Wow, I am in a lousy mood today. Woe be to the poor bastard who tries to reach me on the phone….
I am, however, seeing a darkish Goth-alt-country band tonight, across the street from my office at the wonderful Turner Hall; Murder by Death. Here are some samples:
It will either cure my mood or deepen it.
…it is, however, dependent on whether I can get the goddam ticket sitch straightened out, they haven’t been delivered yet. Gotta see if I can switch them to Will Call…
Empire Of The Senseless 
OK, the Pabst/Riverside/Turner axis of concert is so cool that all I need to do is show up when the doors open today and they will reprint my errant tickets. It’s as easy as that!
Is it boredom? I think that’s what makes me want to strangle everyone on the planet.
Same crap over & over & over & over & who can tell if it is a different day?
Jeez, if only there were a couple bars in your neighborhood you’d be all set…
Just in case, I replenished the Office Closet today…
It will either cure my mood or deepen it.
Isn’t that how it always is? Find solace, old chum!
So, how was the show? Are you now close personal friends with the entire band like you usually are (not that I’m jealous or anything. Nope.)?
I am with the opening band, SaintSeneca, who were really good. Murder by Death didn’t come out after their set before I had to leave.
Very odd, but while I was grooving to the band on the floor, I felt something in my hair, turning around, a young lady was laughing and said she couldn’t resist playing with my hair. It’s not even very long right now…
That’s the best part of having real long hair. Some drunk chick always wants to braid it. They usually don’t notice the boner…
That’s the funny thing, my hair is not that long. It is, however, thick and wavy and that kind of mixed-gray that middle aged guys can pull off.