No phone no pool no pets

After an uneasy sweaty slumber in the late afternoon I rolled down to D’s where I listened to Throbbing Gristle on my iPod while watching the old men watch the young girls. Very appropriate soundtrack. Then to the Harp with Liam and Nicolette, where I brought them cigarettes and he bought me a beer. Noticed the manager and one of the checkers from the supermarket making out at the next table.

I’ve been listening to all this 90s indie music this week and it’s so damned mopey. Great stuff but after a while it makes me feel like I’m temping again and my pants don’t fit and I’m at Jabberjaw in 1995 or something. That club came up in conversation last night. Good and bad memories. Good ones of seeing Sprinkler there or Ukefink, bad memories of the Olympia WA elite being snooty and the neighborhood scaring the hell out of me.

Pictures posted in diedrich of gigantic burrito. Seriously gigantic burrito.

No Louie Louie yet

I just finished reading Lords of Chaos: The Bloody Rise of the Satanic Metal Underground, which is a really fine book. Norwegian Black Metal is quite a story, including arson, murder, Nazism, very confused teenagers, more murder, more Nazism, and a whole hell of a lot of high-pitched singing and grinding guitars. My favorite band so far is Abruptum, who are led by a dwarf who considers himself so evil that he can have no human name, and is therefore called “It”.

The kids across the street are having a party and their “band” is playing. So far they have played the intro to just about every song with a cool intro, including:

• Seven Nation Army
  
• Crazy Train
  
• Pipeline
  
• Smoke on the Water
  
• Sweet Home Alabama
  
• Sweet Child of Mine
  

They’re nice kids with basically good taste, but they should learn a whole song some day.

Cold pizza the next day is God’s Perfect Food.