Asheville was a trip, from what I can remember. Which is why I missed Halloween. I got ripped to the tits Thursday night, and would have died of alcohol poisoning on Friday. That, and my costume didn't work out (note: remember to read directions when dying clothes). But it had a few high points.
I was in the zombie walk and yelled at/got yelled at by a bunch of Palin tourists. And the lame zombie rap group. I know, sounds like it would be col, but no. It's not. Pretty sure I was on public access last week, too. Fuck, I could smell Brother Chris from 20 feet. And that man has a tv show.
Finally got to see Billy Bragg Sunday night. Awesome show. Even though I had fucking x's on my hands because of my out-of-state ID. Ran home after the Watson Twins' set to grab my passport and remedy that. Billy Bragg played all my favorite songs. Bought a Watson Twins album. Pressed on white vinyl. Always been a sucker for colored vinyl.
Anyway. go vote tomorrow.
MP3:
The Ergs! - Linus and Lucy