suzy-q ukie fest, 2009
Alternatively, I could’ve titled this “How I’ve learned to embrace alcoholism”
I don’t think it’s a secret that I love music, so one of the ways I’ve been learning Ukie is by listening to Ukrainian music (ska/punk/rock). Listening / learning goes a little like this:
First listen: OH! I REALLY LIKE THIS BEAT!
Second listen: Wait. I think I understand that… something, something, something LOVE! Something about reading. Birds?
And so on and so forth until I feel confident in matching the sounds and can sing along.
The newest band I’ve been listening to, TIK, is one of the headliners at the Toronto Ukrainian Festival. (Which I will be attending and hopefully conversing mostly in Ukrainian. It’s good to have goals.)
Anyhoo, my first listen to “АЛКО голізм” went something like this:
OH. FUCK. Are they saying what I think they’re saying?
My second listen went like this:
OH. FUCKING. FUCK. That’s fucking catchy as fuck. Fuck.
My third listen went something like this:
Drink. Water. Alcohol. Where. Here. People. Alcoholism. Hand. Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! There is not. Alcoholic. Vodka and beer. Drink. Yes (so?). You cannot. I want to live. You need to drink. Alcoholism. Hand. Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! I do not know who is and I do not know who. No drink. Morning. Day. Soviets. Communism. Alcoholism.
OH. FUCKING. FUCK. *dies*
So. Yeah. Not only do I know more than I thought I did, but… I’ve become the walking definition of irony.
The girl whose parents both died from complications due to alcoholism’s favourite song is about drinking. With a chorus that’s basically Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!
Seeing how my translation is rudimentary at best, I think I got the wrong idea. The band’s name is an abbreviation of the Ukrainian phrase “Тверезість і культура” which means “Sobriety and Culture”, and Google (and Bing) translate also make me think my original thoughts are wrong.
Either way, give it a listen. Let me know what you think.
i love martin freeman’s partner
From time to time (especially now since hockey season is long gone), it’s easy to forget that I work in an arena.
Today, I could barely get into the parking lot because of all the trucks and tour buses.
I had to flash my staff ID at a security guard so I could get into the building.
I have no idea who the bands are that are playing tonight, but I heard their sound checks. Oh, sorry, “line checks”. The data sheet from the producer was very clear that they weren’t doing sound checks. Dunno. They sound about the same to me. Anyhoo… The acts are classified as EDM (electronic dance music, whatever the fuck THAT is), so we can’t sell alcohol. This type of music brings out the “Molly” (or X for us old farts) users, so we keep them hydrated. Lots of water located around the arena and nothing else available. Fascinating.
On Friday, we’re playing host to “The Justin Bieber of Country Music”. His show starts early and there’s a pre-show meet and greet which means that early Friday afternoon (3-ish?), shit’s going to get CRAZY.
Teen aged girls running amok in my building. Being teen aged girls.
Seriously though, I love my job like I can’t even put into words.
When I interviewed, I asked what the vacation time was like and I was told I get 365 vacation days… I seriously thought he was joking, but I love what I do and where I do it so much that every day is like a vacation day. No false advertising there!
I’m halfway through my Ukie lessons.
That’s both good and bad. I’m still struggling to learn what I feel are basic concepts (nouns, verbs, adjectives, pronouns) because they have different spellings determined by gender and case. It’s a hard language to learn, and as I’m fond of saying, the Cyrillic alphabet is adding a new level of complexity.
There’s a new all-age drum corps starting up this year. I was interested in joining it, but I cant be bothered to fill out the paperwork and send it in.
I guess that means that I’m not as interested in joining as I thought I’d be.
I’ve been thinking about starting up my work outs again, but I don’t want to pay for the trainer and I’m not going to the gym. (I’m too self-conscious and awkward to be comfortable at the gym.)
I’ve been thinking about starting fencing again, but I don’t want to compete, so what’s the point?
I looked into grad schools again.
I don’t know what I want right now…
All I know is that I’ve got a bad case of wanderlust and nowhere I really want to wander to.
accurate tag is accurate
So… I’ve had “Чорні очка” stuck in my head for what feels live 5eva. (Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.)
That’s this song, by the way.
I wanted to look up the lyrics to see if I’m understanding them correctly - and I will do a dictionary translation - but I had to see what Google Translate spit out.
And that shit is HILARIOUS.
The black point, black point as thorns
Black points as thorns, thorns like as thorns
When we be Take, Take?
Poberemsya, poberemsya Sunday,
Poberemsya Sunday, Sunday, Sunday,
I also hope to cha, hope.
There Will such come this Sunday
Will come this Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
What we will have a wedding, wedding.
Where are you mya, mya where did you lead,
Where are you mya lead, lead, lead,
How do you not have houses, do not you?
Lead cha, cha will lead into another,
Cha lead into another, into another, into another,
While his build, build.
Put the house, put the house on quinoa,
Set up house with quinoa, quinoa with with quinoa,
And someone else does not contend, not the Vedas.
Someone Else’s House, a strange house such
Someone Else’s House is such such such
As a mother in distress, distress.
How to avoid abuses as not abusing, the grumbling,
How to avoid abuses, it hums, it hums, it hums,
And yet it is not silent, silent.
I can’t wait to see what kind of luck I have with translating it!
I know ALL the words for this one… at least I can SING them. The meaning of them? Not so much.
That’s not *quite* true—I know Чорні means ‘black’.
So there’s that.
A WIN FOR THURSDAY.
I’ll take it.
this never fails to make me smile
I have no idea who I am anymore.
And for the first time in my life, I think I’m really OK with that.
Normally, I try to channel the mania when I go to Albany so that I can ensure I have a good time. It’s not always possible, and it might have more to do with being an introvert and simply having to conserve energy in order to be social, but last night? Last night was ME. Stable, grown up, me in my truest form.
I bought drinks for the first two band members who spent time with me (and before the band tab started). I would have bought for the entire band, but I never got the opportunity… and given my history with alcoholism, it’s a constant source of amazement that I spend so much time in bars, let alone encourage others to drink. So yeah, beers for all!
It was a celebration of the end of my unemployment.
It was a celebration of me finally finding the right place.
From making comments about looking at Bill’s chest instead of his face (he’s fucking tall), a really inappropriate conversation about an older woman who wasn’t wearing panties under her dress, to the LOOK On Bill’s face when all he heard was the tail end of a conversation where I said “Rape me!”, he and I had a pretty good time. I even sat on his lap at one point! I may or may not have also said I wasn’t married last night. (You know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.) He even did something completely out of character and invited me to crash at his place.
Rollz, who never ceases to surprise me, came over to me and instead of saying hi like normal, he said something like, “Hello, gorgeous.” I looked at him and was like, “WOO! An upgrade!” I guess learning piano is easier than learning the guitar, but it’s the one instrument I want to learn that I can’t. All the keys look the same - it’s a never ending sea of black and white. I was called a racist, which cracked me up, and then I listed all the instruments I played, ending with the flute. The skin flute.
Rollz, Charlie, and I were talking about how I was driving home after the show, and I said that I have a blanket and pillow in my car in case I have to crash at a rest stop. Charlie said something about being responsible and locking the car doors if I do that. Rollz suggested that I leave them unlocked and I said that I’m just going to hang a sign on the side of my car that says “Rape me!”
I met a big cuddly teddy bear who has been a friend of Annie’s forever and he told me that the ten years I have on them doesn’t make me old, it makes me superior. Because I’ve lived through things they can only read about. The only reason that even came up is because he said that he used to love R.E.M. when they were still ‘dangerous.’ (Dangerous? Really?) He remembered Monster coming out when he was in ELEMENTARY school. I was in my junior year of college, and waited outside a record store, so I could buy it at midnight. Looking at the time frame, I think he was a little confused. He would have been around what? 10 or 11? Is that still elementary school? I have no idea. At any rate, I felt SO FUCKING OLD.
I’m sorry. I felt SO FUCKING SUPERIOR.
For the first time in a very long time, it was nice to be myself… I don’t dance in small clubs where I’m visible, but I did allow myself to sing along.
I need more nights exactly like last night.