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Current Mood: busy
What is it with August birthdays? I am not exaggerating when I say that I know four people born on August 22nd. That shit’s astronomical. It also happened to be the day I… uh… became a man. Ah yes, a whole year now it’s been.
Last night was the Deadbolt show in San Jose, and their first NorCal show in years… at least since I first heard about them. A lot of fun, those guys. On stage shooting sparks, breaking boards, throwing stuff, and just weird banter. Merch included nudie magnets, sunglasses, and Tijuana-made beer holsters: worn like a pistol holster but designed to hold a can or bottle. They were wearing and using them on stage, and come to think of it, the bassist had a bottle-opener screwed onto the front of his bass. What a great idea! (If only Mike’s Hard Lemonade wasn’t a twist top, I’d do something like that!) It was a hell of a show, and you probably missed it. But you got one more chance. They’ll be at The Uptown in Oakland next Thursday. And while the Bay Bridge is going to be closed that day, as your attorney, I advise you to make every effort to be there anyway. Mayhaps I’ll see you there.
I don’t remember if I’ve mentioned it before, but I’m a big fan of the $11 organic “milk” shakes at Cafe Gratitude. It’s an unusual place, no question. But if you’ve never been, I definitely recommend trying it out once. And after all, you might spot a celeb there! (Jamie and I once saw Kirk Hammett there.) Anyway, I saw this article the other day. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, assuming it’s even true. Will it stop me from stepping up to the bar and dropping $11 and declaring “I Am Cool?” Not a chance.
In other news, I sold one of The Twins recently. So never again will my glorious pair of turquoise Casinos grace the stage together. Above all else, this alone should demonstrate my commitment to shedding excesses. This is TCB history after all. The Twins were (at least in my mind) pretty iconic of the person I was at that time. And I’m sure some of you early TCB fans remember them, yeah? Well, those days are gone. I’ve moved on. Though what I’m starting to suspect is that my guitar habit quietly transformed into a t-shirt habit. Yes, t-shirts. I think I pick up at least two or three a month these days. It will be years before I ever wear them out. What could possibly possess me to collect them that way? Am I that desperate to be regarded as clever? (Yes. Yes, I am.) Most recently, I’ve been narrowly escaping the urge to pick up obscurities like this Road House shirt. I look at that, and I wonder: will people get it? Another great site is 80’s Tees… so many good ones. I’m reminded though of how my Cobra shirt is temporarily ruined by the fact that there’s a meathead G.I. Joe movie out now. Anyway, what the hell am I saying here? I need to stop buying shirts.
Well now, speaking of hippy restaurants and t-shirt obsessions, the quote of the week comes from the back of the Deadbolt shirt I bought last night:
“FUCK YOU HIPPY”