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While the weather outside may be a wonderful shade of misty grey, mother nature can't hide the fact that it's still a monday. I'm following my witch doctor's strict orders of plugging an I.V. of strong black coffee directly into my veins in an attempt to fend off exhaustion, although I suspect that my co-worker has mischieviously watered it down in an attempt to sabotage my constant battle with the insides of my eyelids. This is not paranoia mind you, I can tell he enjoys watching me suddenly wake from minidreams filled with swarming clouds of actionscript and terrible music on constant repeat, panicing and screaming. I signed on to this chicken-shit gig to kill aliens, not play entertainment monkey to others godamnit.
Took the male parental unit to see Roger Water's 'Dark Side' show down at the Hollywood Bowl as a very belated father's day thing last night, and once you got passed the worst traffic situation I have ever seen at the bowl, or even downtown Hollywood in general, it was fucking brilliant. Sure we missed the first 40 minutes or so which had me ready to tear out some traffic cop/event flunky's throat with my bare teeth (not the capped ones mind you), but we got to our seats eventually, and just in time for the floating pig to be released, so you know, I decided to be generous and forgive the unfortunate fucks of the world who weren't even given brains enough to wave a glowing baton properly a small break. I mean seriously, I've seen cracked out ravers with glow sticks show more profficiency at that job than traffic schmucks. But I digress.
Even with getting there late, we saw all of the 'Dark Side of the Moon' performance, which it should be said was mind blowing and perfect, and then to top it off, the old guy breaks out a 4 song mini 'The Wall' sampling for an encore, complete with the exact sound effects and samples between songs that those of us who, in our mispent youth had memorized instead of our history homework, go nuts about. Hell, he even had cannon explosions on stage. Good shit I tell you.
Took the male parental unit to see Roger Water's 'Dark Side' show down at the Hollywood Bowl as a very belated father's day thing last night, and once you got passed the worst traffic situation I have ever seen at the bowl, or even downtown Hollywood in general, it was fucking brilliant. Sure we missed the first 40 minutes or so which had me ready to tear out some traffic cop/event flunky's throat with my bare teeth (not the capped ones mind you), but we got to our seats eventually, and just in time for the floating pig to be released, so you know, I decided to be generous and forgive the unfortunate fucks of the world who weren't even given brains enough to wave a glowing baton properly a small break. I mean seriously, I've seen cracked out ravers with glow sticks show more profficiency at that job than traffic schmucks. But I digress.
Even with getting there late, we saw all of the 'Dark Side of the Moon' performance, which it should be said was mind blowing and perfect, and then to top it off, the old guy breaks out a 4 song mini 'The Wall' sampling for an encore, complete with the exact sound effects and samples between songs that those of us who, in our mispent youth had memorized instead of our history homework, go nuts about. Hell, he even had cannon explosions on stage. Good shit I tell you.