Well firstly, as of about an hour ago: O.D.B. = R.I.P.
Holy shit. Y’all know how I feel about the Wu-Tang. They’ve gotten me through some Times.
Secondly, re: the election? Fuck “the healing” people. There’s still a lot of shit to get through before we can begin the “discourse” to “earn the support” of the reasonable half of the nation. So fuck Bush and his “collateral,” or umm, “mandate?” Whatever.
Yeah. So that.
Anyway, on the bright side, if anything, it was lot of post-election fun dancing to Le Tigre last weekend with a crowd of boozers, fetishists, smokers, queers, hellions, freaks and even ladies lugging huge fucking designer hand-purse-bag-totes-umm-monstrosities yelling “YOU MAKE ME SICK!” watching pictures of Dubya getting brushed out by, like, Microsoft Paint® behind them during their DVD screen backdrop during “Seconds.”
So. That was okay, too.
And tomorrow, I get to finally. FINALLY. See The Pixies. Though I wish I was as excited as I was in February when I actually bought my tickets.
God, it’s really sad when I begin to lament a shitty month like February.
Anyway, if I see you at the show tomorrow, I promise not be so angry. Probably.