the shit factory

well, the only way to keep from going 4 months without posting is to post more, right? well here I go…

I recently discovered a band called Wolfmother, and boy howdy do they rock! Like taking a glass of Thee Shams, pouring in a shot of Black Sabbath, and then the small enough dash of prog (a sweet organ break, and a 2112 style buildup) so that you don’t get sick to make one of those drinks that tastes so good you don’t know is getting you shitfaced until it’s too late…

I managed to miss them in chicago this past thursday, and found out I missed them because friday morning when I was walking into the airport i saw this group of people unloading instruments from a van. I walked by, and spied the name on all of the cases was “WOLFMOTHER”. I asked them when and where they played: “last night at the empty bottle”, proceeded to curse myself for missing it, and walked away…

oh well.. I’ll catch them next time. their full length comes out in the states in may (they’re from australia)

also, I’ll hopefully be posting some more music reviews as I just sold off 100+ cds to reckless and lauries and got a nice stack of shiny used cds and some cash…

since my last post. my blog posted a comment to itself yelling at me about the neglect, telling me how the basement has taken me away…

well i’m here to tell you… there’s something else. the afterbasement. the basement is almost done actually, i have a few hooks to hang in the bathroom, I have to fill in the giant holes around a couple of outlets (what was I thinking?), I have to hang light fixtures in the green room, and figure out just where I’m going to put the drums (yes, drums. I got a drum set!!!)

i suppose I should post some pictures, but I stopped taking progress pictures a while ago (the progress was too painfully slow) so I think I’ll wait til the lights are up…

just got back from new orleans. shana, the saint, is coming back today, after working her ass off for common ground for 4 days. I was supposed to help for 1 day when i was there, but we missed the parades on saturday (sitting in a bar at noon will do that) and everyone else wanted to go to parades sunday, and well, if you had a choice between gutting a house or standing on the side of the road while people in strange costumes on giant crazy floats pulled by tractors throw beads at you… yeah I thought so.

well, that’s it. see you in 4 months