Lots of things have been happening as of late, all good, bad and/or indifferent.
I've mostly given up driving. Partly, this was inspired by AP's =W= article: Rivers also lives in L.A. and refuses to drive. My fear of getting mugged is greatly outweighed by reasons environmental, financial ($2.57 a gallon here and rising), and geopolitical (seriously, SUVs support terrorism). Granted, this has only been in the last two or so days, but we'll see how far it goes.
The drama always goes in waves, but recently they've been of the tsunami amplitude. Those friends of mine who've always been problem-free, remain problem-free, but apart from that I'm on the thinnest of ice. Oh, Jesus, it's not like my life is a fucking Dashboard Confessional song, right? Waa, waah.
Music? That's what I do best. Friday's Polydactyls show was outstanding, for all of you who missed it, which is all of you except B-rad and Nicole, you fucks. It was like the Mars Volta, an onslaught of jamming, angular guitar, Mike-play, screaming, and general disco-out-freakage.
Thursday night's Amoeba run earned me Kraftwerk's Trans-Europe Express and South San Gabriel's new album, The Carlton Chronicles: Not Until The Operation's Through. Kraftwerk makes me want to drive on the Autobahn in a Porsche; it's amazing that electronica from 1977 can be so good as to still be relevant today. I was thinking how cool all those electroclash bands thought they were two years ago, but really, Kraftwerk was doing the same (and better) decades before. The SSG is more of what I've come to expect from the man/the myth, Will Johnson, at least in his sextet incarnation. I can't figure out how I like SSG and can't really get into Wilco, as the two should conceivably go hand in hand in their pseudo-alt-country-rock-ness.
What will this week bring?
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