Comments on: Clapping My Hands and Saying Yeah

By: El Oso, El Moreno, and El Abogado » Blog Archive » Hector Enrique Calderon Contreras

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 00:09:48 +0000

[...] I’ve written all this in my paper journal: a journal I hardly ever use because most of my entries were typed into my computer. The first page in here was written on my last day in San Diego. It’s full of happiness and optimism for the exploration and mystery that laid ahead. I can’t believe all that has happened in the two months since that entry. A friend of mine recently wrote me an email saying he missed this guy. I miss him too. I miss the guy playing drums on the steering wheel and singing out loud. I miss the guy doing the running man in a Hollywood club while wearing a dress. I have a feeling he’s just around the corner. [...]

By: abogado

abogado — Thu, 25 Aug 2005 16:57:03 +0000

Any time Matt tells a good story I’m inclined to have a smile on my face, but that airplane toilet thing was killing me. The mental picture of some poor old woman getting smacked on the head by a frozen-shit asteroid was just too much to bear.

Rather than kicking, you should have smacked those girls over their heads with a banana. I told you that shirt was gay — wear it with pride.

By: cindylu

cindylu — Thu, 18 Aug 2005 02:02:06 +0000

Oso, I just realized that Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah will be doing a free show at UCLA.

By: oso

oso — Thu, 18 Aug 2005 00:31:39 +0000

EM,

I was dispensing “yeahs” – I thought I made that clear?

EMC,

I’ve found bicycles also work well, though it’s harder to clap your hands.

Beckie,

Yes it is.

HP,

Thanks – my hippie-environmentalist heart will now be at ease as I take dumps 35,000 feet over the Pacific.

Cindylu,

I think Ozo will have to do some serious lifting before he get close to fitting the smallest size they have. I definitely shoulda kicked them … somehow that escaped me.

Chris,

I feel you about the Tragically Hip link. You can hear a lot of influences is all the songs. I agree with the “decent” rating – but it does make for fun drumming on the steering wheel.

By: cindylu

cindylu — Wed, 17 Aug 2005 05:18:58 +0000

Oh man, Oso. I think Isa (the roommate) might have wondered what the hell I was laughing at. If you don’t want your banana lover tshirt anymore, can I have it? Or do you know where I can find one that would fit a little stuffed monkey? He likes bananas too.

I would have kicked the giggling drunken girls for touching my camera and erasing the pictures.

By: Beckie

Beckie — Tue, 16 Aug 2005 15:16:15 +0000

It’s called exstacy for a reason….

By: EMC

EMC — Tue, 16 Aug 2005 13:50:21 +0000

Since my car broke down I haven’t been able to clap me hands and say ‘yeah. But you know, when you’re in that state and it seems the world outside your car is clappin’ and sayin’ yeah too, you’re like in this harmony. The song that’s been doing it for me is an old Heiroglyphics tune, and although, I’ve been walking everywhere for nearly half of the summer, I have to raise my hands, my palms stretched outward, and doing at rat-tat-tat-tat hand-like motion as I rap, “Life is a blast when you know what you’re doin’, best to know what you’re doin’ ‘fore your life get ruined. Life is a thrill when your skill is developed If you ain’t got a skill or trade, then shut the hell up!”

By: elenamary

elenamary — Tue, 16 Aug 2005 11:30:56 +0000

Beyond good because 15 minutes into my ride and I was bouncing around in my seat like a pez dispenser.

What were you dispensing while bounching?