Bring on the Cheap Beer
Ironically, the times when I’m actually living my life are the times I’m least inclined to write about it.
So I checked out the first day of the Last Record Store and KCRB’s Left of the Dial Festival, as it sure beat the hell out of checking out the other festival that’s happening this weekend. The one involving drunken accordion players and polka dancing…The show was fun. I have no idea who the first few bands were, other than not being all that great. Passable, but none too interesting. But it’s always nice to get a chance to see Little Cat play live. I was planning on picking up another of his CDs, but realized I only had $4 left, after the $5 admission fee/2 drink ticket charge. Drinking in a record store is a fun, yet dangerous thing. I can see it easily ending in financial disaster for yours truly. Fortunately, I’d already made two trips to the Last Record Store this week (more about that in a second), so I was able to keep, my urges in check.
I took Erin home after Little Cat, and we played the highly addictive Flash game Fuck It, a cross between Scrabble, Tetris, and Tourette’s Syndrome, for a while. I’m completely addicted to that game, but my high score is pathetic. Still well below 1000. Afterwards, I went back to catch the end of John Courage’s set, and was pleasantly surprised to see that their set up consisted of acoustic guitar/vocals, and double-strung folk harp. Nice to see something out of the ordinary….
I picked up a few CDs: on my first trip, I meant to pick up the Joan of Arc album, but it was late arriving, and I had to leave with Owen’s EP, Minus the Bear’s They Make Beer Commercials Like This, and Polar Bear’s Shorts Are For Warm. All excellent investments, I might add. I especially like the Polar Bears EP; it really captures a lot of the things I like about their live show, but with a greater clarity than I’ve heard either time I’ve seen them. I went back later in the week to pick up Joan of Arc, Dick Cheney, Mark Twain…; the jury’s still out on that one. When it’s good, it’s great, but there’s a lot of it that’s gonna need some time to digest. On the third listen, I was catching a lot of stuff I’d missed initially, and while this is definitely no Live in Chicago, 1999, it looks like it’s really going to reward close listening.
Oh yeah, and I’ve decided to kidnap Morgan’s cat.
More later. Lots of good comics came out that I might talk about. But I promise that a lot and don’t deliver. As if any of you care about my comic reading habits.
