It's kinda ridiculous, but I'm getting really bummed and sentimental over Wowsville closing. I'm going to miss it's pink walls, excessive Ramones decor, even the giant Rat Fink statue I hate so much ( Read more... )

last night i was groped by a giant bunny. here's to halloween.

But, I saw the Spits, Black Lips, and the Seeds, plus, Electric Shadows, Shop Fronts, and Some Action, who I hadn't seen a long time. . .all the bands ruled, except for Sky Saxon, because he was old, looked liek he was gonna die, and was a dick to his band while playing. Managed to somehow drink for free the whole weekend except for one incidence ( Read more... )

Ever notice that as soon as seasons change, one half to two-thirds of all the couples you know break up ( Read more... )

It's October and quite possibly my favorite month of the year. Weather like this, cool, crisp, with the sweet smell of leaves caught in the air, makes me like, or at least feel at peace with, where I am ( Read more... )

It's raining. I'm bored. I want drugs. . . really, really, weird ones. Is this cabin fever? Without the cabin ( Read more... )

The last 2 weeks or so were such a blur of (for the most part) fun. Met so many cool people in places like Reno, Bakersfiels, San Fran, and most importantly LA, home to the Plastic Letters and co. I missed California and everyone who lives there the morning before I even got on the plane. So many crazy stories and I'm writing them all down ( Read more... )

This time tomorrow, I will be awake due to nerves and caffine, somewhere on my way to the other coast. It will be fun for sure, and hopefully my no one will have to post bail for me (as an alarming number of my California relatives offered unrequested). My bags are packed with clothes, way too much underwear, a few mix tapes, all the merch shirts ( Read more... )

doesn't the universe want to let me sleep ever again? It was fun for a while, seeing good bands, meeting new people, 5 am rides home on the subway with drunk bands and wedding dresses, but as of Sunday when I ran away from the Badtown party (and when I say "ran" I mean slowly teetered away lugging about 20 pounds of records I was supposed to dj ( Read more... )

I could write about the last few days of my life which, since Thursday melted into one starting with Mars Bar pre-Spits at Maxwells and ended at 5 am this morning coming home from the Clorox Girls show. But what I really want to write about is the following: last night the woman sitting across from me on the train had a video that said "Four ( Read more... )