Beacon Frat
Tonight I hit up the Cincinnati Beacon’s newspaper release party at Club Bang. It was quite the binge drinking extravaganza celebration, and the Dean of Cincinnati may or may not have cheated on his wife in his drunken state of mind. But whatever diseases the Dean of Cincinnati wishes to bring home to his family is a private matter, not up for discussion in this blog, whether he gives his wife Chlamydia or infects his entire household with a brand new set of crabs.
Between the beer-bongs of tequila and the lines of coke off the dead hooker, fellow musician Justin Jeffres and I shared a fun-filled trip down memory lane. About 6 years ago, while I was a 19-year old snot-nosed brat at Miami University, I ran into Justin at a late night party. He was a big deal there. The people were kissing his ass - I hope he’ll carry those talents for collecting ass kissings into his new career in politics. I on the other hand, proceeded to tell Justin my honest opinion about In Sync. Or 98 Degrees. Whatever, same thing. It was my opinion, at the time, and I say at the time because I can always change my current opinion should 98 Degrees decide to re-form and include myself as a 5th member, but it was my opinion at the time that 98 Degrees had sold their souls to MTV, had no artistic integrity and that they would get charged with statutory rape every time they slept with one of their fans. Then Justin and I compared how many records we’d sold, and he won by 9 million. Perhaps some of my old idealism has since been overgrown by cynicism (as is the natural course for idealism in a realistic world), but now I just wanna sell out. Who’s buying?
Other than that, I met some cool people, including a few good council candidates whose names I won’t mention until they pay me for advertising, and a leader in sustainable/green development, which happens to be one of my pet issues. I look forward to working with all my new friends toward our common goals, and fighting with them when it’s needed to garner media attention.
