Originally uploaded by becklerg.
I find if I don't write this shit down as soon as I get in when I'm all hopped on caffeine and bennies that it starts to seem like a chore. But everything I do I do it for you.
Friday-the weekend started off slow. I saw Murderball at the Tower which everyone else liked more than I did. This is my review: yeah it's inspiring and all that crap, but the quadriplegic rugby dudes are still jocks, and I am not that interested in jocks. However absolutely any documentary is better than 99% of the pap that movie studios are releasing these days, so I'd still recommend it.
Saturday-I went to the show at Dennis Yudt's house. It was rad. Have you ever wanted to feel like you were in a David Hockney painting? Well if you have then this is the house for you. The vibe closely matched the painting above, but imagine that's Nic in the pool wearing electric blue swim shorts and that he's straddling a noodle (I got a picture for your private collection, Jana) and you have the idea. This was such a chill show with such a great mix of people with interesting bands, to boot. Thanks to Dennis and Paloma for hosting, and I hope they have more shows this summer.
Sunday-after swimming at a local mansion and playing in a spirited whiffleball game with Lance "Ballhog" Wilson (I don't know his real last name so I just guessed one in order to complete the sentence maybe someone can help me out) it was time to get ready for the chkchkchk show. The Brickhouse is a nice venue. There is a yard out back in which to chill. The sound seemed ok to me, if not spectacular. Chkchkchk sounded good, but after the second song a tweeter was blown, and I was so exhausted I took this as a sign from God to me (we're tight like that he's cool with my whole not believing in him thing and I let him slide on the Holocaust. Nobody's perfect) that it was time to go home and go to sleep. And with the help of my good friend codeine that's exactly what I did.