What quality or trait do you share with your mom?
What do you share with your dad?
What quality or trait do you share with your mom?
What do you share with your dad?
You said you weren't picked before to do this because you are boring. You aren't boring. Stop thinking that.
Arcade Fire - Sir Richard Bishop, Bill Orcutt - Spoon - Paul McCartney - Steve Gunn - Beserktown Fest - Slint - Sleep - Swans - Owen Pallett - Neutral Milk Hotel - Chris Thile & Edgar Meyer - Bobby Bradford Quartet - Matana Roberts - Wadada Leo Smith, Anthony Braxton - Thurston Moore, Sebadoh - Songs for Unseen Warhol Films - Ben Frost, Tim Hecker, Pete Swanson - Ryoji Ikeda - Slowdive - A Winged Victory for the Sullen - John Zorn Marathon
My dad and I are both generous, but spiteful. Rarely do we forgive, and we never forget. We're happy to help and share, but you're in for some shit if you cross us and/or don't appreciate our generosity. And we both have explosive tempers. You've all been warned.
What was your most memorable experience with a drug if you had to choose one, excluding your previous story [which was excellent btw]?
Where would you like to have your next memorable experience?
Modern countries? Mexico. Pre-history to Spanish = interesting and awesome. Spanish congest to today = booooring. No thanks. I don't think even Mexican nationals give a shit about Mexican history.
One of my most memorable drug experiences was the first time I took the high-grade DXM my friend and I had purchased from the internet in 1998. I forget how much I took but it was enough to totally disassociate from my physical and emotional being. I spent the whole night outside of my body, seeing myself walk around and talk to people. At one point I donned an American flag topat and co-founded the George Washington International Breakdancing Team. Yes, there was much breakdancing. That's about all I remember. Good times.
Single most memorable drug moment is the time I took mescaline while researching the Gram Parsons memorial at Cap Rock in Joshua Tree. After conducting interviews (read: smoking weed with pilgrims to the site) I decided to head home just before sunset. Driving out of the park with my windows down, I was smoking a joint and listening to "Cry One More Time" and there came a moment of sublime bliss. No cars ahead of me or behind me, just mescaline, the wind, music, setting sun, and thousands and thousands of Joshua Trees as far as I could see. One of my happiest moments ever, not just drug-happy.
I'd like to have my next memorable drug experience happen wherever it happens. Make sense? Great experiences cannot be planned or wished for, they simply happen. I think it's stupid when people are like, "Let's to the woods and drop acid" or, "let's go to*blank* and do *blank*." Fucking stupid; just take drugs and have fun. The best trips are never planned.
Greghead, what is the thing that you are second most ashamed of related to yourself and choices you have made?
Greghead, what is the thing that you are second most proud of related to yourself and choices you have made?
Have you ever owned one of these shirts:
I don't know. Can we just do the Jersey Shore cast and call it a day?
Best luck in the conventional sense was when I threw double-six my first time playing craps. We arrived in Laughlin around 6:15 after driving all night from Phoenix specifically to play craps. At Harrah's we meet Lowell. Lowell is in his early-70s and he's rolling the craps table at 7 AM. Lowell and the dealers are ironing out the details of the game for me while I start hitting big rolls. Lowell puts $25 on 12, fucking 20-to-1 odds. *roll* double fucking six. I made that old fucker a lot of money, felt cool. Later that night we cleaned $300 out of a $1 craps table in 45 minutes. Laughlin is the place for craps.
Hmmm. Honestly, I felt pretty proud the first time I could legitimately take my parents out and not have it be an awkward financial burden. I felt like a small measure of adulthood had been accomplished.
Ok, Greghead. My question to you will be the one I ask of everyone.
Please describe for your fans your most perfect day. As many details as possible. Start from the moment you awaken to the moment you fall into bed.
Ready, set, GO!
My perfect day is one where I'm traveling in Western Europe. Switzerland or the Netherlands. I wake up around 10 and head out for some tea and light breakfast with friends, family, and Jennie. Black teach with a bit of honey and cream. Pastries. Do a bit of sightseeing that actually consists of walks to and from pubs. We find an open-air market and we spend an hour or two going from stall to stall, haggling and talking but never really buying anything. We run across some Germans and they share some good hash with me (unless, of course, we're in Amsterdam, then I'll just buy my own hash). Feeling a little loose, we start thinking of a late lunch. Head to a cafe for small plates a couple bottles of wine. My family decides they're tired and they head back to their hotel, while my friends and I continue drinking wine well into the evening. Finally breaking from wine around 9 or 10, we grab some quick street food (maybe shawarma?) and head to a club for some music and dancing. More drinks now; Jack & water, on the rocks. Lots of those. Puking in a gutter around 3 AM, netsled into bed by 4:30. Don't ask me about tomorrow, it's not going to feel good.
My perfect day starts at home. Jennie and I wake up together around 9 or 10 and engage in a couple rounds of rowdy sex. Morning/afternoon sex is the best, hottest sex. Night sex is tired and less interesting. After a couple sessions she finishes me off with a handie or a blowie in the front of the mirror (I like to watch) and then we get on with our day. Breakfast. Fuck making food, let's go to Stacks and get some pancakes. It's a beautiful day in the city, so we take some time to walk around Hayes Valley before realizing we need to take advantage of the nice weather and get to the beach. On the way home, however, we stop by Grooves, Groove Merchant, and Ameoba, where I finally find Highway 61 Revisited in mono, and it's only $7. Score of the century. After getting home we walk from our house to the beach and spend an hour or two collecting sand dollars, petting dogs, and playing frisbee. We count the number of throws in a row without drops, and today we smash our current record of 63 and get all the way up to triple-digits. Success. After the beach we enjoy a hot shower where we may or may not grope each other inappropriately. Fucking dinnertime, son. We have a feast. Pork chops, stuffed & breaded, mashed sweet potatoes topped with applewood bacon, grilled corn on the cob, and buttermilk biscuits. After dinner, Jennie goes to bed and I stay up repeatedly playing my new Dylan record on my headphones. Around 2 AM I crawl into bed and sleep well.
What word in the English language do you find most disgusting when you say it?
Do you have a story of any points of interest in the city that has a sentimental memory to you?
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
Greghead, what one concert would you be willing to pay the most to attend, and how much would you pay? Please specify the headlining musician/band, opening act, venue, date and time, as well as if they will be playing from one specific album or if they would play a variety of selections. (Reunions are allowed, but all musicians must still be alive.)
A baby is on fire! Quickly put it out! You have the following objects around you, which do you use:
1) A stack of newspapers.
2) Oily rags.
3) A bat.
4) A container of bleach.
5) A space blanket.
6) You disregard everything and roll and tumble with the baby, even though rusty nails will pierce several places in your buttocks and stomach, and will probably cause you to lose your own life.
7) No one is around, so you could always use the "What baby?" excuse.
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Dang I would have jacked you fools.
Ha, I was lost, not incapacitated. I could have very easily asked how to get back Stazione Termini if there had been anyone to ask. Metro opened at 5 and I took a train home. No sweat. I just fucking hate the Colosseum now.
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July 29 - Boris
August 1 - Black Label Society
August 14 - Nine Inch Nails/Soundgarden/DEP
August 27 - Röyksopp & Robyn
August 30 - Sleep
August 31 - Sleep
September 5 - Seth Troxler
September 14 - Lily Allen
September 16 - Earth
September 20 - Skeletonwitch
September 21 - Nails
October 3-5 - Austin City Limits
October 10 - Bonobo
October 12 - Austin City Limits: Day 3
October 23 - 26 - Housecore Horror Metal Festival
November 7-9 - Fun Fun Fun Fest
November 23 - Caribou
The Rolling Stones
*Honorable Mentions: Sam Cooke, The Kinks, James Brown, Notorious BIG, Neil Young, Elvis Costello, Gram Parsons, Grateful Dead
* My music fest would be laid out & executed like Coachella 2008, with a lineup closer to that of Hardly Strictly Bluegrass. Much lighter on EDM and all the shitty electro indie pop that's popular now. Basically, Coachella without all the shitty music.
My favorite Hank Williams song, or favorite song ever? My favorite Hank Williams is "Long Gone Lonesome Blues."
Ha. Oddly enough, my dad and I actually have made individual funeral playlists for ourselves. My plan for my funeral is very specific actually. Personally, I don't care about the funeral, you all can do whatever the fuck you want; I'm not going to be there. What I want is for all my friends and family to get together for a party and collectively listen to my death mix and have a good time telling awesome Greg stories. No invitations, all the folks who are supposed to be there will know to show up without any prompting or inviting. Drinks are on me. In fact, I'm already saving for the open bar. I'll post the tracklist in a bit.
Black Forest is the only acceptable subsitute for Haribo. So good.
I don't make them hug so much as I perform Frankenstein surgery on them. Who doesn't want a gummy with a green head, white & red split torso, or yellow feet? Delicious.