Jan 18, 2008

"late last night when we were all in bed"

Prarie Dog was stimulating, two hot shit lead singer/banjo playing rocker girls breaking hearts. i called dibs on the banjo player on the left, Tory called dibs on the guitar slinger-singer on the right...10 mintues later i wished i called dibs on the lead singer. hot. they were also really good, like the love child of Cat Power and Beth Gibbons good, lot's of spunk tempered by a subdued sense of gloom.

The Blank Tapes reminded me of puberty. their lead singer looked a little like Dan Pussey! or the guy who played the homocidal un-dead cop/dad in Pet Cemetary 2. but maybe they were having an off night.

Band Of Annuals went on WAY to late for a Thursday night, my brother and Emma had to bounce, Roxy and i bounced mid set...but per usual they were amazing, their lead singer looks like a cross between Vincent Gallo and Rivers Cuomo...

Amnesia, the venue, looked like a horror movie, in a good way...like a cross between Hell House and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, like a cross between Vincent Prince and Ed Gein...couldn't tell if those were Prayer Flags or animal pelts streamed above the stage...it helped that the only lighting was red-bulb lighting...it didn't help that it was a fucking beer/wine/san gria/soju bar...yuk. Roxy and i travelled to Boston, MA (aka The Phoenix, next door) for a hard drink...The Phoenix is like TGI Friday's or Appleby's, everyone there wearing those pre-fab beat up Red Sux hats, the girls sporting those velour "Juicy" track suits and patent heels, g.r.o.s.s....the people there worry me, i got worried by the people there. and then i stood in front of a locked utility closet for 5 minutes thinking it was the men's bathroom...i had my whiskey shot and fled.

i'm really tired right now, i'm listening to Elusive and Josh Koslow and it's putting me to sleep. heavy beats, slow trumpet = Little Nemo. i'm waiting for the EDD dudes to call and badger me about my finances. speaking of EDD, you know anybody who's hiring? i'm thinking of looking at Copy Writing positions. i have some experience, i edited (re wrote) the Calendar section, the events section and the celebrity philanthropy (hi Robin Williams, hi George Lucas!) sections for Benefit Magazine. i'm fucking good. i also wrote copy for products like biodegradable lipstick containers, Jessica Simpson is a fan! no shit, i'm good at copy...my managing editor at Benefit, no not Ruby Rippy-Tourk (who i used to flirt with on a daily until Gavin Newsom salted my game), said i had a knack for making things "sexy..."...i'm hella good at "sexy" people. hire me for my sexiness. i'm also a really really good kisser. hire me for my lip skills.

fuck, i think i'm delerious, i'm on 4 hours sleep and a lot of drinks and maybe 4 good games of pool at Waizema (best bar in the W.E./NoPa ad infinitum)...i should go before i embarass myself.

poet's theater tonight, i hear dudes are going to get naked, dudes i'm friends with, not sure how i feel about that.

i'm going away for now.
xo,
j

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