Ah, the weather. It’s what we talk about when there’s nothing to talk about. This article might help to spice up dull breeze-shooting sessions. Oh, and supervolcanoes are always fun. Talk about that with the overly optimistic person at the next party.
Liz Trotta doesn't give a fuck.
Read what else she said here.
Now forget about the world's nastiness.
Saturday's El Paso Showcase
While, sadly, I missed most of the bands, I did clock in some serious time watching Low Luster League, not Ralpheene as previously stated, who were terrific and so stylishly attired. I loved how the bass player wore his guitar high up, and the singer's voice reminded me a little of Snowden, one of my favorite bands. Plus I witnessed the best spazzed-out dance ever, performed along to their set by Jon Little. I all made me want to revisit the city of El Paso.
Who else was in attendance?
Otherwise, there’s also this local festivity, one of the picks from the paper this week, written by Laura Marrich. It’s sort of connected to Cinco de Mayo: “Atomic Triple Five--On May 5, Atomic Cantina (315 Gold SW) turns five. That's 5/5/5! According to numerologists, five's power word is "freedom." This year, Atomic will be blessed by adventure and improvement, but it should be wary of restlessness and self-indulgence. Unit 7 Drain, Volume Volume, Lousy Robot, Catfish Hunter, The Rum Fits, Sleestaks, Pan!c, Bellemah and The Ya Ya Boom Project!, plus Oh No Not Stereo from Los Angeles, send Atomic off on its auspicious birthday. They're hoping you'll be there, too. Free, 21+.”
Leap Year Blues
It's friday, and it's been a rough week. No, it's been a rough life. This situation calls for Lead Belly. Huddie and Stella always make me feel better.
Scary Christmas '07
Another Christmas has come and gone. For me, this year's highlights included cookies, cheese dip, rum and cokes, VH1's Top 100 One Hit Wonders, watching people play Guitar Hero III and failing at it miserably myself. There was also that phone conversation with my drunk mom.
That's a stellar Christmas compared to that of the people who suffered a tiger attack in San Francisco.
My Embarrassing Blog
This was supposed to be about British rock stars, but I’m having technical difficulties. Or operator difficulties. Either way, my photos are not showing up, so I’m blogging something even lamer: Glow-in-the-dark cats. Enjoy!