Happy Hump Day

The week is rolling and that's a good thing! I can't wait for Saturday. I am excited as all get out right now. Looking forward to seeing what amazing changes Kelsey has made with the band. Pillow Theory kicked ass before regardless of all of the meaningless nonsense and drivel spouted by the sens(less)itive thug. Now they've got a new line-up and I'm jumping around in my head with anticipation.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
@ CBGB's
313 Bowery
11:30 pm
come celebrate the rebirth of pILLOW tHEORY with me.
It's gonna be a hell of a night

Anyway, last night found me on my way to S.O.B.'s a few days early to catch a last minute Game Rebellion show. Considering the fact that I walked out of the last one, I wasn't going to miss this one. Not to mention my boy Keyonn was hyping for Bizarre Royale (who made the only entrance on a hot ass bike - stars, what can ya do?). I got down there early and chilled downstairs with the headliners Cevil. They're a jump/metal band from Japan. Their set up was killer and timing impeccable. The costumes were wicked and the songs kicked ass. They tore it out of the frame. I have more than a few pictures of them that I'll post as soon as I get them off of the camera. Even more kick ass was the fully traditional kimono clad ladies in the front that knew every word of every song and even had whole routines they performed with precision. It was amazing. The language barrier was definitely broken with their performance. They might not speak English very well but they damn sure speak music.

Downstairs we all milled around. Netic and Ahmed had the only push-up competition with me instigating all the way. Brandy and I yapped about a whole lot of nothing. I snapped a few pictures that I'll prolly post as well. Papa Jube was a doll (thanks for taking care of me at the bar). After much ado about nothing, it was time for the Game to rebel. Off the fucking hook except for the fact that I'd like to slap the soundguy for not clearing Netic's mic properly. Shithead. His words ended up being overpowered by the music. Thank goodness those boys play their asses off or I would have been livid.

We jumped from there after the performance and headed over to R&R for the Eclectic Ride. Lovely Kara and Jess were at the front door. Vodka was a-poppin after Bizarre arrived ready to chill. Between Forrest, Malik, Keyonn and his boy (who's name escapes me at the moment) it was a pretty damn good time. For once the place didn't empty out when the last performance ended. We bugged out, danced, tied one on and some how I ended up in Brooklyn.

Did I ever mention that me and travelling to Bk doesn't mix. Still I keep ending up there. The fates are ever so fickle. Sheesh. I have also now been dubbed "Queen of the Platonic Sleep-over". If I get one more name handed to me, my head is gonna cave in from the weight. Chilled all day and talked music before heading home and stopping to write this. I don't think I'm going to mess with any of my tales today. I'll just relax and read Crime & Punishment, having been inspired by seeing the audio tapes at Leek's. I'm not taking my behind anywhere until tomorrow. I'm actually trying to save my energy for Saturday. Seriously, I'm so damned excited.

Internally I'm still feeling giddy and nostalgic for absolutely no reason at all. Something glorious is about to happen. I just wish I knew what that something is. Ok, I'm gone, be back soon and I hope those of you in Foo Yuck Shitty can come chill with me and support my babies on Saturday.

- amped like a mo'fugga, for real!!!