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time is feeling so whirlwindy that i can barely think. so i will go day by day.

friday - work was cukoo crazy and i was rush rush rushing and thinking to myself - was i really in new orleans just four days ago? - but there was gypsy punk to be had. so i ran home got myself some acceptable fashiony goodness, confirmed that the video camera was charged and ready for filming and zipped right back to the same neighborhood i work in :) to have a whole different kind of fun. met up with postmaudlin for a wonderful partner in crime / date for the night, and dancy danced and filmy filmed and fell in love with humanwine and looked at all of the pretty things and got short but sweet facetime with whittles ,  fightingwords , mc_kingfish , rivetpepsquad and a few other folks that i am sure have LJ's but i don't know them. home late (as usual from a hubba) and got all the videos up on the youtubes. phew and crash out.

sat - wake up early since rooster has an early film shoot. make the coffee, open the windows that the hard morning air that smacks your face and says wake up! this day is waiting! did some minor house cleaning, physical therapy for the arms and accordion practice. cranky and grumpy with arm pain. probably due to stress of sunday photo shoot. also know that the vagabondage logo is being looked at by the most awesome sagahar and maybe finalized, omg yay and nervous - what will it look like - squee!!! art for hubba postcard by the always impressive R.Black featuring vagabondage comes in - time to figure out how to get it printed (with thankful help from mc_kingfish ) and there is so much bandy band my head is swimming. rooster and i take the lucky dog to the park and then make a tasty tasty dinner and watch Ace in the Hole - but with commentary on - so i still need to watch it again. Damn Kirk Douglas is a sexy motherfucker.



sunday - eek ack eek. time change hell. wake up running late. suitcase of loaner clothes packed. coffee had. mid level anxiety about loaner clothes smelling like smoke and having to pay damages and being bankrupted. run out, pick up loaner corset, happy face, no time for coffee,sad face, stop by store for bread to go with lunch for crew, damn traffic ARGH ARGH ARGH, and in oakland only 15 minutes after elusis and lemonmerchant have arrived. elusis being the fantastic fucking art director. (pictured below). once i am there i take a deep breath and chill the fuck out. fancy is made, wine is opened, clothes are played with, and smoking is delayed for when clothes are zipped away safe in the suitcase. later red beans and rice rock my world, we all jam a little together, and then once it's just me and punk we put away two more bottles of too expensive wine and end the night with a lot of yay.



monday - omg i love having mondays off. wake up to the new vagabondage logo. HOLY HOT DAMN ITS FUCKING COOL. and hold on now that the shoot is done and i've seen the new logo - my arms hurt less. hilarious. wake up slow with a mean fucking headache and coffee helps. putter around doing art work and de-cat hairing the loaners and checking everything back in. drop rooster off at another film shoot, head into town to return stuff - whoohoo no damages. meet up with smallstages for coffee that turns into a snack that turns into dinner - she so tricked me! :) then to punks for regular monday practice and to do a first run through of the pics and then a few songs jam - damn love that upright bass, and blackened catfish and then to hubba to see elusis do her awesome singy thing. so good. SO FUCKING GOOD. and then home and rooster is catching a cold from too many outdoor film shoots.

today - back at work trying to get into the groove and feeling too hyper. dinner later with a friend and then weds - sun every night is zorn zorn zorn. it's a little overwhelming. but damn i am excited.

drinking vs incredible responsibility

so tonight originally i was planning to do a work bonding thing after hours. but lo and behold the cohort and i couldn't make it work. raincheck. so i get home and rooster is still at school planning for her thesis defense. so i practice accordion for an hour. then i do all of the dishes. then i dust. then i watch some trashy tv which just feels annoying and so instead i shut that off and work out.

now i am sweaty with a clean house and parts of a new song written.  (its the c triangle pattern at the top moving down on the treble)
plus i am not out any extra cash. plus from working out and wearing decent shoes today my shins feel better.

the main theme running through today is the nature hangover from yesterday. i know i am idealizing but i want more fairfax. more berryessa. more fields and farms and strange musical people banging on things in sheds. i want to bang on things in sheds. one of my friends in oakland has sheds and things to bang and i just wish i could live in her sheds and bang on things all of the time.

i want to lose days to making music and getting sunburned. i want to take off and just drive and not worry.
and then i want to worry and make big salads and lose all of my stress in gardening and tea and coffee on my front beat up wooden porch.
i want you to come over and drink wine out of a clean jar or coffee cup with me while the air gets night time cooler and the crickets start rocking it out.

so now. i figure out. how does moving to new york fit in with all of this. how does the travel need fit in. and i can tell you in some ways. i think its touring. its just travelling and letting the adventures be and letting home be and not working so hard to define and make plans. see i spend so much time making plans that i don't end up sticking to them. it's just want want plan plan and then here i am with no movement years later. this time. she offered. i accepted and tada i was in seattle. and soon tada i'll be in atlanta. and then tada in milwaukee. see. there is a way of just doing it that makes it happen more easily. the new job and better money helps with all of that. easier to buy plane tickets with decent income. but also. there are ways to make it work.

i feel like i am waking up again.
i guess we all need naptime.
but damn - i am just so... ready for this shit.

Last night after a cozy day of watching the extras on the new Twin Peaks boxset and making turkey soup. Rooster and I gussied ourselves up a bit to go meet her classmates at a show Rooster kept calling the opening of the lesbian season. The band Uh Huh Her was playing at Bottom of the Hill. Their claim to fame - one of the actresses from the L Word is in the band. She was also in the Murmurs. She is a good musician - but somehow after we arrived - I don't think that most  of the attendees were there for the music as much as for the competitve sport of celebrity spotting. One of Roosters classmates (who is a big hoohoo) has been wanting to go do gayrod stuff with us for a while. She got super excited about us all going to the show and Rooster and I are both fans of hers so we were all... sure.

Now first let me say - there were two opening bands. We saw one - Origami. And they were good Le Tigre inspired gurl rock. They were fun. They had beats that worked it out and a fun stage presence. I bought one of their records. It was yay. During their set the band members (aka L Word celebrity and bandmate) stood next to me to check out Origami. I noticed them right away - mostly because I saw the L Word gurl hoisting up their drinks as she brought them over and was concerned that she was as drunk as everyone else there and was going to spill it on me. She didn't (yay) and they just watched the show for about 10 minutes. Within four minutes people started realizing OMG OMG OMG. The  band members were chill about it and just trying to watch the band. But soon they gave up and went into the back patio to smoke and make phone calls. How do I know this? Half of the people we were there with went out back to see if they could "randomly" meet them.

Fast forward to the actual headliners. The crowd is drunk. The scene is a medley of Shane (L Word character) lookalikes, other random L Word fashion look a likes, bad suburban 80's fashion, some sort of Sylvester Stallone in the first Rocky fashion and hipster geeky college students. I haven't smelled so much crunchy hair product or seen so many wipeouts and randomly dropped drinks (without the realizing that they were dropped) in a long time. The fashion I mention because most of the people there seemed so uncomfortable in it. Like they were still hunting for who they were and trying to take their cues from a television show. A television show is a product that the network is trying to sell you. Each character - is someone else's idea of how to package market and sell a personality that you will connect or identify with. I saw all of these people pulling on this marketed suit of identity and wearing it around trying to hide who they were underneath it and a strong coating of alchohol. It was weird. I am used to people in many types and walks of fashion and aside from a "damn gurl that's hot" reaction - I really don't notice as long as people inhabit their skin. I felt like I was in a room of people masquerading in their own skin. It was just so disorienting.

Best moment of the night was all about how not prepared to be on tour the band was. Their rythm section was an ipod and there were techinical difficulties galore. Finally someone yelled "you need a drummer" which they agreed with and invited the yeller up onstage to airdrum. Not only was this awesome - the person was actually a drummer so the airdrums were right on track. It was awesome and one of the few moments where the band really had the audience in the palm of their hand. The band was good - but with only an ep under their belt, a temporary guitarist and the aforementioned ipod, they didn't seem quite ready for prime time. Which I actually think was part of the issue with the audience. The band is too "in development" to have a core following of music fans yet, and so all of the attendees were really just there to see "that chick from the L Word." Without an actual tie to the music or the musical aesthetic of the band, the crowd was disjointed fan folks, uninspired by the opening acts (bored really is the word I would use for what I saw - even though the band rocked) and getting themselves progressively drunker and drunker to kill time.

We left a little early after, even when standing in the back with lots of room we were getting nearly knocked over from the stumbling people, and the band had more tech issues, frustrated banter about what they DIDN'T have happening up there then they had songs. Mental note: the songs should always be longer than the in between song banter unless you have amazing stories ala Tom Waits or Patti Smith.

So that was my night. Got home too late. Tired this morning. I still like Origami, but I will be waiting until Uh Huh Her is a little less green until I listen again.

zorn show last night - while it was his compositions - had precious little actual zorn. i loved the show. i wish that mike patton would've held more of his jazz percussions and a bit less of the rock crowd pandering regurgitation noises - but you know - that's a talent too. my preference just leans on the jazz side. trevor dunn and joey baronne were hot fucking shit on fire though. reminds me of when i would see dave lombardo play with... was it with cobra? back at slims. so amazing. rooster and i ended up making pals with a really nice and cool photographer from glasgow pre show and that was a really good way to warm up for the show. we were right in front and i got to have the percussion set my heartbeat for most of the show. i love that. but upon encore # 2 but absolute orgasm moment of the night. john zorn conducting. the energy on stage when that happens. watching the interplay and the schoolkid grins and focus on every players face. that's when i see the heart of the music. the meat of it. being in the front always allows me a more visceral experience so i don't just get stuck in my head appreciating the math rock elements of avante. but when i can see that interplay - it's when it all comes together and i feel like a schoolkid with the performers. waiting with baited breath for what they'll do next.

best overheard quote of the night "it's all the evil metal promised but never delivered"

MySpace.com - Ida Maria - Stockholm/Nesna, SE - Indie / Rock / Punk - www.myspace.com/idamaria

So today I am cruising around and I see this description

Ida Maria. Straight out of Sweden/Norway (and you know how much we love all the blissful pop from the Scandanavia regions) and blending Karen O with Chrissie Hynde and Patti Smith and then crossing it all up with the cutesiness of Bjork.

So of course I go to her Myspace page and am all - OMG while listening to the song OhMyGod. Which in itself is sort of hilarious. I usually hate finding musical artists on myspace - mostly b/c of how often i get spammed by musicians who don't even look at my profile or the type of musics i like before friending me. However I am blogging this here because a. her music is awesome and b. i don't want it to be one of those things that i hear and love and forget.

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i don't think i know a single song that i wouldn't want the bass line turned up on
DAYUM i heart good bass lines

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
sexy

more real emotional nitty gritty later
for now

one of the best music videos / pieces of film i have seen in a long time. maybe ever
i love it and i can't stop gushing
http://www.addictingclips.com/Clip.aspx?key=C153D37F1F31159D