Ass-neck
7.4.2k7

I attended a group lesson in not taking oneself seriously this past Monday night with a bowl-full of people ranging in age from very young to quite oldish-looking. I bought tickets for the Rush concert and went and got some great rock-and-roll in addition to the aforementioned lesson. This came about through the Mega-band's ability to do silly things, poke fun at themselves all the while rocking the Hollywood hills. They had videos in which they dressed up in silly costumes, spoke in silly accents and even woke up in bed together. But perhaps the best was the set dressing. There were three large orange cabinets behind the Geddy Lee that at my distance I mistook for Marshall stacks or somesuch. It was only when a gal came dancing onstage wearing an apron and began tending to the orange cabinets. I turned to my brother and asked him to look through the binocs and check out what she was doing. He did, turned to me and said, "she's taking chickens out of the ovens."

Three rotisserie chicken ovens onstage ... roasting chickens. Awesome.



Tonight - Homestead.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

LOVE
7.3.2k7

It is indeed a summer laced with repeating past glories. I wrote about Phil and I repeating our 1988 drive across the desert to Phoenix. This day I will write briefly about another thing that will repeat: Witnessing live in concert Sonic Youth with guests Redd Kross! Another Phil (not the one I drove the desert with) and I saw these very same acts in 1990 in Chicago at the venerable Vic Theater. Wow. This time the show's at Hollywood's Greek Theater and Phil and I are joined by two other Phils ... neither being the Phil I drove the desert with. Get it? Fuck Barry and the giants ... the Cubbies sure did!

Tonight - The El Rio.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

Party on the Patio!

J-Po's Birthday!

Cash only bar.... cover after 9pm... so get in early!

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Blazing Saddles!
7.2.2k7

I'm finishing up a book that I have found utterly fascinating and while I don't make a habit out of reccomending books I'm compelled to do so in this case. It's called World War Z. In short, it's a collection of interviews with the survivors of a worldwide zombie pandemic. In this holocaust, many BILLIONS of people are killed, many by zombies and in turn reanimate to stalk the living themselves. Aside from my love of zombie movies, comics, stories, etc., this book's undead protagonist could very easily be replaced by a mutated avian flu outbreak or SARS or such. It explores the political, geographical, military, personal and many other points-of-view so deftly and maturely that it's easy to see the fictionalized could manifest into the real if such horrors came to be. I've dreamt of the situations described, and I think of them throughout the day. It's creepy as hell.

I've also been bringing the copies of my Wired Magazine subscription to work after I've read them and ditching them in the restrooms for folks to paw through while taking care of biz. Some asshole has taken the last five issues home with them. I'd love to publicly humiliate them.

Tonight - Club Deluxe.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

It's the burlesque gals again tonight. Five bucks gets you in.


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

Hey Baby, it's the 5th of July!!
7.1.2k7

Happy Birthday to ME! Whatever happens... I apologize.


Tonight - Doc's Clock. Meet around 8pm. Once the posse is together and adequately satiated, they will wander over to a very special eating establishment to carry on celebrating my entry into this world.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!