Light in the darkness

The last 10 days have been, well, challenging.

However, I discovered that one of my favorite bands, who I first saw on a 3-bill in Las Vegas, is coming to grace our fair city with their rawness.

Swinging Utters @ Firebird 6/24

It's been about 5 years since I last saw them.

It's about time.

Let the superfecta begin.

Superfecta starts tonight - 4 shows in 4 days.

1. Ezra Furman & Harpoons @ Firebird

2. Cosmic Cow @ Llewellyns

3. Bass Drum of Death with Bagheera@ Firebird

4. 30 Seconds to Mars @ Pageant.

It's official.

I love my life.

Suckin' it up...

It's been "a week".

Can't really go into it, but have tried my best to block out the din and rise above the muck this week.

What's getting me through is the awesomeness I have planned this weekend.

Friday, hanging with J - movie, then Herbies, then off for some pinball and happy shenanigans.

Saturday b-fest at my new hangout, Van Goghz, followed by lunchy & records with K, then getting my punk on with my stylist, and ending the night with a movie, dinner and some New Wave covers at Llewellyns in Webster Groves with C.

Sunday day is hanging with the fam, then off to see my FAVORITE Stl band, Bagheera, with K.

What am I doing right now? I'm working for the weekend.... :-)

Can I share your eyeliner, Jordan Catalano?

Man. I dorked.

My musical tastes are pretty infinite. Jay-Z, Tuck & Patti, Buddy Guy, Meat Beat Manifesto, Dead Can Dance, This Mortal Coil, Robyn Hitchcock to name a few. And I really like 30 Seconds To Mars. Don't love them, but like them, and am in the mood for some really good emo rock right about now and a reminder of my young adulthood.

See, Jared Leto will always be Jordan Catalano to me. You know, the deeply emotional but scarred and scared crush to Angela on "My So Called Life".

I admire a man-band that can pull off the eyeliner and nail polish and not come across as whiny wannabe rocker-posers. And they pull it off. Zexy.

But I waited too long and didn't get tickets to the rock show next Monday.

And I am bumming in a big way.

Thinking I might have to hang out in front of the Pageant to see if I can score some affordable tix.

Sigh.

My fave make-out songs are taking a beating...

I am a child of the 80's.

I made out (and still try to, on occasion) to such hits as "Take My Breath Away", Bon Jovi's "Never Say Goodbye" or "Slave To Love" by Bryan Ferry.

Recently, two of my beloved mackin' songs have been RUINED, yes, RUINED.

First, MacGruber tainted Mr. Mister's "Broken Wings" when they created the most horrifying sex scene in the history of film. See below:



This made both my eyes and ears bleed.

But then Juicy Fruit messed with "Angel" from Aerosmith.

I will never chew the Fruit again.



The horror.