Fucking Hell... what a weekend. Sitting in my office in a daze after waking up at the crack of 6 pm on Sunday sure can put things in perspective sometimes. The gig on Thursday with Knock Out, Battle Born and The Waking Light was pretty sweet, and Knock Out was a Hell of a lot better than the last time I saw them @ the Icehouse, that's for sure. They kept their shitty ska versions of Misfits songs towards the end of their set, and everything leading up to that was pretty damn good, even the Descendents cover of Bikeage that they dedicated to Mike. Battle Born just killed it and sounded phenomenal through the pro P.A. inside of the Cheyenne. I missed the majority of their set because I was outside doing a photo shoot for some random girl from L.A. who said she was gonna make me a Star. :-0 hahahaha Aluminum Falcon played their, what, 3rd gig I think, and the momentum seems to be building, one group of fans at a time. Lots of good words and positive vibes after we were done playing. The bass player from Knock Out rubbed my tummy and told me I was a great drummer... lol. Somebody took video of the night, and Senor Tyson was nice enough to post that shit on YouTube, of course.
My goal during this next song is to break cymbals. The collection on my garage wall can attest to the fact that it happens all the time, but not this night unfortunately. :-(
Yeah, it was a good night until I got home and heard that my friend Michelle Flipside had passed away. She was only 45, much too young and pretty to go. She was a cancer survivor as well, which just makes the event even more of a tragedy than it already is. I seriously think I met her at a Vermin gig @ Favorites back in 1994. I used to see her column pop up in Flipside every now and then and be like, 'Who is this chick writing up the Local gigs? I wanna meet her.' She hyped up the Vermin gig in her column, saying she'd be there, and I went there specifically to meet her, and once I did, I was smitten. She was Smart and Witty and Cute as all gets, and she loved to have fun - how could you not adore that? After that we spent time together and afterwords we were constantly running into each other at the Wet Stop or the Double Down or wherever the cool gigs in town were happening, hanging out, shooting pool or shooting the shit, always drinking, always having fun. For some reason that slips my mind she moved away and we lost touch, like you do. Thankfully, through the magic of Facebook, we re-connected and would spend the occasional hours talking about things at all odd hours of the night and morning, where she would share with me her Thoughts and Plans and Memories, always full of Life, always sounding just the same as she always was, even though she'd been through a lot since we last chatted. Just a huge fucking tragedy that she's gone, and I take little comfort in the fact that she's not suffering anymore. Death fucking sucks. I hate it. My condolences to her Husband Richard and all of her Family at this terrible time. I'm going to miss the Hell out of you Chelle. Godspeed to you. Easy be the Journey. I love you.
Everything is updated. All the Pictures from the Guilty By Association 10th Anniversary gig @ Yayo Taco are up on the website. I'm not feeling too well right now. I think I'm gonna go puke. Later.