Ed. Note, this may be stifled, I am attempting to defy the laws of gravity and scrabble this out from the desk of my day job (ed. note, my day job allows me to continue wearing my Levis with the hole in the crotch, so it ain’t gone be that stifled).
So this was baby girl’s first weekend out and about. Now mind you, she didn’t go too far. It’s best to take lil’ steps at first. It’s also best to put the current registration sticker on your license plate, but sometimes shit slips by you the first go around, 2009 was such a heady year anyways…
For our first field trip we went about five blocks south of our usual stomping grounds, to the Venice Love Shack. This place can best be described as a giant mound of bean bags, surrounded by a lot of kooky art. If you’ve never been to a place like that, well then you just ain’t livin’ (listening to where we tell you to go!).
So first off, Infantree, Tall Tales and the Silver Lining, Young Blood Hawke, Peter Leo, and Meiko, muchas gracias goes out your way for making the van sway back and forth real nice this weekend. We had a blast.
My next thanks goes out to our new Native American friend (pictured), we’ll call him Chief Needs’a’smack. He rolled up on us during Tall Tales and the Silver Lining’s set, and it was immediately apparent that he was under the deep spell of the white man’s fire water. It was uncertain as to whether or not he was riddled with small-pox, but if he was, the disease had not yet ravaged his dancing skills, as he put on quite the performance for us, both rhythmically and verbally. It was unfortunate however that Chief Needs’a’Smack eventually noticed that our Gorillatographer was from a rival injun tribe, and things took a turn for the violent. So rather than risk getting scratched by Chief Needs’ a Smack and contracting that Super G, I decided it was best to usher him away with the use of our steady cam pole (ed. note, looks like a crow bar)(ed. note, if you’ve never seen me chase a dude out of a lot with a pipe, best I can describe it is “gangster”). Farewell Chief Needs’a’smack, we wish you well on your journey through the bottle of life. Thanks for the memories, and the video footage. We will cherish always.
My final thanks goes out to the folks at Thinking About Tomorrow. They rolled up on us at the Love Shack, liked what we were doing, and decided to invite us to come rock this thang: RECESS, ADULT PLAYGROUND BENEFITTING THINKING ABOUT TOMORROW FOUNDATION. I mean, for real? Did they really just invite us to an “adult playground” with an “open bar?” Yep, they sure did. So folks, we will be there next Saturday, and assuming The Muddy Reds holler back (ya hear?), they will be there too, and they will be melting faces, and we will be melting faces, and yeah, phew, adult playground, damn, I really wish it wasn’t just Monday, cause I’m trying to you know, be thurr…
So I’m donzo with this for now, my super-hero type employment situation is maybe beckoning to me to do some shit. East Floss Angeles, keep your eyes open tonight, you might see something wicked that way comin’.
Quote of the Day via Philthy: “I’m healthy as an ox!”
Track for the Day: Modest Mouse – “Teeth Like God’s Shoeshine” from The Lonesome Crowded West. Starts out all head-bang and angst riddled, then chills-out, head-bang, then chills out, such a good fucking song.
Links for the day:
– Good Shit.
– Wait, wait, wait, wait, Bklyn via WHERE? VIA WHERE?! THAAAAAAAAAT’S RIGHT! VIA HERE!
– For the Goose Man, cause I know he’ll like it.
Los Angeles, these are your suggested shows for the week of 7/25 – 7/31:
7/30 – Rage Against the Machine is playing at the LA Coliseum, there’s also some other bull-shit playing, but it’s pretty much a $70 Rage ticket (IMHO).
7/31 – Neil Hamburger at the Satelite w/ special guest (huh, huh, special) – Eight bills (not balls) get’s ya there.