Never use a cruelty when a joke will do in its place

the woman who hit the car that michael dahlquist was in was distraught and was trying to kill herself. she survived and is being charged with murder.

Last night, I had the pleasure of having my socks rocked by Mission of Burma. I think they'd been saving up all their energy for the last two decades just to let it loose on their three west coast dates. I'm fairly certain that, within the space of two sets and two encores, they played through their entire discography, plus at least one new song, and a Dils cover. Sure, they're a litte more gray, a little more creased, and little more fatherly looking, but they can still put bands half their age to shame.

Silkworm, much to my chagrin, only played songs off of the last two records (save for two songs). Still, it was the first time I had heard many of those tunes live, and the first time I'd seen the band at all since their show at the Croc with Seam many eons ago. Those bastards need to move back to Seattle, despite the fact that no one here likes them.

Other things about the show: I met up with huntingtonforge before the show, and on our way to the venue, we ran into Larry and Tiffany. Larry was American School of Warsaw's original bass player. We always got along great, and have similar ideas musically. He just felt somewhat constricted within the framework of the band, so he left (amicably). Anyhoo, the four of us took in the show together (mostly...we kept getting split up and lost in the crowd). Tiffany used her womanly wiles to weasel our way* up toward the front of the stage during MoB's first set. After the show we consumed more beerths at Zak's across the street, and then ventured up to Capitol Hill, where Larry, TIff, and I stayed up till 4 AM drinking Rainier and talking music, lineage, and history. They were kind enough to put me up for the night as I had missed the last bus a long time before.

This morning, I stopped at Bauhaus for some coffee, and saw a sign up on the door about Kris Von Oy, one of the original owners. He apparently fell asleep at the wheel and crashed his car last weekend. The funeral service was yesterday. I didn't know him that well, but it is always weird when someone you know, or have met, or have some sort of familiarity with, ceases to be.

Great way to start the day, I'll tell ya.



*pardon my alliteration.

I find it disturbing that a woman was murdered within spitting distance from my home, probably less than 3 hours ago. I can see Freeway Park from my place. I used to work right next door. Fuuuuuuck...