Weekend Round Up

This weekend saw the Shelter for the Storm benefit shows I, along with a heap of other people somehow related to local music, helped coordinate. That meant Friday I was at the Ballroom to see the Nice Jenkins headlining. Which was better than I expected for myriad reasons. Mainly, I thought the band sounded better than ever which was nice. Plus I had good company, a good buzz, and somehow managed to avoid the feelings sometimes brought on by extended Ballroom exposure [see previous note re buzz]. We raised a bit of money and hopefully all shows combined genrated enough to make a bit of difference down South.

Saturday was fairly worthless, aside from the penis shaped baking pan i so graciously received as a gift that day and the subsequent gorging on penis brownies and ice cream in which we partook. nice

Sunday, after Adam and I trekked to Target for etceteras, like you do, I came home to find my cat trapped in the sewer. In terms of cats I've known over the years, and not just because he's mine, I think Holmes is fairly cunning, but I understand that this foible places him squarely in that category of 'retarded' amongst most of my friends and fellow countrymen. A call to the fire department later, and theyre on my street with the huge hook and ladder truck making the biggest scene of the affair possible. Largely, I think, just to drive home the point that 'this is the biggest waste of time for us so we're going to make it the grandest affair ever. Your cat is an idiot and you obviously raised him as such.' Sweet. Anyway the cat was soon saved [only to go missing again later that night...but hes back now, for good, i swear] and our Sunday summer bbq could commence in peace, with at least one psuedo interesting story to relay throughout the evening. Unfortunately, attendance at the bbq was lacking, due, i figure, to the fact that it doesn't even really feel like summer anymore so people must just be really confused. Naturally, I'm sure it had nothing to do with us. Especially since this time we provided arts and crafts to entertain the masses...and the paintings came out GREAT, i swear. I'm sure they can find a home hanging in our basement, maybe next to the animal skull we recently found near the dryer.

As for the CD reviews I had such hopes and dreams for prior to actually starting this...well theyve fallen by the wayside haven't they. In fact lately I've been listening solely NPR, Interpol, and two tracks off the Bloc Party remix CD [2 & 3--good god isn't three good?!]. But now Ray's burned me the extraordinaires cd Adam has been raving about of late [so this isn't their page, but come on, it's awesome isnt it?...especially the sax player they photoshopped in] so maybe that will get reviewed? Maybe ill keep being lazy and continue not to give opinions on anything? Maybe I'll get off this danm thing and get ready for work already?