last night i went to a really fun show and saw some really nice people and didn't get to drink enough, but perhaps it's for the best, because i still managed to set myself on fire, but i'm pretty sure with my current haircut you really can't tell anyways....so if you get the chance, see the ponys (out of chicago) ... i've already regaled ? you with the greatness of the hunches and the minds etc. and they both played last night as well & after last night i've been newly converted, not that i ever lost the faith, from those guys i could never stray anyways, but i'm feeling lucky to live in portland again for sure, ..... .... .... which means that i may get hit by a train tonight, but it will serve me right, going out to an indie rock showcase the very same night after that deliciousness of rock still warm in my broken ears .... and this is unrelated to anything, but why is it that the blues make hurting so good and achy and hollow and all right? cause sometimes the world is what it is, and sometimes it's ok to drink or not and sing about it. and sometimes, it's ok to shake it.
# posted by josephine @ 5:35 PM
