so, my show review- fight fight fight (aka jack burton (aka jack burton aka)) played a great 5 minute set. handsome matt smith verified his former boy status by stomping around in an unprecedented manner, and giving it his all all the way. bad personalities played all their hits- they wicked rule. terribles made me proud, and played “pet sematary” to boot, with matt zacharino (sp?) filling in for mike leslie on the bassotar. wind up bird played admonition-esque guitar delay non-improv with trombone and pedal steel. cancer conspiracy pulled out some jams and arab on radar was unpleasant. but that’s their shtick, right? it made me want to leave, so i did. i liked them when i saw them before, because i was far away. up close, it’s like watching a circle jerk and being despised. and if that expresses your worldview, well, i’m sorry. if it doesn’t, you’re wasting your time. after the show was a great dance party at which yonni was the king of the night, first by creating a rad two-part mix tape (america under attack and america strikes back), and then by dancing like nobody’s dirty business, and then by telling off some lame crasher.
sunday i met not my biggest fan (that would be nicholas reville, who i’ve clearly met), but definitely a big fan indeed, who bought (or possibly stole) me a very nice greeting card, in addition to grabbing onto my arm and not letting go for a very long but not unpleasant time. hi lizzie. i can’t marry you- it’s like i always say- i’m married to the sea.
tonight i’m riding my bike to the home for wayward boys in fitchburg. after toying with the idea of halloweening as pleasure princible-era gary numan, i decided, after purchasing a double-breasted suit, that without altering it (for which i have neither the time nor ability right now) i look too much like a yuppie. so i have a back-up (floating baby). i warn you- once i properly fit this gary numan suit, and apply gary numan eyeliner, i will be irresistable. you may try- you will fail. we’ll laugh about it later.
