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Current Mood: numb
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I’ve had an unexpected and bizarre couple of weeks. This last weekend I went to Nikki’s birthday show at the Knock Out… Japanese Baby has really improved! Patty’s on keys now, they had some new songs, and in general they were much tighter than before. It was a lot of fun… and then the next night I ended up at Leisure. I have a vague recollection of Tom Collins, playing an inflatable guitar alongside Orlie while he sang “Bigmouth Strikes Again” at karaoke, and I believe some drunk texting or whatever the pansy psuedo-buzzed version of that I’m capable of is.
The weekend before that was the three-day one… that Friday night, I joined Sus and Shel to see Louis XIV. I didn’t know any of their music going into it, and I gotta say that I got more of a “Foreigner” vibe than anything else. They seemed a little simplistic and amateur to me… plus they have some big hit which is a bigger rip-off of “Metal Guru” than “Panic” is. But I still had a lot of fun seeing the girls, and it was totally worth it. Saturday, I made it out to the Blank to see Sik Luv and the Phenomenauts… I ran into an old friend and got to spend the night catching up. Oh, and then I got dragged to Death Guild (the Monday night SF goth club) and got virtually no sleep before work on Tuesday morning. But again, it was worth it. That’s a weird crowd, but I had an experienced guide.
In guitar news, I still haven’t had any luck selling those two guitars (Flamekat and ES-295), but I did get my ES-335, and it is glorious. The craftsmanship is top-notch… and you can really tell the difference that this is the real deal. I won’t bore you with any more details about it, but yeah, it’s good. It will be debuting at a TCB show this month… more on that in a moment. Do you remember how on old kids shows like Sesame Street and 3-2-1 Contact, they’d have little music videos that would show the whole process at something like a crayon factory, or a taffy maker? You’d see the wax melted down, then poured out, then cooled, then wrapped in paper and packaged up? Well looky what I found… if you’re at all interested in how they make a Gibson 335.
Ah crap, that reminds me… in other guitar news, you know how I recently gave Dad my little Stratocaster knock-off I used to travel with? Well I thought maybe he’d play it a little and forget about it. Wrong. He liked it so much, he went out and bought some fancy-ass Fender Strat. This bothers me for many reasons. First off, I may have awakened a dormant guitar habit in my dad… he’s gaining on me. Second, I just knew that having that Strat, even the cheapy, would come back to haunt me eventually. I should have burned it when I had the chance. Now it’s converted my own father! Who knows what other damage it will do? One Strat to rule them all.
In my trying to rationalize the cost of that 335, I’ve been getting creative. Re-examining my expenditures and such. Well, I took my jar of change down to a CoinStar machine… turns out it was about $100! How about that shit?
I’ve got some good weekends coming up here, kiddies. This weekend I’ll be going with Sus and Nick to Hollywood to see our beloved Moz. From there, we’re off to catch him again in Las Vegas! This insanity would make no sense in any other context, but I feel that most of the people who read this will understand completely.
Then next Wednesday (6/13), the 12 Galaxies will see a first ever all-acoustic show from Orlie, Nick, and I. We’ll be playing your favorite Smiths and Moz tunes with an acoustic guitar, a snare drum, and not much else. If you can make it out to the Mission on a Wednesday night, you’re in for something you’ve never heard before. And then we’re off to Vegas again, this time as our fully-electric selves as we hit the Beauty Bar in Las Vegas on Saturday (6/16). This is our first out-of-state gig, and it should be wild! Not to mention it will see the debut of that new 335… my only guitar for the night. We’ll see how that goes.
So “feast or famine”… I started out with the best of intentions, but I no longer feel up to explaining myself on that one. The short version is that too much of anything is every bit as bad as too little. And it’s always one or the other.
About an hour ago, I received a phone call informing me that my grandfather has died. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling, but I’m pretty sure I’m not feeling it.