Slim Cessna at Empty Bottle
Slim Cessna's Auto Club. Love them. The Empty Bottle is a cozy-sized club and Slim and company caused a slam-dancing revival. I was raised as a Southern Baptist - folks speaking in tongues, pot lucks, the laying of hands, brimstone preachers - the whole get-god-or-hot-foot-it-in-hell-shindig. Now take all that power and glory and dedicate it to music rather than religion...and that's kinda what a Slim Cessna Show is like. They're one of the best damn bands I've seen. EVER.
This was me dancing at the show:
I would like to point out, as it has been mentioned to me, that those are exclamation marks not my hair. I haven't danced like that since an entire Thai church laid hands on me trying to help me find Jesus in foreign lands. Ok, that's a lie. I didn't dance that day. That day kinda sucked.
Onward and possibly upward. Check it, I finally have bookcases and nailed up some art so that my apartment (after having lived there a year and a half) no longer looks like a clean squat:
