Mmmm, beer: The Ultimate Beer Run in the Czech Republic [NYT].
You know, I’m out of beer!
MFT sweetness!
Perusing the ever-expanding wonders of Musical Family Tree, I came across this amazing recording of the Zero Boys live at Ricky’s Canteena in 1983. Rat Rondell intros the band. I was there and boy was it a show. The band must have been right on the verge of recording Vicious Circle, I think. The sound on stage is nearly exactly the same as that on the influential record, also available for listening at MFT, it seems, in a live performance recorded in 2005.
I have a quickly populated playlist at MFT that includes a lot of records or recordings by people I am friends with. I have happy memories of listening to most of this material years ago and this site always amazes me with the depth of it’s archive. I mean, how incredible is it to idly jump on the internet and in three clicks of a mouse discover a recording of an all-ages hardcore punk-rock show recorded in 1983 and attended by about thirty people, one of which was me?
Say, that reminds me: Jon, where are you in your Vulgar Boatmen exploration?
eat more meat
It’s clear to me: plants do, clearly, suck less than people. Therefore, I endorse meatatarianism. MMMM. bacon!
Comet sale apparently confirmed.
Slog:
More About the Chop Suey and Comet Sales : ” ‘We’re going to remember, support, and cherish the parts of the Comet [that everyone loves]. We are going to clean it, add some fresh paint, and make it less cluttered. We will still have graffiti, live bands, and the same clientel [sic: “e”]. We also plan on spending [several] hours cleaning up those bathrooms.’
‘Additionally, Dasef plans on applying for a license to serve hard alcohol, a change that old timers may grumble about, but seems to be a necessary upgrade for most bars these days.’ ”
To which I say FUCK YEAH! Chez Comet is the best bar ever, period. Adding booze to brew is a fine thing in this instance.
Dig it
Eric at Flog flogs Victor Moscoso’s sixties gfx retrospective, Sex, Rock & Optical Illusions. Woah, baby. I’m there.
Grass
As Jon points out below, i appear to have no idea what I am talking about, as my bellyaching is premised on the improbable (and, to me, apparently unwelcome) fact of my prosperity.
I have been sucking on this idea like a lemon for a few days and really don’t have even an analysis, let alone an answer. I value routine and reward as strongly as any bourgeois ever, and of late have been savoring the new rituals of daily lawn and flowerbed watering and the like. Why, just today I have been afflicted with a leaky soaker hose, fountaining profligately all over the place. Naturally, I have elected to pursue the appropriate, environmentally conservative resolution and have discarded the hose in favor of a new one, purchased at the same locale we bought the first, Home Depot. Thank heaven for Chinese labor!