Dusty Chalk

v Contains more explicit spoilers than ^ . Someone commented on this pedal with, "Also serves as a warning as to what inhaling too much solder fumes will do to your brain.":

Bunch of Test Tone -- I need something much more sedate than Bent Knee -- which I've been listening to non-stop since last weekend -- today.

What do you mean, you got away with it? I was throwing you dirty looks the entire time. And then looking at the sign that said, "no parking or standing", and then looking back at you. None of which you saw, because you were studiously ignoring me. Okay, not really, completely different state.

I'm eating my home-made weird Arrabiata/Puttanesca/chillia goulash thingy. Sofa king deli shuss.

RIP Cato http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-36370997?SThisFB

Happy biscuit-less birthday! You may have a scone, though. (biscuit-less party favour noise)

No, it's not. That's pretty much the premise to a horror movie. Somewhere between Saw and Purge. Psauwrge.

Went again, tonight. Even better -- they played a longer set, the music room to breathe...I am in heaven. I was giggling again with how good it was. Alas, Melissa and company were surrounded by admirers, so I think my profile wasn't as high as the previous day, when I pretty much had her undivided attention. Oh well. Still dig her. That said, I got to meet the rest of the band -- Courtney, lead singer, keyboardist, magician with reverb; Ben, lead guitarist -- quite the character, tried to be entertaining, enjoyed awkwardly failing. Example: when he signed my CD, he wrote "slipped on a dog", he said, "because that's funny", I said, "not to the dog", so he wrote, "the dog was fine". Couldn't stop giggling. ...also Gavin the drummer, Chris, and Vince.

Happy birthday, Raffy! I hope some day you grow up into a real boy.

My ex (who is a fantastic cook) prefers non-hoppy reds. As for the rest: sounds delicious.

Blergh!

Need a name. Is that the place you took us to that had that divine tomatillo?

It's possible it got deleted during a recent catastrophic upheaval in the ranks. Too bad so sad.

Wonderful little underground concert tonight. Went to see Bent Knee CD release party (they're from Boston, but got signed to Cuneiform, a DC prog label), got introduced to a couple of indie bands I now like. But back to Bent Knee -- oh, my were they fantastic. Proggy. Very proggy. So much proggy. Wow proggy. Harsh transitions, they'll be playing one thing at one moment, then take a hard 90 degree turn and be playing something entirely orthogonal the next. Lots of spacey, lots of pastoral, lots of rock, all shaken and stirred into a glorious cocktail of music. I think I might have to go up to upper Baltimore tomorrow night to see them again. They were that good. And a cover (I am sitting here giggling over how great this music is): And also I need to figure out if the bassist really dug me. (She introduced herself to me.) I definitely dug her. Or perhaps she was just high, check her out, playing this shit seriously. And the lead singer has this weird little vibrato to her voice that I kinda really dig

I'm in a rather largely densely packed cluster of indie hipster snob douches. I think it statistically unlikely that none of them are gay. They are required by geography to be well-to-do. I'm saying, you have a test audience right here. I'm sure they'll recluster in the future. There's also one really cute blonde female, and several brunettes, so I suspect that at least part of the audience is straight, but...who knows. Okay, two of the girls just kissed. So cute.

Swans, Seer

For her or for you? ;p

Mei, Partura

I finally got the replacement guitar this week, and he included the strap this time, but he put it in the pocket where the packet with the cable, tools, extra springs, etc. are, and that packet was missing. Axe Palace -- don't you ever fucking do business with him.

Mick Chillage, (M)odes

More Vox than Vox (at least current, new Vox).