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It looks like I'm playing a show at the Kitty Cat Klub with Beatrix*Jar on Saturday. Awesome!
Will post details once I have 'em. If it's anything like every other show I've played there, it will be either snowing like crazy or bitterly, stupidly cold. Come on out and see if my new rig stands up to the rigors of live performance! I figure even if my gear doesn't work out, or it's stupid cold and no one comes, I'll still have drink tickets and pinball. And hey, that's all right.
Just a bit ago when I went to park the car, someone had come by and written "Hi!" in a big heart in the new snow on the window. And I thought it was adorable, so I took a picture with my phone, and it looked pretty good even though it was a phone picture because I was parked right under a streetlight and everything. And then I went to look at the photo once I was inside warming up, and my phone ate it. Sometimes I hate my phone, because it will do stuff like that. Its other favorite activity is to turn itself on and off or turn the ringer on and off randomly in my pocket, because there's no way to lock the side keys. Gaaaaaah! I can't believe this oversight from the designers of this phone. Apparently they did no consumer testing with any segment of the population that doesn't keep a phone in a purse. It's always exciting to find out after the play or the movie I attended that my phone had just decided to put its ringer back on without permission when I shifted in my seat, and how easily I could have been that asshole whose phone goes off in the middle. Gaaaaah. Fuck you and your shiny redness and your attractive little form-factor, LG Cherry Chocolate! I only tolerate you because I refuse to pay for a new phone outside of my standard upgrade plan!
So, anyway, I was going to give you all this nice wintry photo greeting, but my phone fucking ate it, so you get this rant full of swearing about my dumbass phone instead.
Will post details once I have 'em. If it's anything like every other show I've played there, it will be either snowing like crazy or bitterly, stupidly cold. Come on out and see if my new rig stands up to the rigors of live performance! I figure even if my gear doesn't work out, or it's stupid cold and no one comes, I'll still have drink tickets and pinball. And hey, that's all right.
Just a bit ago when I went to park the car, someone had come by and written "Hi!" in a big heart in the new snow on the window. And I thought it was adorable, so I took a picture with my phone, and it looked pretty good even though it was a phone picture because I was parked right under a streetlight and everything. And then I went to look at the photo once I was inside warming up, and my phone ate it. Sometimes I hate my phone, because it will do stuff like that. Its other favorite activity is to turn itself on and off or turn the ringer on and off randomly in my pocket, because there's no way to lock the side keys. Gaaaaaah! I can't believe this oversight from the designers of this phone. Apparently they did no consumer testing with any segment of the population that doesn't keep a phone in a purse. It's always exciting to find out after the play or the movie I attended that my phone had just decided to put its ringer back on without permission when I shifted in my seat, and how easily I could have been that asshole whose phone goes off in the middle. Gaaaaah. Fuck you and your shiny redness and your attractive little form-factor, LG Cherry Chocolate! I only tolerate you because I refuse to pay for a new phone outside of my standard upgrade plan!
So, anyway, I was going to give you all this nice wintry photo greeting, but my phone fucking ate it, so you get this rant full of swearing about my dumbass phone instead.
