Not a whole lot of time right now, just popping in to update with some news:
1. Tracey and I got tickets to see the Pixies in Chicago!!!! We're so excited - too bad we have eight months to wait.
2. Be sure to come to Milwaukee to witness the beauty and glory that is the Love of My Life when he puts on yet another stellar acoustic performance at the Mad Planet on Saturday 8 May, opening for Mirror America. I'd go on about how amazing he is, how I could listen to him sing for all eternity and never get bored, but he'll get all embarassed 'n stuff (hi, love).
3. Holy fucking RAWK balls, Batman. Check out Haymarket Riot. Guaranteed to blow your mind. Maybe you guys all know about them already - I'm a little slow, I admit it (but I have a kid, dammit! I have an excuse! I've been busy!). Catch their show at the Fireside Bowl in Chicago on Saturday 29 May.
4. Did a record spin at the Cactus Club on Sunday with Kurt - all went well, had a good time; got to annoy people with my Marlene Dietrich 45, so I'm happy. Will keep you posted if I'm spinning again, although if any of you guys want to hear my crappy records, I would recommend simply COMING TO MY GODDAMN HOUSE (which no one seems to do much these days.....time for another party, I think).
5. I'm gonna have another party, if for no other reason than I need some help with the bottle of Paddy's I bought in Ireland. Will keep you posted on potential dates.
6. Speaking of my goddamn house.... Greg called earlier, all excited about a few houses that he saw today in BayView. No sooner had he hung up the phone than I hear a loud bang followed by a crunchy gravelly sound coming from my kitchen. The guys upstairs - the lunatic crackheads posing as carpenters - must have decided it was a good idea to ram some kind of sharp object into the floor, because now, in the very spot where once I had a lovely, smooth, brown, water stain on the ceiling, I now have a skylight. Only, I'm on the second floor of a three-story building, so really, my skylight is nothing more than a direct view up the ass of whoever happens to be using the bathroom upstairs. Not to mention the fact that I've already been sweeping dust off my countertops for the last month due to the gap between my cupboards and that joke of a sophet above them.
7. On a better note, also home-related, the afore-mentioned Love of My Life spent three hours last night assembling an entertainment center (happy birthday to me!) and installing the pot rack (as in Pots 'n Pans Shelf, not Marijuana Dispenser) my mother so kindly bought for me. I now have four speakers hooked up to a new DVD/CD player, an entertainment center to hide said entertainment in, a handy dandy pot rack to free up some space in my dusty cupboards, and a Jawbox/Burning Airlines/Ani Difranco CD (thanks, Jason!) to blow my little brains out with. Let's just hope that the combination of anchors drilled into my kitchen walls and pure sonic fury doesn't literally bring my house down.
It could happen.