"So, are we fantastic or what?"

Last night's show was incredible. Shows I go to (or play, for that matter) do not usually warrant a written review, but the performance last night was great, and I'm feeling a bit pompous anyway. So here goes:

Ambulette
Arrived late and only got to see their last song. Good from what I could tell though. I had never heard them before, and I was happy to see the evening's opener could hold their own, especially with such a diminutive little female singer. She could belt out the tones though. She even drowned out the drummer at one point.

Ours
Awesome. Just awesome. During their opening song they had the whole crowd clapping along to an offbeat snare line the drummer was playing. The songs were performed with much more gusto than on their albums, and it made the performance sound that much more grandiose. Herr Gnecco (the title quote is his) was on point, of course, and his voice was astounding. Whisper soft to flourishing screams, ocean-floor lows to mountain-top highs. Sweeping, magnificent, brutal yet subtle, and brilliant. If Jon Crosby were smarter, had a better rock sensibility, and could maintain a decent drug habit, he might end up somewhere in this neighborhood. Incredible songs that remind you how much fucking fun heartbreak really is.

Dredg
Why do these guys draw the frat boy sect? The morons that throw up the horns at a fucking art-rock show? Dredg's performance was astounding as always. Those boys simply do not make mistakes. I realize that being a band for that long, and doing that many drugs together, will really tighten a group up, but please, make a fucking mistake for once! Prove you're human! Their artwork was unfortunately absent this time, but it was still fun to watch their singer twist and twirl his way around the stage. Their set also ran a bit long, pushing an hour and half, but they were kind enough to end it all with a track off of leitmotif, so it was well worth the stay.

Now come to the Toy Devils show at Mulligan's on may 19th and be brave enough to write your own scathing, cowardly review! All the cool kids are doing it!

Hence the Blog name.

It's really late on sunday night/monday morning, I'm wide awake, and out of smokes. This is not a good position to be in. I'm also very broke and miles away from the nearest kroger that will sell booze at this hour. I've read every book and watched every movie in the house. I just spent twenty minutes laying on the couch staring at the ceiling and listening to the radio. It's amazing how tremendously terrible 99x is at this hour. I imagine most radio stations kind of suck at this time of night though.

Savannah was fun this weekend, even though most of it was spent in a mixing booth getting precious little accomplished because SCAD has no idea what the phrase "proper acoustics" means. Free pizza courtesy of E.V.'s roommate and Do's and Dont's commentary while dressed like shit outside a trendy lil' coffee shop were episodes of delightful irony. It's always nice to get out of town. Now if only I could get over this whole probation thing, maybe I could travel more than a few feet. I really want to get out of this state. For good. I'd love to leave and never look back. It's not that I want to run (My baggage is coming with me, motherfucker! This shit is designer!), it's that I want to travel again. I've lived in Atlanta longer than I've ever lived anywhere else. I guess I'm what certain dumb hippie cunts I've met would call a "wayward spirit". I've just been sitting here for so damn long my ass has fallen asleep. I want to wake it up again. I love the discomfort of putting myself into situations from which there is no easy reprieve. That seems to be the way my life goes anyway. I may as well enjoy it.

Well, time for a late night walk to the chevron to buy smokes with quarters and a mail coupon. By the way, I love the camel coupons. They're like food stamps for college age smokers. I guess it's appropriate that they'd be targeting us, since we're their only remaining legitimate demographic.

HOLY SHIT! I just noticed that the new Pearl Jam single has a harmonica part in it! This song just got so much cooler! Now I'm going to be the badly dressed white kid shaking his ass down P.I.B. in the middle of the night.

I really need to pick up a good drug habit.

It's "Bitch about redundant Bullshit!" Day!

First on the list:

Him

I know some of you idiots actually like this unforgivable bile. I also know I've ranted about these twats before, but I just can't help myself. Their "music" really sucks. Their new single has got to be the most asinine track I've heard on modern radio, ever. Ever ever. I know they're just a kitschy sell-out group. That goes without saying. I know they're blatant about it. That goes without saying as well. But at least they could have some fun. I thought this gothy nu-metal shit was done for! Why the fuck is this garbage making a comeback? I actually liked Him the first few times I heard them, years ago. I thought they were fun in that absolutely fucking ridiculous kind of way. You know, the Type O Neg category. But all of a sudden the chubby hot topic bitches started crawling out from under their smelly ozzfest tees and taking this group seriously.

No wonder there is no hope for our generation. Fuck.

The Skilling/Lay Trial

I find it fascinating that these two idiots can get away with any level of indignance at their trial. Granted, I was not a high level executive at Enron between 1998 and 2001, but I'm pretty sure they did some janky shit. There is ample evidence that they both knew about Andy Fastow's shell companies. They've even admitted to knowing about them. Those companies allowed them to shift massive amounts of debt off of their annual reports and hide them from investors. I could swear that's fraud. I also don't like the way those dickheads look. Skilling has a HUGE child molester vibe to him, and Kenneth Lay literally looks like a fucking snake. That's creepy.

The State of the Bush administration in 2006

This one is not a "bitch", but I just have to say it. I fucking love it this time around! They couldn't have fucked up this second term more if I had planned it. Every day brings new surprises and new failures. Scott McClellan most be the most tolerant person in the world, because any other press agent on this planet would have gotten permanently nauseous from all the spin control that poor boy has to do. He should just crawl inside a bottle and never come out. It'd be healthier for him. From the Libby trial, to the supreme court troubles, to the massive fucking failure of a war, to the undeclared third world war "on terror" [on nouns: drugs, poverty, crime, etc.], to the loss of a trade negotiator just weeks before the biggest trade summit of the year, to his goofy-ass, slightly panicked look all the time, I can't figure out which of their mistakes is my favorite. The daily show is practically having their show written for them. They don't even have to lampoon these idiots anymore. They are crude, wildly humorous caricatures of political figures, and I'm loving every second!

Alright, it's time to get back to work.

As always, kids: Blow it out your ass.

so it's been a while...

I haven't posted on here in about four months. This is due to a number of factors, including my lack of internet access, and my joining of a band. I play drums in a group named Toy devils. Check us out.

www.toydevils.com

I also gave college another run. That didn't really work this time either. I am now a three time community college drop out. How fucking prestigious. And please, spare me the lectures. I have no reservations about this because I have no idea what I want to do with my life.

Other interim developments:

-6 months of probation and a fine.
-Prolonged Singlehood.
-Fantastic FP concert in February.
-Watching the sun come up over a massive storm just blown out to sea.
-Recording in Savannah.
-Still feeling completely adrift
-Many good parties, and a couple of good 21sts.
-Consistently dead-end retail employment.
-Rock Sauce!
-More to come later.....