December 08, 2007

HERE COMES IRREGULAR

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The night of the ice storm, me and Al had a tea party and talked about free love and what being over thirty is about. It'll have to do for a while, since last night he left town and moved to Carrboro. Home again, home again, jiggity jog.

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Years ago, when Milemarker moved to town from Carrboro, c. Frigid Forms, I heard they were anarchist-socialist assholes. Turns out they were actually inspiring radical weirdos, nicer than most anyone from these parts. I think people were pissed because they were the best band in town and already popular--they were so inspiring, radical and weird, it showed the rest of us up.

P1040028.jpgIn the years since then he's been my neighbor, my room-mate, my editor, my family, my band-mate, my tour mate, my art coach, my anarchist-socialist asshole--and, if you ask our old landlord--my no good ex-husband as well. Bye friend! See you soon!

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Look closely--can you spot the hidden bicycle in this image?

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If you read Nelson Algren's Neon Wilderness and imagine it any other way than this, well, you imagined wrong. If he's writing about Polish people and they aren't in a bar or apartment on Division, this is right about where they are.

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Or they might be here, where Miles is standing. I lured him out into the snowstorm with a gingerbread muffin I made, like in a fairytale.

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I did not bake him into a pie or strand him in the forest though. Instead, we went to The Crotch, and JR showed us proof of his cop blood. Homemade target, shot with bebes--a perfect bulls eye at 10 feet.

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This week's motto: SKATE OR DIE!

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After skate night, there was the Auxes/Head of Skulls/Yakuza show. It was so nice to see my old friends and former bandmates, and Mike Triplett, who plays in Auxes too. Mike was in a coma, but now he's in this band. Everyone is psyched he lived to shred again. Auxes closed their set with a Wipers cover; fists were pumped and lifted towards heaven.

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JR was there, channeling Donald Fagen.

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Ben was acting hard over by the hunting video game.

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After seeing five jazz shows in the last week, it was funny to see someone play a saxophone with their shirt off, then sort of air-fuck it and then scream and growl and jump in the pit, but that's how Bruce Lamont rolls-- the sole force behind putting reed instruments into progressive shred metal.

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I bet theres a few dozen ladies in town that would pay cash money for that sort of attention from Bruce.

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As I took this picture, Al was saying "Oh great, another picture to put on your blog." THAT'S RIGHT BOY-O!

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