The best thing about SXSW is being in Dallas
March 15th @ Trees: Hot Hot Heat (Urch might also enjoy Death From Above 1979 at Gypsie instead)
March 16th @ Haileys: Crooked Fingers (Same day, Clem Snide at Gypsie Tea Room and French Kicks at Trees, but I'd rather seen Crooked Fingers)
March 31st @ Trees: Decemberists
It's about damn time I get to see some rock. The last major show I saw was the Guided by Voice show some time late last year, and the only show at all I've seen this year was Riesgo's last show at Mable Peabodies.
This weekend was by and large pleasant and relaxing. I cleaned up the apartment on Saturday, and then Kat and Matthias came over and we fried some calamari and some veggie stir fry. Matthias told me to get the stove as hot as it would get, and I asked him if he was sure about that because we were working with a cast iron skillet, canola oil, and a gas stove, so it gets pretty damn hot. In fact, I got the oil hot enough that when he put the breaded calamari rings into the oil, they almost immediately blackened. Woops. We let the oil cool off and then had much more success and had a pleasant, full, slightly inebriated evening before I conked out on Dylan at 11:30 while watching Plan 9 From Outer Space. Flying saucers just have a limited amount of entertainment value as far as I'm concerned, even if I do enjoy some kitchy sci-fi horror.
Sunday Dylan and I actually managed to stay more or less asleep until almost 9:30, which is impressive for us. With our day job schedule, it's getting more and more difficult to sleep in, to the extent that we woke up at 8:30 am on Saturday, looked at each other, and pretty much both said, "Damn it, I can't sleep anymore," and got up. So any day I manage to sleep in till 9:30 is off to a pretty good start. We got our customary cup of Kharma Cafe (ah, Kharma!) and then went our separate ways, he to finish cleaning out his shoebox and get 100% moved in and myself to go to Good Records and charge up my credit card (cause I have no money due to the bounced paycheck) and by some new music:
Lou Barlow "Emoh" = phenominal
Crooked Fingers "Dignaty and Shame" = phemominal
Clem Snide "End of Love" = pretty good, but as not nearly as good as the other two albums
Seriously, you guys should go by the Lou Barlow and Crooked Fingers, they are both sooooo good in that mellow indie rock kind of way. And "Emoh" is the first Lou Barlow effort that has all his good Lou Barlow songs and none of the annoying ones (my biggest lament about Sebadoh is that for every really good pop song jewel Lou writes, there is another grating WTF song, and "Emoh" lacks the WTF songs entirely, every song is amazing). And the new Decemberists (purchased the previous weekend when I thought I had money) is really good too.
My job is pissing me off a lot today, but that's nothing new, so I won't go into today's grievances.
March 16th @ Haileys: Crooked Fingers (Same day, Clem Snide at Gypsie Tea Room and French Kicks at Trees, but I'd rather seen Crooked Fingers)
March 31st @ Trees: Decemberists
It's about damn time I get to see some rock. The last major show I saw was the Guided by Voice show some time late last year, and the only show at all I've seen this year was Riesgo's last show at Mable Peabodies.
This weekend was by and large pleasant and relaxing. I cleaned up the apartment on Saturday, and then Kat and Matthias came over and we fried some calamari and some veggie stir fry. Matthias told me to get the stove as hot as it would get, and I asked him if he was sure about that because we were working with a cast iron skillet, canola oil, and a gas stove, so it gets pretty damn hot. In fact, I got the oil hot enough that when he put the breaded calamari rings into the oil, they almost immediately blackened. Woops. We let the oil cool off and then had much more success and had a pleasant, full, slightly inebriated evening before I conked out on Dylan at 11:30 while watching Plan 9 From Outer Space. Flying saucers just have a limited amount of entertainment value as far as I'm concerned, even if I do enjoy some kitchy sci-fi horror.
Sunday Dylan and I actually managed to stay more or less asleep until almost 9:30, which is impressive for us. With our day job schedule, it's getting more and more difficult to sleep in, to the extent that we woke up at 8:30 am on Saturday, looked at each other, and pretty much both said, "Damn it, I can't sleep anymore," and got up. So any day I manage to sleep in till 9:30 is off to a pretty good start. We got our customary cup of Kharma Cafe (ah, Kharma!) and then went our separate ways, he to finish cleaning out his shoebox and get 100% moved in and myself to go to Good Records and charge up my credit card (cause I have no money due to the bounced paycheck) and by some new music:
Lou Barlow "Emoh" = phenominal
Crooked Fingers "Dignaty and Shame" = phemominal
Clem Snide "End of Love" = pretty good, but as not nearly as good as the other two albums
Seriously, you guys should go by the Lou Barlow and Crooked Fingers, they are both sooooo good in that mellow indie rock kind of way. And "Emoh" is the first Lou Barlow effort that has all his good Lou Barlow songs and none of the annoying ones (my biggest lament about Sebadoh is that for every really good pop song jewel Lou writes, there is another grating WTF song, and "Emoh" lacks the WTF songs entirely, every song is amazing). And the new Decemberists (purchased the previous weekend when I thought I had money) is really good too.
My job is pissing me off a lot today, but that's nothing new, so I won't go into today's grievances.