Dark snap of Sweet Cobra raging:
Yes, we whiled away another night at the Bottle. 4 days in a row! Can you blame us? It was a metal avalanche. It was also very loud. God bless ear plugs. We have been going to shows since 1992, and our ears have suffered many musical pluckers mashing away. Constant ringing, like white noise-style for the last few years. Which shows really did us in like Ozzy and Jeff Beck and Roger Miller? The loudest shows we have seen:
1. Lightning Bolt at the Fireside. 2001? When Brian bass player hit his first booooom our stomachs literally flipped over. We were right in front, of course, and the Bolt was so loud it made us literally nauseous. Drew was wearing those ear cover things people rock when they SHOOT GUNS and he said his ears hurt.
2. Brutal Truth at the Fireside. 1997? 1998? Ouch. They were good as hell, though. Kevin Sharp is quite the showman. And the insaneizoid curly-haired guitarist was holding forth most speedily with his axe. Almost good enough to join the mosh-pit, but not quite.
3. Weasel Walter and that chick from Harry Pussy at the Quaker Goes Deaf. 1996? 1997? Old Wicker Park record store represent. Good god almighty, this quaker did go a little deaf that day. Ba dum cha. No, but seriously folks. Noize.
There have been others, which we will try to recall for you later.
In other news, 1 and 1/2 more days of the corporate wack job left to go and then shit is FAT CITY. Today we took a little extra lunch time and ate an asscrate of Taco Bell. The seven-layer burrito is a beautiful thing. Shovel, shovel in the mouth it goooooes!
Here is a picture of City Hall:
In other news, friend Bobby Burg informs us that if you like women with big boobs that are not fake, go to Houston. Is this true? Can someone verify these rumors of Texas boobosity? He just kind of randomly threw that flavor at us. Bye.