Of heatstroke and sudden moves: Round 2

I am currently occupying the second property in less than a year that I will be forced to vacate. I am not being evicted due to lack of payment, or disorderly conduct. I have not violated any lease agreement. I simply have the magnificent misfortune of finding the only two property holders in this whole fucking city who are incapable of taking advantage of the housing boom. The city shut down the loft complex we lived in for massive code violations after a mother and her two children were killed in a fire. Now I live in a townhouse in Brookhaven, where our property owner has sold their land to a hotel developer, and sometime around October (they're guessing) we will be forced out. Again. I can't wait to see what happens to the next place I live.

The show on friday went very well. Thank you to everyone who showed up and made us money. A very special thanks to D. Malibu and his cohorts, who were kind enough to provide us with "video art" projections behind us free of charge. I particularly liked the Nelly clip. We played better this time, it felt a little better, and M. Conly kept up wonderfully as our stand-in bassist. We are still looking for a permanent bassist by the way. If you are interested, contact the band.

On sunday, a small army of us attended the free flaming lips show at centennial park. It was fantastic. Well, the flaming lips were fantastic. The opener for them was an old burnout band from the 70s called Big Star (Ever wondered who did the "That 70s show" opening theme? Now you know.) and they were pretty bad, even for shitty camaro-rock. The flaming lips took stage 45 minutes late, and delayed their set even further when Wayne Coyne decided to climb into a huge inflatable plastic bubble and roll out over the crowd. After ten more minutes of "Wayne Coyne the human beach ball" he finally managed to roll back onto the stage and start the set. The set was mostly comprised of their hits (She don't use Jelly, Do you realize, Yoshimi, etc.), but they played a couple of choice covers with such happy go lucky vivacity you couldn't help but smile. Towards the beginning of the set they played their cover of "Bohemian Rhapsody", and made the whole crowd sing along. It was the most fun I've ever had hearing something so terrible. During "Bohemian" they also had a huge, very strange video playing behind them. It involved a naked woman sunbathing, and mistaking wasabi for sun screen. For their encore they covered "War Pigs". That was a little strange. The Lips are nowhere near being a metal band, so I'm not sure how I feel about the Sabbath cover.

All in all, a good weekend. Everyone was rather tense though, and I'm not sure why. Full Moon, maybe? Clouds were abounding, so the sky I could not see. Everything seems to be settling down now, and we have another show on sunday, this time at the shop in chamblee. If you didn't make it to the mulligan's show this past friday, you should definitely make it on sunday. We are playing with Contraption, and Blue of Noon. Both bands are good friends of ours, and stellar performers. The show is all ages, and if there is a cover, it won't be more than a measly $5. Contact me for very easy directions.

Absinthe and distance make the heart grow fonder...

The Toy Devils ladies and I spent this past weekend in Murfreesboro, TN finishing up the recording process of our EP. R. Resnick was the engineer for the two songs we laid down, and they have turned out quite good. We've added piano tracks and backing vocal lines to tracks that previously did not have them. Very fun. After the recording was done, around midnight on saturday, we puttered over to R.'s apartment and proceeded to get smashed on expensive, illegal absinthe. I drank the most, and lost it a little. They did get some good pictures of me laughing at the sky, beer in one hand, big-ass kitana sword in the other, though. Lots of fun, lots of laughs, lots of cynicism, and not a green fairy in sight. Rock.

In other news:
-I'm still loving the current state of political affairs. Bush has told the nation that we are "addicted to oil." In other words, the dealer has just told the junkie he's got a problem. Thanks for the update, Jr. I'll keep my addiction in mind the next time Lee Raymond has me bent over the pump. Iran is another current favorite of mine. I am absolutely delighted to see those white house spin doctors trying to keep everyone under wraps. All it's going to take is for one person to say what everyone has been thinking: "Oh shit! Iran has nukes! And has publicly stated their intentions to sell them to hostile nations! We attacked the wrong fucking country!" and this nice little house of cards is going to really start slipping. I just can't wait.

-I'm still feeling completely adrift. I have no idea what I want to do, where I want to do it, or who I want to do it with. Dead-end retail employment, and probation keeping me in GA for at least six more months are two things that certainly aren't helping the situation. I have plenty of reasons to stay, and equally as many reasons to leave. I'd like to find a good luthier school, but apparently those do not exist in the south.

-My head is filled with a horrendous cacophony of Panic at the disco, cash register dings, and unnecesary fights with friends. It hurts.

Toy Devils! May 19th! Mulligan's! With Zack Oden! With the Red Shirt Freshmen! 18+! $5!