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Current Mood: content
I got my car back from the shop. I am happier than a pig in shit.
The whole front end was replaced, and Town Car is back in perfect working order. He’s cleaner than he’s ever been. Long and shiny. After riding around in a compact rental car for two weeks, I am appreciating having Town Car more than I ever thought possible. The ride is so fucking smooth. Just big, plush, and buttery-smooth around every turn and at every acceleration. Coming home tonight was like flying home on a shiny black cloud. If this all sounds sexual to you, that’s because it is. I was all hot and bothered when I got home. Fucking love my car. Welcome home, Baby.
In other news, the band finally has a MySpace profile, but our singer created it, so it’s out of my hands. I can’t add you, but you can go add us. So, go do it. Do it. Do it. That was my Ben Stiller impression. I guess it doesn’t really come through in print.
Popscene is gonna rock. I can’t even wait. We’ve also added a preliminary show at El Rio on Mission and Valencia. That’ll be Wednesday, November 16th. So in case you won’t be in town for Popscene, you can see our technical “debut” at El Rio. Check out the afore-mentioned MySpace profile for details.
Town Car is parked down stairs. My neighbors are fucking upstairs. It’s Friday night, and I’m home alone playing guitar. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. All is right with the world.