Thursday, May 17, 2007


there are great horned owlets in the open space behind our house. takes about 4 minutes to walk to the nest with a glass of wine and a camera, so we've been following their progress. like most things that aren't killed by roommates, they've learned to shit outside of the house. they also like to look at people looking at them. I think that they think that we are mice.

i submit this picture as evidence:

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

this i forgot in the fire

whilst on tour i apparently missed herr fawell's passing. thanks for messing up politics by acting like a moron, jackass. I am reminded of a bumper sticker i saw while on the road:

it's your hell, you burn in it.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007


so, really, how could any weekend go wrong that starts with honking and waving at a tattooed totally naked guy trying to hitchhike on 19th ave at 6 in the morning?

okay - he wasn't totally naked - he had a hat (fedora), a tie (madras), and a kryptonite chain for a belt (no cover on the chain mind you), oh and shoes and a bmx bike. totally awesome.

But that was just the start of the weekend...

Coachella was a lot more of the same, but more LA style (which is the part that kinda sucks). Lots of very expensive clothes, lots of greek letters on the backs of t-shirts, and lots of people trying really hard to look a certain way in really, really hot weather. oh, and lots of rock.

Lots and lots of rock.

Mary mentioned yesterday that my other girlfriend (one of them, this one being scarlet johansen) sang a song with the jesus and mary chain. what? I was there. I don't remember that. Maybe it happened after we had already left to go see another band.

Coulda been.

Come to think of it, there was only one gig we saw in its entirety - the rather un-typical of coachella amos lee, a favorite of mary. He was good, really good actually, and his band was super tight - in particular the drummer was perfect. really perfect. Probably the best drummer i've seen in a long time actually. Session musician tight without the lack of personality.

Highlight was probably arcade fire but it was a pretty damned bright weekend for anything to stand out. I was particularly bummed about blonde redhead being, well, not noisy enough.

But really, my favorite moment was running into Paul Massaro, who I used to work with at the Double Door. He's still living in Chicago and goes out with the Brazilian Girls, which is where I ran into him. As if one were to expect nothing else, he remains a great front of house soundman. Always has been and always will be.