Proof of Concept
Pansy Division at the Cafe DuNord really rawked last night. and Harold Ray Live (scroll down a bit) was pretty damned amazing in itself; 6 guys and some skaaed up R&B- go see 'em Saterday!
I came into live music late; it wasn't until my mid 20's, when I ended up being sent to Austin for training and got housed right off of 6th Street. I spent msot every night out. listeningto the bands... Back here, I found it to be a harder trick; I didn't have friends really into music, and on my own it was a hit nand miss affair, tho ocasionaly things would click: Mexican punk band night in San Jose was great fun, Cracker & Counting Crows with Steve, getting seriously cruised by the leggy woman playing bass at a blues bar in Cupertino, and hiking halfway across Berkeley to see the Vox Humana - "I would peel your grapes for you," indeed. I danced myself silly with the hippies come down the mountain to see Rusted Root play, and it was during a Spearhead concert in Santa Cruz that I realized that yes, I really was a fag, and decided to do something about it..
And then I moved to SF, and somewhere along the way, I more or less stopped going to such. Well, every once and a while I will remember the Eagle's live music Thursday- two bloody blocks away, even. Too much effort, nah? Sheesh, I need to fix that- I spend too much time these days pretending to be a sick old man, and I forget how damned much fun it can be.
Lord, the things I forget...
Anyways, the show was lots of fun, but way too late on a school night for me to stay for it all. I did snag the new album tho, after hearing therm play a few tracks; s'niff. Now, for my next trick...
Otherwise tho; Red's tempting me with the monogmous FB thing again - since he's become a spot more versatile, and I've become less and less inclined to pull random tricks (and more convinced that I'm going to be not dating for a fair while yet...), it seems - intriguing. Specific exceptions would be negotiable, and the sex would still be safe, tho playing at the 'Hugs would be right out - fine by me, for the right reasons. The potential grief would be that it would be a relationship with lots of intimacy and responsiblity but shaky foundations- lotsa of room for heartache there.
Ah, sometimes, there is only the pain to remind you that life is worth living....
The speakers have been working fine for three days at work now, tho, th I can't kick up the volume past 2 without rattling the cubicle walls. Yea, and they are good...
I came into live music late; it wasn't until my mid 20's, when I ended up being sent to Austin for training and got housed right off of 6th Street. I spent msot every night out. listeningto the bands... Back here, I found it to be a harder trick; I didn't have friends really into music, and on my own it was a hit nand miss affair, tho ocasionaly things would click: Mexican punk band night in San Jose was great fun, Cracker & Counting Crows with Steve, getting seriously cruised by the leggy woman playing bass at a blues bar in Cupertino, and hiking halfway across Berkeley to see the Vox Humana - "I would peel your grapes for you," indeed. I danced myself silly with the hippies come down the mountain to see Rusted Root play, and it was during a Spearhead concert in Santa Cruz that I realized that yes, I really was a fag, and decided to do something about it..
And then I moved to SF, and somewhere along the way, I more or less stopped going to such. Well, every once and a while I will remember the Eagle's live music Thursday- two bloody blocks away, even. Too much effort, nah? Sheesh, I need to fix that- I spend too much time these days pretending to be a sick old man, and I forget how damned much fun it can be.
Lord, the things I forget...
Anyways, the show was lots of fun, but way too late on a school night for me to stay for it all. I did snag the new album tho, after hearing therm play a few tracks; s'niff. Now, for my next trick...
Otherwise tho; Red's tempting me with the monogmous FB thing again - since he's become a spot more versatile, and I've become less and less inclined to pull random tricks (and more convinced that I'm going to be not dating for a fair while yet...), it seems - intriguing. Specific exceptions would be negotiable, and the sex would still be safe, tho playing at the 'Hugs would be right out - fine by me, for the right reasons. The potential grief would be that it would be a relationship with lots of intimacy and responsiblity but shaky foundations- lotsa of room for heartache there.
Ah, sometimes, there is only the pain to remind you that life is worth living....
The speakers have been working fine for three days at work now, tho, th I can't kick up the volume past 2 without rattling the cubicle walls. Yea, and they are good...