So here where are brehs.
Outkast was really fukking good tonight. Though I witnessed firsthand legitimate real to life white people who literally only knew "Hey Ya". I was sitting in line for a beer and started to chat up several blonde babes and asked them if they were excited for Outkast. I asked them what their favorite song was and they gave me the honest to god
And I sat there like, "So...maybe Hey Ya? :avbehh:"
And they were like "Oh yeah
"
And then I criticized them for being beneficiaries of nepotism and not really doing much with their lives.
Outkast though, the actual show, I thought was gonna be shyte. But in between their set for Coachella and I guess Gov Ball they really cleaned it up and put on a damn good show. I've damn near lost my voice because I was screaming all the lyrics to their songs throughout the entire concert.
Also, before Outkast, caught Le Roux and she was lip synching her entire concert
And she had mad people at her concert
but regardless, I was drunk and was feeling her lip synching/straight cd quality performance.
Brooklyn is brilliant and sort of bizarre/a joke at the same time. It's lovely seeing a large conglomeration of people roughly my age or exactly my age in one concentrated area. If I lived here, you brehs would likely never hear from me. I would be too preoccupied with women and partying to ever do anything. Luckily, I have no discernible skills and/or rich parents to ever present the opportunity to ever move out here so, these glimmers is what I must be content with.
I was walking around with my friend the other day and was ruminating on the bustling streets of Bedford and Williamsburg in general and was wondering what everyone does here. I was thinking that not everyone has a lucrative job to keep them afloat here. There's too many, on the surface, shiftless ass nikkas here. Plus with BK I feel like it's gotta be one area where there is the largest concentration of self-proclaimed writers here. Every time I am skimming on Twitter or random publications, there is always a writer that says they are a writer living Brooklyn. Which is funny. And these writers are always insufferably pretentious. Brooklyn, Williamsburg in general is not so much a pseuds corner, but a pseuds headquarters. Mediocre writers teeming out of every crevice in the fukking city here.
Plus, I think I have not been making too many friends. On the way back to where I am staying I confronted a lesbian couple and asked if they knew the show Girls and where I could attend a Brooklyn warehouse party. They seemed legitimately offended :ffs:
Though, on the other hand, I do love how Brooklyn is really like a scene out of Girls. Mainly because it's a good show, and because it's funny that the show lampoons Brooklyn to such an admirable accuracy. If anything, this trip has made me love Girls in the long run
Tomorrow though, Chance, Disclosure, Childish, and The Strokes
Really interesting way of describing it. The parallels are there.