What happens anyway?

Well so much has happened. My dear friend of a thousand years came and shocked San Francisco. There was so much discussed and imbibed in short order.

And we had another show. A personal C+ but an overall solid B for the group. Shit is hard. Happily several people showed up and the other bands were terrific. All in all, a great time out...

Last night Michael and I went to see "Riding Giants" which was not as interesting as I thought it would be. I really thought it would relieve my Olympics need by overwhelming me with athletic feats of fantasy. There is no affiliate here in San Francisco so I have seen no Olympics. And dammit, I've liked the Olympics since I was a little kidder. Riding Giants is interesting. Imagining surfing a 20-30 foot wave is beyond my scope. I could have done without the wacky soundtrack (a mish mash of stuff from Alice in Chains to Eric Satie) and the history of surfing bit. The best parts were the old home movies of the early California surfers -- a real counterculture. Though I knew the movie would be like this from the start: the old 50's surfers would be idealized and thought of too sentimentally and the footage, music and personalities of the surfers would just get more aggressive as the movie (and the timeline) went on. And I was right. Another thing, what about sharks? No shark on surfer footage at all.

Where's the blood?

Call the police

A new kind of laziness has beset me, new that I am completelty lethargic in all respects. The only thing that's still happening for me besides my pulse continuing to pulse, is my great sense of humor. I've been cracking myself up, others.

Saw two movies this weekend, Zatoichi, which was not incredible, but was entertaining right down to the Harlem-esque tap dance routine. The other one was Richard Linklater's Before Sunset. Not as totally romantic as I imagined it would be. The pace in the first 30 minutes or so was really good and seemed as though the actors were just ad-libbing. Then I just began to lose interest. Perhaps if I hadn't thought the first movie was forgettable..."Did I even see it? What was it about again?" However, nothing could be as romantic as the conclusion of The Office...

I woke up this morning (3 AM) to a woman shrieking as if being bludgeoned. Should I have called the police? It sounded like shrieking and then muffling, and then I heard the window close quickly. With my imagination...was I hearing her murder? Was that the murderer shutting the window? Is she just loud in bed? Actually I can answer that question. She is loud. Beyond loud. Piercing, shrill, jarring, anything but what I consider the kind of sound you'd like to hear in bed.

Last Night's Show

Last night we played at the Hotel Utah. Our portion of the show was great. We played really well considering that we waited around for nearly four hours to play. We got on stage at 12:30 after suffering through a one hour long sound check by the Cosmic Rough Riders, the band who was slated to headline the show. It was typical rock dickishness: they had tons of gear, got there early and just set up and demanded to play first. And so they set up for 45 minutes, tuned, dicked around with a wireless vocal monitor for a club that sat about 30 people and continued to check mics and tune. Needless to say it just sucked for us and the other two bands who were patiently waiting for this Wednesday night to begin.

Like I said, typical shit. I was holding out for them thinking that maybe with all the back and forth of setting up for hours, that perhaps they'd do something interesting with their fancy vintage re-issue guitars. Just one long song. Same tempo, oatmeal rock, ready for VH-1.

Whine Whine!

The coolest tho was the other band, Light Sleepers commented that our set was interesting and varied. YEAH-HUH! I like that.