so they got an odd little mention at the top of the list.
Well, I hope you enjoyed my shoddy graphs. I’m getting a bit shaky from concert withdrawal (since Halloween!) so I’m going to go self medicate with some fresh Italian pasta. Until then, some sage advice: EARPLUGS! FOR REAL. They don’t make you a square, they make you not deaf. Trust me on this one.
P.S. You can creep on my stats and watch as this post gets so outdated at this link.
Hi folks. I don’t know where you are as you’re reading this, but it’s cold out here. Come, sit with me by this metaphorical fireside. Now, I’m an All-American male. I enjoy chopping down trees, smoking cigars, and the company of a variety of interesting people. So a few dozen negative degrees of windchill doesn’t faze me. But sometimes, you have to take off your scarf and ushanka, sit down by some comforting, sparking wood, and hide in the nooks and crannies of the internet. Don’t worry, I’m here to help.
So take your NyQuil shots and grab your probably ill-advised whiskey chaser, because we’re diving straight into “some interesting things you could read about, Vol. 2.”
- How one guy lost his $50,000 Twitter username.
I’m usually loathe to link to articles that are setting the blawg-o-sphere on fire, as it were, but I think the implications of this one are particularly interesting. We live in a world where “value” is this real arbitrary and fickle notion, and the idea that a lack of characters in a name has value must be jarring to some. Alas, a name like @n is a dangerous commodity: desired by all, had by few. Another great example of this is the relatively hot commodity of domain names: most of the four character or less domains got snapped up over two decades ago, in the early 90s. A particularly seedy corner of eBay will try to sell them to you, for a price. I take a particularly foolish pride in the fact that I have a five-character Facebook URL: http://www.facebook.com/skiba
- Why is it that stores like Starbucks can be mere blocks from each other?
On this week’s “article about game theory”, the often irrationally irritating notion of stores clustering together like a pack of voles. You see this everywhere, especially in cities. When I was in high school, I would occasionally make treks to downtown Chicago with my friends, and one of my favorite games was “CVS slugbug”, essentially: for every CVS Pharmacy or Walgreens you saw from the CTA before the other person, give um a good shoulder punch. Perhaps the most interesting example I’ve seen of this was in Colorado Springs, where I saw two Shell gas stations literally 500 meters from each other. Each one was on the different side of a divided city street. We are truly a lazy society, but it’s fine I guess.
- Internet Archive’s semi-complete collection of TV from 9/11/2001.
This is one of those internet finds so astounding you can’t help but let it consume you for a few solid hours. I have no idea how they did it, but Internet Archive compiled almost all of the major network’s coverage of the 9/11 terrorist attacks. I was able to go and watch the 20 minutes of TV I saw when I woke up that morning as a 4th grader(?) which was both weird and awe-inspiring. Start by clicking the “Tuesday September 11th” tab at the top of the page and go from there.
- The machine that can pretty much kill you.
I forgot how I stumbled upon this one, but the cold, technical nature of the description of this radiation therapy machine and the suffering it brought is the best kind of scary.
That’s all for this week, folks. Stay warm, stay gold, and stay frosty. In the metaphorical sense, of course.
My home was the recent subject of a MTV Cribs short. By recently, I mean “like 6 months ago”, and by “MTV Cribs” I mean almost certainly not actually MTV Cribs.
If you close your eyes it’ll almost be like you’re there! Except you’ll be missing what my apartment looks like.