melodic mania

while perhaps not the most aesthetically handsome band in the world, still fun. gotta love that supernatural something...for regular guys to stand up on stage & rock their shit (& be good at it) & have people begging for more-more dorky dance moves, more hips gyrating...just more of everything. offstage? these guys look like the trolls that work in the dmv, do your taxes, or ask for money in the haight outside of amoeba music.

onstage? magic.

best part of the night? the symmetry of seeing this old crackhead lady outside of the gold dust before we went to the show (waiting for ken, of course) - she tried to sell me a dolphin necklace made out of concrete or shells or something...and then having her reappear at the end of the night when we are getting into a cab...& ken telling her he wouldn't give her money because she was going to buy "crack rock with it".

i love balance in the weird sphere-makes it seem like there is a rhyme (though clearly no reason) to the ambiguity of the everyday.

(that sounded wise-don't be concerned, it wasn't).