1-Oct-2004 (Fri) Wherein photographs are presented.
9-Oct-2004 (Sat) Wherein topics are explored such as photography, porn, and wrestling.
A couple items of note:
That is all. Carry on.
10-Oct-2004 (Sun) Wherein we witness archæology.
12-Oct-2004 (Tue) Wherein big men in costumes hit each other.
(Incidentally, Hugin
really doesn't work very well. I wasted a few hours trying to make a
much larger panorama than that one, and it just completely failed to
work.)
18-Oct-2004 (Mon) Wherein blah blah photos blah blah.
Photos of the
22-Oct-2004 (Fri) Wherein dry skin is vanquished.
Photos of tonight's
At their merch table, they were selling hand lotion. Can anyone explain that to me? 25-Oct-2004 (Mon) Wherein we discover that it is all good.
Saturday night, the drummer decided that he needed a carpet on stage. So he went outside, went next door to the pizza place, rolled up their carpet and took it. The owner of the pizza place saw this from across the street, and a while later asked Barry, "um, why did you guys take my carpet?" "What are you talking about," replied Barry. So they wandered around the club and eventually found it. They asked the guy, "what were you thinking?" Can you guess what his answer was? Go on, guess.
At some other point in the evening, the same guy came into the office, took a chair, and said to Caroline, "yo baby, don't tell nobody I took this." It's unclear whether that chair is still in the building.
The last band had this grid of words hanging at the front of the stage. We kept wondering if they were going to play Industrial Jeopardy: "I'll take FILTH WHORE for $200, Alex!" 29-Oct-2004 (Fri) Whërëïñ Pölänð ïs förgöttën.
I got a kick out of Crüxshadows for the first few songs, much like the last time they played here, but then I think my suspension of disbelief faded. Yes, I really think he's not joking. With the fake English accent, and the straight-outta-Spinal-Tap speech about pyramids or druids or whatever he was going on about. I think he's actually serious. (I know, it's so hard to tell any more in these post-ironic times. Half the time I can't tell whether I'm serious or not.) When he was making his speech about all the places their most recent tour has taken them (wherein he mysteriously bragged about something along the lines of, "we're the only goth band to play in Latveria since the Sisters of Mercy did, way back in the Nineties!", and people cheered) I wondered if he keeps the sporadic English accent when he's in England? Maybe he switches to French? Anyway. They had live guitar and violin again, and dancers in skimpy costumes. Like I keep saying, laptop bands take note: if you don't have a show, hire one. We lost the webcast of this show, however. Someone screwed up something somewhere somehow, and since that put me in a firing mood, now everyone's passing the buck. Hopefully it's fixed now. There's a pretty entertaining article in SF Weekly about noted surgery fetishist and wrecker of civilization Genesis P. Orridge, who will be here this Wednesday, Nov 3. Do not fear the man-boobies. And of course, this Sunday is that most magical time of the year...
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