Monthly Archive for August, 2000

funny my pal jp in italy mentions ‘rage against the machine’…fro-boy just saw them play the famous reading festival on sunday past. their reputation as a great live band is well-deserved, even with some on-again off-again sound problems. the energy was as thick as the ganja smoke in the air. (note to the man: i did not partake.) i’ve been to quite a few of these things (hfs-tivals in dc, lollapaloozas, etc) and this crowd was as densely packed as any. there were times when whole sections of the pit just collapsed on itself. twenty-odd people. but everyone scrambled to help each other in good mosh-pit etiquette. i was surprised to see so many crowd surfers though. didn’t think the brits did that. after rage, the kiss-cum-wwf band, slipknot, played and rocked what remained of the place to the ground. they were fun to watch and were great at playing to the crowd. at one point they got everyone to get down on the ground and leap up when the music kicked in. should be an awesome sight(we’re talkin thousands) and they said it was filmed for a soon-to-be-released video. (man, those two bands back-to-back? what were the schedulers thinking? people were spent.) slipknot had a very loyal following, with many fans dressing as them and knowing their lyrics. so i guess not all brits are into boy bands, bad techno music, and spice girl crap. cool thing was, some slam dance circles opened up during slipknot’s set. believe it or not, a welcome relief from being ass-to-groin with somebody and having crowd surfers landing on your head. well, it’s wednesday and i’m still sore, plus i got a nasty case of what i call ‘mosh-pit disease’ all over my forearms. btw, am i the only one who gets this shit? starts as a poison-ivy kinda itching and escalates to break outs and major, painful swelling. i’ve gotten it twice before at festivals. also sad to report that my souvenir program was pretty much destroyed. damn! it was in my backpack and sweat just soaked through. and we’re in bloody england, where it was cloudy and barely 80 degrees. also had to settle for unofficial concert shirts from illegal street vendors. (sorry, pete, real ones sold out.) anyway, the show was worth it. did i mention it was huge? tons of food and merchandise booths and besides the main stage, there were four other stages plus a comedy tent. caught a great band in the dance tent called ‘manchild’. after the slipknot, placebo and stereophonics played. i left about 2/3 way through the stereophonics set only to find out that mr. tom jones made a surprise appearance and closed out the festival with his hit, “sex bomb”. i had a feeling something like that would happen. oh well, if it were radiohead, i’d really be pissed.

dyn-o-mite story CP! no way that’s real … there’s gotsta be some ‘photoshop’ enhancement of the pic, right??? this is my 1st time in here so no idea what i’m entering. believe it or not, i had quite a mane going in the 70s myself … more bobby brady from the later ‘bunch’ era, although i never had the privelege(sp?) of owning one of those cool shirts with the barefeet logo. always wanted one.

speaking of radical style, i went downtown to pay my rent yesterday and near via independenzia (aka piccolo alley – cool gaeta shopping district) there were these huge banners hanging from town hall: imposing che guevara prints, red flags with sickle&hammer, and some poster calls to action with a clenched fist. i had hoped rage against the machine was holding a fundraiser soon, but my landlord confirmed i had just missed a 3-day red festival traditionally run in august by aspiring marx brothers-in-arms nationwide.

just picked up my 1st dvds today in napoli … the matrix and jfk. don’t know if the $20 price tag will make my vhs library close its doors just yet though. oh yeah, almost proposed marriage to the girl working the omnitel desk when i went into gas up my cell phone credit … bella neapolitanas always take after their patron saint sophia loren!

-jp

i am froboywhy did i name this blog page and choose my web alias to be “fro-boy”? well, it goes a little somethin like this…

when i was a kid going to grade school in st. louis’ stix school(in the, gulp, ‘city’ school district), i was one of the few white boys there and, you know how it is, you wanna be cool and look like all the other kids. plus, maybe with a tough looking fro, lamont wouldn’t have kept stealing my lunch money. and mrs. tooley, my english teacher, would have maybe looked at me differently(i had a serious crush). i even loved and went to see every sidney poitier/bill cosby buddy picture as soon as it came out. favorite tv show: ‘good times’. and so, i’ve always wanted a fro. at one point, in junior high, i even had my mom take me for a permanent, but i ended up looking more like skreech than isaac hayes. anyway, now with the magic of photoshop and the web, i can sort of live out my life-long fantasy. still not the same as feeling the wind in my hair while driving a gto, and featuring a groovy pick, but ya gotta take what ya can.

love the fro, chris! is this your current look or rather a picture from your not so distant past? i remember wondering to myself if “hair could REALLY do that”…as if i had/have room to talk!

i’m not sure how this blog-thing works …but i think it’s cool, or is it just that i want to think i’m cool.

naso and john just walked up and i asked them who “fro boy” was…they responded with “i dunno”. i told them it was theo chris and they said “theo chris? that’s not theo chris’ hair! he looks funny, that’s a good one!”

wish you were here…lol, the ginos gang

i kinda like this blogger thing. just writing a quickie to test out my new blogger page, hosted by ‘fro-boy’. and i also wanna pass on a request for anyone who knows my dad, to give me some input on his ‘coming to america’ story. i recently updated it and it can be found here.

this is my new web log or ‘blog’ (for all the cool people). i’m hoping to use this on my web page for myself and others to post rants, raves, travel experiences, random thoughts, and other stuff. oh yeah, and for all my x-girlfriends to write and tell me how much they miss me, how great a guy i am, the ultimate loverman, how they shoulda never let me go, how the girl that gets me will be ‘so lucky’, …there ya go….i’m ranting….well, we’ll see how it goes……….