(with my luck, no one who would understand that will read it. but hope i got my message across, and i'm trying so hard to keep things so very peaceful and friendly and happy.)
the short story of the evening (and probably the only version that I will bother putting up here) ... went to a weird little venue in hollywood that I've never been to before, with Armand, Scotty, and Michael ... saw some art ... some i admired, some was silly, but it's so subjective ... saw bands ... Joe and the Chickenheads were as horrible and silly and fun as I remember ... Rosemary's Billygoat was all cool heavy metal style. Michael got a drumstick at the end of their set and was all happy ...
and then I saw Babyland ... pretty much the whole point of me driving to Hollywood ... have been telling Michael for months that he must see this band when they play in LA, and finally got a chance to show him why they are so incredible ... that was so much fun ... dancing and being tossed around and slammed into people in this hot, dark, sweaty room ... i don't know why i enjoy a good moshing so much, maybe release of energy and repressed aggression. A short moshing, though. I would have loved a longer set, they have so much great music ... ah well, other times. anyway ... I got a new copy of the their fourth cd, since mine went and disappeared a while back ...
we left during Green Jelly's set ... i really don't give much of a damn about Green Jelly/Jello ... but they had interesting stage presence. and after re-hydrating ourselves at a convenience store, back to home. Drove everyone to Costa Mesa, chatted a bit, and tonight I'm crashing at my mom's because I don't feel like driving all the way to my home.
big scary plans for tomorrow ... significant pain may be involved. *giggle* but all the more shiny ...
