April 25th, 2004

john + yoko

So many indie rawk shows, so few decent tattoos.

was supposed to go see the mighty mighty (ahem) cobra verde last night, but they cancelled due to mark's wrist injury, so I ended up at the blonde redhead show at the ottobar. pleasant enough little band. i swear b'more has got the most plug-ugly music fans of any town i've ever gone to a show in. every third one looked like a refugee from a John Waters cattle call.

one guy was wandering around with this gigantic White Guy 'Fro the likes of which I haven't seen since "Room 222" went off the air. please don't tell me they're coming back in style. some other drunk dude in a baseball cap came up to me and asked, "Do you know Jonathan Richman?" At first I thought he was asking, did I know Jonathan personally, but it turned out he and his friends were just asking random people and so far had only been able to find one person at the show who "had heard the name" and one person (me) who actually knew who that was. I IM'ed nik and communicated all this. I need to start taking sewing or something to shows. I usually take a book but I've been getting too bored.
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pink bear of death

a good day to stay in bed.

i sure am glad i don't have to go to work today with 300,000 people (i'm being kind and calling them "people", i'm sure a lot of them mean well) marching around. just saw hillary clinton on there capitalizing on her gender to get ahead politically. yawn. if anyone could make me vote republican for the first time in my life, it's hillary clinton. i have more respect for the average cherrystone clam than i do for her. too bad they can't invent a morning-after pill for perjurious sexual harassers, she could have put it in Bill's coffee. oh wait, they have those, they're called "arsenic". :P

days like this i wish i was some other gender, or genderless, 'cuz i really don't want to be identified with these kinds of people, or have them looking out for my "rights" (the legal basis of which i often doubt) or my "health". but like i said they give me an excellent excuse to stay in bed and eat chicken wings, which is probably doing a lot more for my health than anything politicians can come up with.
a salty salute


I feel like a real dip for being bummed over this GBV breakup thang, when it's clear to anybody who's been paying attention that all those guys need a break if they're not going to collapse onstage some night from battle fatigue. Hopefully a few people can get a lot more rest now.

I know I have groused a lot about GBV and Postal Blowfish over the years, but I have to admit that without them I wouldn't have made a few of my very best friends and a lot of my okay-to-cool acquaintances. Of course I wouldn't have run into at least two people who deserve to have their appendages ripped off by grizzly bears, either, but you can't have a barrel of apples without a couple worms. I should look on the bright side and be glad it was only a couple and not a couple dozen.

Anyway, there was lots of good music. That's what counts in the end, and that's why we all Persevere in whatever we're Persevering at.
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    a bit sad