>> ^schmawy:
Hands with metallic stink from tokens, Sticky carpets, popcorn smell. Hot high-haired girls who almost never came in to the neon cave.
Ant, I'll challenge you to Joust for 10 tokens.


OK, but I suck at that game and never crazy about it! How about Marble Madness?

Hands with metallic stink from tokens, Sticky carpets, popcorn smell. Hot high-haired girls who almost never came in to the neon cave.

Ant, I'll challenge you to Joust for 10 tokens.

a long time coming if you ask me. their last album Neon Golden came out way back in '02.

Lyrics:

Una explocion
y pierdo la cabeza
me e vuelto de neon
conspiracion
date media vuelta
muestrame tu ambicion

Contradiccion
yo no se perder
si ganar y tener
nada mas que ver

Recicnacion
no te has dado cuenta
pero aqui mando yo

Algo
fugaz
y un tanto artificial
como un flash
electrico
que te puede
matar

Interaccion
pero no tan cerca
ya se decir que no
satifaccion

eso yo ni muerta
sola se esta mejor

intromicion
dime que hay que hacer
para dar y no ser
parte y tambien juez
dislocacion
abreme la puerta
dejame ser quien soy

Algo
fugaz
y un tanto artificial
como un flash
electrico
que te puede
matar

Algo
fugaz
y un tanto artificial
como un flash
electrico
que te puede
matar

Algo
fugaz
y un tanto artificial
como flash
elecrtico
que te puede
matar

Algo
fugaz
y un tanto artificial
como un flash

>> ^critttter:
OK, I love their music, but they were arrogant and rude to whoever was in that elevator.


Dude, have you ever tried to perform live music? I'm the biggest ass on the PLANET when the show needs to start. Maybe some musicians are chill and humble, but I don't listen to them.

Plus, don't forget they were in Paris where this time of behaviour is to be expected.

Original source - http://www.blogotheque.net/Arcade-Fire

Some background on this glorious *rocknroll *bravo session:

"Win Butler had to slouch a little to fit into the freight elevator. He went directly to the back, leaned against the iron door, turned around, and taking a look at the grudging space, asked us: «Think we can all go back now?» Then he smiled a smile that a kid would give, so pure and honest like he had just found his hiding place. in Butler smiled, and five weeks of work seemed to crumble before us.

During those weeks I had been in continual contact with Vincent Morisset, who runs the Neon Bible site. Win and Régine had been responsible for coordinated our Take Away Show. We had discussed dates and places, imagining the Madeleine at night, the knoll at the Île de la Cité, an old café, a roundabout behind the Olympia...We checked the weather every day, put to despair by the cold front that’s passing through Paris. We had surveyed the entire inhumane neighborhood from top to bottom, trying to anticipate the crowd, the will power of the group, the cold, and the fatigue. Then suddenly we had a plan. Win asked if there was a freight elevator. We found it, he smiled, and the Take Away Show was no longer in our hands."


Some more after the cut:


We knew that the Take Away Show with Arcade Fire wouldn’t be like the others. The project was born for them because they’re of a different kind, a different essence. We had spent the afternoon with them and suddenly we realized, in a flashing instant, that «yes, this group is different.».

We had been playing the role of outsider the entire day, like a foreign body that latches onto the daily grind of these magnificent musicians. We had to adapt, through astonishment and wonder, as the band took up their tools and started to play. But Arcade Fire didn’t take us as outsiders. It seemed to unfold naturally: we entered into their logic, as they awaited us and eventually swallowed us up. It was now Win Butler’s Take Away Show, and we followed.

It was too cold to play outside after the show, so we initially thought about playing in the entrance hall during Electralane’s performance, but the Olympia didn’t allow it. All we had left was the freight elevator, and we had to do a little convincing to make it happen. On the other side of the elevator there was a door that would lead us into the concert hall. They could go back to the pit in the Olympia by exiting through there, and then re-exit through the door near the stage. Win wasn’t so hot on the plan...the venue was a little too big and it the whole thing sounded complicated. It took us about 20 minutes to convince him, not knowing at all what was waiting for us at the other end of this crazy idea. Win went back to tell Richard and Will to follow him to the elevator, with everyone asking when to play, or whether this was going to happen before or after the show. It’s going to be before. Régine was the only one who thought differently and there were a couple seconds of exchanging furious looks, which immediately settled and eased into resolution. The big guy won, and everyone went back to reconfigure the set-list.

Arcade Fire is a unique group. Everyone’s split up during the day, managing and wandering through his/her own affaires in the dressing rooms and corridors. No one seems to move about as much as Win, who manages everything, knows everything, watches everything, and hears everything. Afterwards, as show time approaches, everyone slowly comes together again, each still folded into him/herself. A couple notes sound from a bugle, Régina taps on a box, Jérémy amuses himself with a drum, and Tim does a little Monty Python dance. A mobile cacophony, a music that takes form, several people coming together, and some random and various snippets of songs to come. Everyone is concentrating alone, but at the same time following a trace towards the group’s uncanny unity. As the orchestra tuned and grew powerfully aligned, we started towards the elevator.

The rest waits on film. We all bunched into the elevator, and I took my position at Richard’s feet. They started off with an enchanting version of «Neon Bible» and then door opened, allowing us to approach and penetrate the massive torrent of fans. I didn’t think about anything more. I was taken by the fervor, watching Vincent Moon with his camera, screaming in silence, and thinking over and over again:

«We did it. Shit, we really did it!»


Amazing. I dare you not to feel *happy watching this bit of *shortfilms.

Hey hey, glad to see the http://www.videosift.com/video/Arcade-Fire-Elevator-Session-Neon-Bible-and-Wake-Up sift!

Higher quality vid is up at http://www.blogotheque.net/Arcade-Fire if you want to swap it out (higher quality)

"The (unfortunately, largely forgotten and still extremely under-appreciated) Serbian inventor, genius, and true scientist Dr. Nikola Tesla invented the fluorescent light bulb (as well as Neon lighting and several other lighting inventions). At the time, his invention was largely ignored. In fact his fluorescent light bulbs were vastly superior than the ones we have now: they were far more energy efficient due to the lack of ballast transformers and capacitors, they needed no starter capacitor, and lasted literally forever as there was no filament necessary and nothing was consumed. Tesla is however better known for his monumental invention of AC current generators, motors and energy transmission systems - which to this day still power the entire civilized world in exactly the same way. As with almost all Tesla's inventions, his fluorescent bulb was brilliant in its simplicity, durability and efficiency, as well as easy to produce. Tesla also invented numerous improvements on the common (and extremely inefficient) incandescent light bulb for which Edison commonly is credited, although even that is disputed - Edison clearly could not stand in the shadow of the likes of Tesla and Edison is known to have shrewdly taken credit for many inventions he in fact did not produce himself."

Kinda makes you think doesnt it?

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My guess is that he is using neon or some similar gas.

>> ^arvana:
What I don't understand is how they created a plasma arc in open air. I thought it could only be done in a highly ionized atmosphere and/or partial vacuum....

I believe this is high voltage arc's not a non-stop plasma arc (as in neon tube). They are making and breaking the high voltage arcs in the kHz so you cannot tell. Also it appears to be 2kV and 2Amps?

Wish this drug was available when I was younger and in a more free mindset. I always liked sharing trip stories with friends, ahh what the hell here's my favorite. So it was my first time. Me and 4 friends dropped 2 hits of flying pyramid acid each. Fast foreward to my peak. We all wanted to smoke a cigarette so we meander on my cousins/babysitters second story balcony. It was late april, and the trees were just starting to bud. So I'm sitting there smoking a cigarette and watching the branches on the trees dance like spaggetti as if they were propelled by the ocean current. Then the buds of the trees acted as little points like a connect the dot drawings. What my mind formed was a neon green tryanasouras. He wasn't realistic, just an outlined shape. at first the image was just a profile. All of the sudden he turned his head and looked directly at me. He craned his neck and head towards me slowly, opened is mouth and as his teeth went beyond my perefrial vision i felt his warm breath. (probably just a breeze). Then he was gone. I snapped out of it when my friend noticed I had dropped my cigarette, and asked if I was okay. I laughed for the next minute or so. There are very few moments in life that I wish I could relive, that trip was one.

And now all toy guns have to be neon pink so real cops don't shoot down kids playing cops and robbers.

Hell I remember playing down by the bayou by my house when I was a kid. Some nosy, paranoid, and obviously legally blind neighbor called the cops and told them we had guns and were shooting things. Next thing my friend I know is there's a bunch of cops creeping around trying to circle us, until one cautiously comes out and asks where our guns were. Explained we had no guns, he told us about the neighbor, and asked what we had. We said stick, and I showed him the one I was quite plainly carrying. They seemed satisfied at that, but told us not to play around the bayou (as if, that was one of the best places to play as a kid). I shudder to think what would have happened if we had realistic looking plastic guns.

...and that concludes my trip down memory lane.

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Ace, apparently you couldn't wait for weed--or a neon host of other substances-- to be legalized. Good luck and chog bless.

>> ^Thylan:
>> ^cheesemoo:
Wait, can we even have animated avatars? That would open up a new realm of possibilites... but I've never seen anyone with an animated avatar here.

there are GOOD reasons for that.


Oh my yes... I'd probably have like a techno-cow with a background flashing between bright red, yellow, neon green, white, and black, at the maximum possible frame rate. Just to score some siezures.

Not really. Actually I rather like my peaceful cow. Look at 'er, just standin' in the field, chewin' grass, standing... chewing... ah hell, gimme a techno-cow.