I am the proud owner of an old bike! If you recall, I had a brand-new beaut torn from my life after my third time riding it last January. My friends Kevin and Kellen have been kind enough to give me another—or, equally true, I’ve been kind (humble) enough to take it off their hands. Their mom bought it for them at a garage sale in Mandan, ND, but well over a year later, they still haven’t touched it.
When I saw the bike Friday night, it lie in the boys’ basement in a pile, a folded up and all apart dusty heap of rusted junk. I took it home and cleaned it up; it’s a little small and I’ll probably kill myself on it, but it seems to run all right. Given its condition when found (and my listening to waaaaaay too much Interpol), I’ve named it “The Lonely Parts.” I love it lots. Thanks, guys.
Speaking of Kellen, he had his first show on Monday with his band Wormwood. He sings. Incredibly. No, better than you’re thinking, he’s freaking amazing, and so is every member in the band. I know how sacrilegious it is to say this, but they remind me of Tool, both sonically and emotionally (and my emotional response to them). They played at the 4th Street Station/the Lab in St. Paul and were immediately offered to headline a Friday night sometime in the future.
Kevin has set up a preliminary website here. There’s not much there yet; the band is cautious about the distribution of their (yes, rough, but still brilliant) demos, so I can’t force you to listen to them now, but when they record their first EP, you will know.
Ahem. I saw Fischerspooner last night. Yes, I’m ashamed. It was interesting. Actually fun. I wouldn’t pay to see them again, though. I met a breaker-rivethead (I didn’t know they existed!) from San Francisco who flew in especially for this show, which is sold out everywhere in California. Identifying himself as a studio dancer, he was hella impressed with my footwork and astonished that I have never studied professionally and didn’t belong to a studio myself.
Ah yes—my night was made. Today I’ve been making myself sick on the Easter candy my mom sent. A good weekend indeed.
Bad Religion’s next Sunday, and I graduate in less than a month. Rock-n-roll.
Site News: the Ministry has a couple additions. The bored still sucks, but I can’t justify caring about it and taking the time to set up another when so few use it and I have so many other more interesting things to do and learn. So there.
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