Life is short, filled with stuff

i'm super amped on about 3 cups of green tea right now, listening to the cramps, and feeling word vomitous (yes, i just made that one up). i got pretty much no sleep last night 'cos i was working on finishing up my article for the music site beatcrave.com

speaking of which, i'm now a regular contributor to beatcrave.com and i'm going to shamelessly plug myself because i can, so check it out.

i went to the brant bjork show at the echo last night after i got off of work, sliding in just moments before the man that used to pound the skins for kyuss took the stage. i'm still reeling from some serious mind-blowing desert rock. if there's one thing that gets me into it, it's watching those dudes from the desert finger fuck scales like catholic school girls.



sebastian bach has shitty music, but i have to respect anyone that jumps out into a sea of people and starts beating the living shit outta some fuckface who thinks it's cute to throw a beer on stage. what's up with all these douchebags harassing artists? if you don't like the heat, get out of the kitchen. no one is forcing you to go to the show, and hey, guess what? the door is always open, so you can leave if it turns out it wasn't what you were expecting. just make sure not let it hit ya on the way out.

finally, since i'm lazy as fuck, and also because i seem to be incapable of updating on a regular basis due to my commitment issues (yeah, even towards my own blog), i've invited my very rad friend, john d, to start contributing. yay! it's a party on my blog and everyone's invited! except you.