So I took an un-needed vacation. I kind of wish I moved it, just because I have a butt-ton of work to do. I think for the rest of the month I have (in no apparent order, just from the top of my head)
-Blink 182
-Limp Bizkit
-Music as a weapon tour
-Silverstein Ad Matte / Tour Art
-Oceana CD art
-New Found Glory
like I said it’s off the top of my head, I can’t really recall as I am doing this on the airplane flying back home.
Here’s a quick day to day synapse of what my trip was like.
slept on the plane.
landed at o’hare, now let me just tell you. This place needs it’s own “I survived” shirt. It’s fucking hell. Quite possibly the most stressful and yet ignorant places I have ever been to in my life. No one was helpful at all. Ughhhh
so after probably 30 mins of walking around and getting our bags, we discover where to go to get our rental car.
so we go to pick up our car, although it’s not the car I ordered online, the man assured me that I had rented a chevy cobalt. Yea no thanks. He tried talking me into a hummer and some other car, I did take him up on his dodge nitro 10 bucks a day upgrade. The car was super nice. But I am spoiled with my XB’s Large windshield to which I could see the universe out of. It was like looking out of an airplanes window on the nitro.
I don’t know if any of you have ever driven through New York City and Chicago, but let me just say. Chicago’s drivers are fucking terrible, I have never been more stressed driving anywhere in my life. In NYC, it’s like ok, I have to drive like an asshole. But here, I have to think and act like a retard. Forget using your gps after getting out of a parking garage, it takes like 10 mins for it to come back on.
Traffic is also a bitch, it’s stop and go the entire time. We landed at 6:30 and we didn’t even make it to the hotel until 8:30. I don’t even think we ate dinner. The Hotel , is amazing. Easily the nicest hotel I have ever stayed at. We walk in to soft music playing, an aquarium screen saver and our bed turned down. The view was amazing. We had a kitchen and everything. The bathroom had a shower with a tub right next to it. The mirror had a tv in it. Which I did use while taking a shower and taking my daily poo poos.
The Next day was a nightmare. We woke up and walked to the pier. Which was dead. Also, cold as hell. Even though it said it was 35 degrees, it felt like 11. It was way colder than new york. We ate breakfast at fox and obel which is like whole foods meets panera. The breakfast was all natural and really good, eggs benedict and garlic potatoes with one of the most natural tasting hot chocolates I had ever drank. Really good. Shitty thing is, there’s only one of these in existence.
We walked back to the hotel and put on more layers. Then headed out to the Photography museum, which was another let down. It was a small room with pictures of hotel furniture arranged all weird and upstairs exhibited pictures of contorted old men with their wangs out. AWESOME.
We left after maybe 5 mins. Headed over to the famous bean and hung out there for a few minutes and watched people ice skating. There was no way I was going to attempt it and fail miserably at life. I’m one of those people who gives up and goes ape shit when I cant get something done. There was this guy there who was weaving in and out of little kids and skid stopping like he was an NHL player. Way to spend your afternoons “BRO”…
We walked back to the hotel, warmed up and figured out where we were going to eat, We checked out big bowl, which was extremely good. Fast service and it was one of the best dishes I had had. I have no idea why my girlfriend or anyone for that matter likes PF changs. I’d rather have the cheap shit, tastes better and isn’t raping my wallet. This place was way better.
After dinner we went to MORE cupcakes. Which was super awesome. They just have a little space and has their cupcakes on clear shelves for the picking. Lots of options. Luckily the owner was there to help us choose. She even gave us mini cupcakes of red velvet and margarita, which ruled.
We went with the black and white and chocolate hazelnut. Super good.
afterwards we went to see the new friday film in the trashiest most ghetto theatres ever. I mean EVER. as far as the movie. Meh, i’ll go ahead and warn you of spoilers now. Hey guys, remember all those murders, but dude, they have some killer weed growing that apparently if cops had explored and investigated these murders they would have found this so called amazing pot.
The death scenes to follow were awesome, but I think the sleeping bag one was a little too smart for someone who is deformed and retarded. I guess while at camp he learned how to tie the perfect knot and shoot the perfect arrow. How the fuck did he get her on the tree? There is physically no way 1 man can do so, throw the rope over the branch and hold her in the bag with the other hand? there’s just no way, but it was an awesome scene none the less. Now back to this weed, the guy who was in charge of this operation had heard these stories, but still decides to continue the quest? 6 week later a new group of kids staying in a rich boy’s house. Now, let me ask you, tons of incidents, missing people and yet a snobby rich family is going to continue to keep this house, let alone let their son use it for the weekend? Are you kidding me? After all these incidences, why haven’t the authorities done something, blocked off the roads, warned people, signs, something? Especially that there’s an old lady who knows Clay’s sister is missing, sorry dead. Why fucking live there? Makes no sense!
Let’s get to another local who jason decides to kill for no reason and he’s just now getting to it? Oh and here’s the mask! forget that 30 minutes later in a tool shed that just so happens to have sporting equipment in which holds a death scene as the origin of the mask, I mean you’ve gone this long without making sense, let’s just keep going.
The movie had it’s moments, I’ll probably even buy it. But believe me, it’s not all that great. You can’t give me this well all the other movies were bad bullshit, it was the 70’s and 80’s. I don’t think they’re were any films that really had any thought put into it. This was a reinventing a rebirth, and it ended up being a joke and not scary at all.
The next day was vday, and we went and had breakfast at handlebar, a suggestion from my friend horsebites. The place had a great environment, and just as he suggested I ordered the biscuits and gravy, to which he said it would do something to my dick, I cant remember what he said, it might have been, murder my dick or something, ha. It did however murder my stomach. I’m a good ol’ fashioned southern white sausage gravy kind of guy, this looked more like an old biscuit covered up with baby’s peas and carrots vomit topped with scallions. I ate it, and it wasnt that bad. But the place rules for the atmosphere
We then headed to the Lincoln Park Zoo, which was surprisingly free.
Then walked to Clark st where we went to a puppy store, got coffee and checked out their Urban Outfitters, which was one of the nicest I had been to. Me being the cupcake fanatic we went to Molly’s Cupcakes which line was out the door.
For dinner we went to su casa, and it was amazing. No complaints.
Now there’s something I forgot to mention about the day before VDAY. As my girlfriend and I were watching tv, I heard weird ass noises. I was like, “Is that a fucking baby crying?” I muted the TV and it was a dude moaning. Now I was shocked and my GF felt sick. I went to listen by the door. To hear 2 if not more sets of dudes moaning. Followed by a chic who had a smoker’s voice cheering on ” yeaaaa fuck that ass” Why do I think they’re was 2 guys in that room? “I’m going to fuck his fucking ass and shoot in his mouth” were the next verifying words to come out of their mouths. I immediately got my camera and recorded the nastiness, not for my sick reasons, but who the hell was going to believe me?
I ran over and rang their doorbell and they still kept going. It was the loudest shit ever. I mean seriously.
The next morning we were woken up at 8am, so sounds of what sounded like a gorilla being furiously beaten by a wiffle bat.
That night we thought we were in the clear, and it was only some 1 time bang fest. WRONG. 2am rolls around and guess who back? Primate Pussy and His Gorilla cock.
then again at 6am, and again at 8am. It was awful. The next morning we were woken up again I was so pissed I recorded it again, cuz the man sounded like a fucking bitch. I swore I heard chains and leather. I was then proven right when I heard and yes recorded ” I FUCKING WORSHIP YOU MY MISTRESSSSSS, AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
some disturbing ass shit. You would think for staying at the trump tower king suite they would have some decent walls. Mr. Trump You’re Fired. Good news is, if someone wanted to murder me, the neighbors could hear.
The next day was complete shit, We went to The original pancake house, which we visited when we were in buffalo. We waited 30 mins in the most jam packed cluster fuck known to man. I felt violated 90% of the time. We then went to the Museum of Science and Industry, which was complete garbage as well. It was if the city of Chicago cleaned out their attics and basements and threw together exhibits
I wanted to try out another place that Horsebites suggested, Kuma’s Corner which had burgers named after metal bands. Once we arrived, it was worse jam packed than the pancake house. Finally someone came and asked us how many, “2” ok it’s going to be an hour and 55 min wait, I was like “SERIOUSLY, what if we got it to go?” that will be an hour , I was like fuck this, fuck this city.
I then ordered a pizza to the room, gino’s 2 toppings, and 2 cans of soda, 40 fucking dollars. JESUS CHRIST.
as if the 92 bucks for 15 hours of parking at the hotel (200+ dollars over the span of the entire stay)
this place fucking SUCKS. I never wish going to that city for a vacation to anyone. If you really want to get back at your best friend for fucking your sister, send him to Chicago and teach that fucker a lesson, because it’s terrible.
The best thing about the passed week was the release of my new line. Which I am completely stoked on. It’s easily the strongest of all my lines. I worked with some new people and took some great shots with my friend Adam Elmakias. I am very proud of this line and I thought it was going to set me apart from a few lines out there, But in comes American Slasher. A new brand ready to emerge and guess what, it’s identical to what direction I was taking my company. Not to sound like a bitch or anything. But what now? What is someone like me going to do? It’s bad enough that a lot of lines use the same people. Doing the same things. I feel like now I have to constantly check up on brands and designers because I don’t want to be like anyone else. It’s a case of hey said designer can you show me what you’re doing for this brand? Well fuck I was going to ask you to do something like that but nevermind. The point of having a brand in my opinion is to do something different. Doing something someone else is already doing make’s you look like a wannabe or a rip off. When someone innovates a certain theme or style and someone is familiar with my stuff, you’re going to get associated with that kind of vibe, at least I think so.
Now I have to figure out what I’m going to do to stand out. I shouldn’t have to, but with clothing line’s being created by the minute I guess I have to, I even thought about stopping Electric Zombie and either starting something new, or just worry about work and freelance and say screw it.
It’s a pretty big let down, sure I sound like a cry baby, but I’ve worked so hard to get a certain look and theme going, just to be duplicated. These other brands have help and 90% of them don’t even design them themselves. They just browse who’s hot, who’s getting the attention and bam, you all of a sudden have a line. The future of my company is really going to depend on the next few months. So look out bands and brands! I might be bugging you for way more work soon!
Expect pics and video in the next few days!