saturday disaster, chapter 1


.“when it pains, it roars….”

i’m starting to wonder if someone has cast a voodoo spell on me. today, as i stepped out of the library, it started raining. i walked to my bike wondering what significance it all held. yesterday, as i stepped out of the library, it started pouring. i smiled, thinking it might be pleasant for awhile, and would taper off shortly. i was wrong. as i pedaled my bike faster, the harder it rained. my clothes gradually became more saturated with rain water, as did my hair, shoes, and glasses. i couldn’t see two feet in front of me, and this was bad, since i was needing to cross rush hour traffic. i was slightly agitated, but i also felt a little refreshed. when i finally reached home i was so sopping wet that it didnt matter anymore, and i had to change clothes. later that night, billy and jamie and i went and played pool at the union. we got some goodies at delight’s and then sat on the quad talking. just as we started to head to my car, it began to pour….

so i’m not quite sure if my presence entices the heavens to leak. the odds are tipping in my favour.

mixed in with the sounds of thunder right now are police and fire sirens. i’m not sure whats going on, but it doesn’t sound so good.

i admit i am scared of bad storms, but they also effect me like rollercoasters, in a bizarre way. but nevertheless, i love weather in general, and if i could do math, i might have tried to be a meteorologist. not the kind you see on tv though, i would rather work behind the big dorky computers, and track storms and stuff….

the weather channel is fascinating.tired of el nino? well, if you want to know a little more about it, go here.the national weather service is located here. they are your friends.did you know that if you are ever in a wide open space in a lightning storm, you should take off all metal jewelry, crouch down, stand on your tiptoes, grab your ankles, and stick your rear-end in the air? ’tis true. here are some more lightning safety tips.

i can’t find a webpage for our local tv station where the fascinating and well-known weather-lady judy frasier works. its too bad. my friend dave said he wants to get it on with her. but he was drunk when he said that.


guadalajara won’t do…..june.13.1998.

getting only four hours of sleep on a friday night is not something i am really used to. usually i get to sleep as long as i wish on saturday mornings, but not today; for today was the annual vintage vinyl sale here in urbana. getting there early is the only way to ensure that you get anything good, and unless you get there at like six or seven am, you will probably miss the really good stuff anyways.

jamie and billy and i arrived at about 8:05 am, and there was already 100-150 people crowded into a relatively small room rustling through box after box of used records. it was like a mosh pit, only with old people, and no music.we stayed about two hours before we became very irritated from lack of personal space, and lack of *good* records. there was also this big guy running around shouting things really loudly. i thought he was just a ravin’ lunatic, but jamie informed me he was retarded. i felt bad then. he kept asking “WHERE’S THE NANCY SINATRA??” and “WHERE’S THE BOBBY VEE?? HE WAS VERY BIG IN THE 50’S!!” he also asked a woman if she wanted to buy his records from him, since he had two box fulls. then nate saw him knocking his box over and making other people pick it up.

i got a couple records, nothing too much, since i am pretty flat broke. my favourite purchase is definetely the tony bennett and count basie “strike up the band” lp. billy got a lot of buttmetal, ala nazareth, and he also got about five leonard cohen records. jamie got a ton of blues and jazz, including lots of ray charles, johnny cash, and even gene autrey.


.”twisting baited drive me away..”.june15.1998

i went to six flags great america in gurnee, illinois a few weeks ago with my friend angie. i wanted to stick the pictures up so people could look at them… here they are.six flags is great. they have some really neat stuff, but i really want to go to cedar point, in sandusky, ohio. they have the biggest and best roller coasters in the world. maybe someday soon eh….


.”lock and ‘loll!”..june20.1998.

it takes something special (although i’m not sure what), to make you actually feel like a through and through kid again. as i was riding my bike to work on monday, i realized how much i felt genuinely like an 8 year old, on her way to the first day of school. i was wearing my playclothes, clutching my lunchbox, and dragging my scuffy pink vans on the sidewalk as i leisurely pedaled my bike. (i think i had purple ‘roos when i was 8, which is a good enough comparison. remember those? they had little pockets you could stash money in.) the sun was shining, the sky was blue, and there was a brisk breeze that was just swift enough to tease my hair about playfully. i felt like finding a sandbox or a swingset. but i knew i had to go to work, sadly enough.

so later in the day, i actually did go to my first day of class (my lone summer course, history 364). after the professor strode into the room i instantly felt 8 again. i knew he had a wacky wardrobe, but this was just too much. i looked at billy, who was trying hard not to look at me, because he knew that i would cause him to laugh. i covered my mouth with my hands and giggled under my breath. i had to put my head down on my desk to calm myself down. when i finally got the nerve to look up, i looked at billy again, who was still looking straight ahead dilligently. i then looked at the professor, bit my lips, and turned on my most serious facial expression. it was hard though, for he was wearing a lemon chiffon coloured short sleeved button up shirt, and these canary yellow trousers from the 1970’s, and brown orthopedic shoes. not only was he not even close to matching, but you could see through his pants! seriously! the man was wearing black briefs. and we could see them. personally, i think underwear should be one of those enigmas, that leaves you to wonder. like, i could turn to billy and say “dude, i bet our professor wears striped boxers.” and billy would remark, “no, he is more of a black briefs sort of guy. i can tell. i am an underwear analyst.”and i would nod, and we would go on, safe in not knowing the truth. but no. we had to find out. its not like we had any choice in the matter.

i had to be good all class period, to keep from looking directly at his pants, or at billy, who i know would send me into a laughing fit if he made the right gesture or expression. when we finally ran downstairs after class, we both bursted out laughing. it was like something out of fifth grade. and it brought to mind the old chant we used to bestow on unfortunate classmates who happened to rip their pants out in recess….”i see london, i see france, i see billy’s underpants! they might be purple, they might be pink, i don’t know, but they sure do stink!” billy was probably the unfortunate recipient of that song on several occasions, because i can remember seeing his underpants a lot when we were kids. i also had the lovely experience of splitting my pants as well. i was 8, and we were doing aerobics of some type in p.e. class. i was doing some kind of jumping jack thing, and all of a sudden i heard a ripping noise. lo and behold, it was a third grader’s worst nightmare (aside from peeing your pants, which billy did once. or puking in the hallway. as heather g. once did, while i was hall monitor. it was spaghetti too.) luckily, i had a long enough shirt on that you couldn’t see my underpants. that made the experience not quite-so-mortifying. but it certainly wasn’t uplifting.

so with childlike vigor, i attacked the week. i felt young, uplifted, and just plain spiffy. aside from getting caught in yet another torrential downpour(i’m a rain goddess i think.), the week was beautiful. so when i heard about a show at mabel’s on wednesday, i was all ready to go.

mabel’s is an interesting bar. its one of those places i appreciate with a doting childlike idiocy, that some people just don’t understand. mabel’s is a live music bar, which usually boasts the best hair metal bands of the 1980’s and before. sometimes they have good rock and roll shows though, it just depends on who books what. the green lights by the bar reflect up to the rafters in the balcony and onto the stage, giving it not only an incredibly cheesy appearance, but a magical one of mystery as well. i love stuff like that. but thats because it resembles what i would have liked to have had as a clubhouse in grade school. well minus the bar of course.

opening the show was a new local band, teddy and the boozers. i wasn’t familiar with them. all i knew was the singer was this guy who i had seen moshing and doing some funky dance at some shows the previous year. and he has a tattoo of nicholson from ‘the shining’. the next band was the groovie ghoulies, a band i had seen once, when we put on a show with them and the mr. t experience. i was surprised when i found out the recently displaced b-face, formerly of the queers, was now in the ghoulies.

finally it was time for chixdiggit, from calgary, canada. the few times they had passed through champaign-urbana, i always missed them for one reason or another, so i was glad to finally see them. they had the slouch-stance of the ramones down to a science, and were even more fun to watch. kj, the singer, made everyone feel at home by constantly chatting with the audience and otherwise being goofy. with songs about girls, humping, and henry rollins, no one left mabel’s without a giant grin on their face.

the fun didn’t stop then though. the week kept on a rockin’ and a rollin’. after watching “re-animator’, the cult horror classic of 1985, i enjoyed a treat that generally kids only appreciate. taco bell’s cinnamon twists! it was like being at a slumber party again, without the ditzy girls. a non-ditzy girl whom i work with, gretchen, told me about a show in bloomington on friday night. she thought it was a japanese punk band of some type but couldn’t remember the name. i was interested, so i decided to investigate. i couldn’t procure a telephone number for the establishment, or a listing in any shows list, so i was discouraged. billy and i both figured the band was a no-namer anyways, but we went to bloomington to see what we could find out, and if all else failed, we could always see a movie. we decided to go to mother murphy’s, the good record store on the ISU circuit. we looked through piles of used vinyl, and i found a 7 seconds LP, as well as a man…or astroman? LP, and got them for a little over eight bucks together. i decided i needed to ask the cash register boy about the show, because i figured if he wasn’t going he would probably know where this gallery place was. sure enough he knew, and he informed me that the bar was a mere block away. i felt like kicking myself. so i asked who was playing. he showed me a poster of guitar wolf! i was like “GUITAR WOLF?!” and he was like “yes.” so billy and i went and got ice cream, and hung out until the show started.

the gallery was a dive, but it was a cool and trashy place to have rock n’ roll shows. it was in the upstairs of the bar, complete with wood paneling and black and white tiled floors. there was a pool table, but it must have been for midgets, because it was about a quarter of the size of a normal pool table. billy speculated that it was so the games would go faster and that they might make more money off of it. it was a good point. soon, gretchen showed up with stephanie and her boyfriend billy, and we watched the show. the first band was a local, the malcontents. they were pretty good, and sounded like a bad religion-misfits-black flag hybrid. the next band was, well, i didn’t catch the name since it wasn’t on the fliers i saw, and i couldn’t tell if they said it when they were playing or not. it was ‘eric oblivian’s new band’, and they rocked harder than a jawbreaker. by this time the kids were getting a little rowdy, and it ws starting to get very hot up in the attic. with only one fan, and no air circulating system to speak of, it only grew more hot. of course there was about 50 people smoking profusely, and this didn’t help with the oxygen supply, but i decided my best option was to stand on a chair in the back of the ‘pit’. it turned out to be a good seat. finally guitar wolftook the stage. the drummer whipped out a comb and started freshening up his ‘do, and the others stood on amps peering around the room through their shades. then they started rocking out, the way only a good rock and roll band should. the fun went on for about an hour, and the room grew only more stuffy. i was amazed to see that the band insisted on wearing their leather jackets through the entire show. i was sure one of them would fall over sooner or later. but they didn’t, and the singer, dripping with sweat, even managed to crowd-surf without slipping out of everyone’s hands. they played one song that lasted a very long time (with numerous chants of ‘lock n loll!’), but most songs were punchy and straight up, and bled together like a ramones set. the recordings of guitar wolf can’t even hold a candle to the intenseness of their live show, so if they come near you anytime soon, do yourself and favour and check them out!

we returned back to champaign pretty late, but i needed to get my step-pop and dad father’s day cards and gifts, so we made one of those notorious 2:30 am trips to wal-mart. there was not only no one there, but there were no checkouts open, and no way to manuever through the aisles. it was like a maze of boxes. i couldn’t believe how expensive cards were, i guess i spent about ten bucks on four cards, for those four debonair gents in my life(my two dads and two grandpops). i also got a room freshener that smells like sweet tarts! i was pretty psyched. i was too exhausted and deaf to get excited at looking at the toys, so we left after that and went to bed.

with the morning, my childlike innocence sorta faded away. this is simply because as a kid i would roll out of bed on saturdays anytime and watch bugs bunny and friends. but now that i am old i have to get up early and go to work. sometimes growing up is the biggest crock. and if growing up means no rockin’ and rollin’, then count me my the remainder of my weekend will be spent bestowing thanks upon my fathers and grandfathers, and regaining the hearing capacities that i lost last night. 🙂 however, i don’t think i’ll be growing up anytime soon, thankfully.


.wednesday’s child… .july.13.1998.

my poor mother. not only was i an extremely big baby, but circumstance has it that she happened to go into labor during the hottest part of the summer in 1977. it must have been awful; a stifling hot day coupled with a gurgling mound of flesh poking out from between your legs- and probably inadequate pain suppressing medication. to top it off, while giving birth to me, my mother bruised her tailbone, which gave her a lot of pain for several months. if i had then the cognitive abilities that i have now, i would have felt pretty awful.

i was also born on a wednesday. why did i have to be born on a wednesday? i always thought of myself as a friday type of gal. but noooo. something ordained that i would be born a cancerian wednesday’s child. why didn’t they just give me the prescription for the anti-depressant right then and there? its an obvious combination.

you see, there’s this folk rhyme that i learned when i was a child, that i used to recite when i was out roller skating. it went, “monday’s child is fair of face, tuesday’s child is full of grace, wednesday’s child is full of woe, thursday’s child has far to go, friday’s child is loving and giving, saturday’s child works hard for a living..but the child who is born on the sabbath day is wise and good and gay.” so, after reading the poem at age 8, i figured i was born on a friday. i just had to be. so i asked my mother, just to verify. she told me, “no dear, you were born on wednesday.” i was shocked. astrology already had me wedded to the most moody, sensitive sign, and to top it off, i’m full of woe! dammit.

but, as i grew up, i started to realize that if i was born on another day that would be just living a lie, because i am most certainly a wednesday’s child. and i’m proud. who wants to be fair of face and graceful and all that other useless stuff? wednesday’s children are the driving force behind revolution, change, and dissent. without wednesday’s child, what would this world be? very my birthday was rather uneventful this year. my recently divorced aunt and her daughter, who is 25, were up for the week, visiting, so i spent a lot of time with family. we ate a giant sunday brunch at a new restaurant that had an entire table full of cheesecakes, pastries, cookies, and other decadent chocolate creations i couldnt keep my hands off.

my mom got me hitchcock’s ‘vertigo’ which is obviously one of my favourite films. i received a lot of nice cards and things, (notably a little jar of mooseturds from kari-who had picked them up as an appropriate souvenir from the wilds of alaska). i spent the day with my mom, doing ‘chick’ things, and we had a nice lunch together at TGI fridays. then angie surprised me with a visit in the evening, taking billy and myself out for pizza at her work for ultra cheap. later, billy, kari and jamie and myself headed over to murphys, one of the last okay bars around now that the blind pig is owned by the pigs. they bestowed several birthday libations upon me, such as draft cider, which made me quite happy. we hung out listening to the jukebox and chatting about kari’s trip and whatnot, much like old times. you only turn 21 once, and i’m glad i had such wonderful people in my life to celebrate it with..thanks guys, you don’t know how special you are to me-


.floating by, in the sky, 99 red balloons go by… .june&july.1998.

it has been hath decreed that this is ROCK N’ ROLL SUMMER. that means that you better be rockin’ and rollin’. i decided that sure, i am not a teenager anymore, and yes, i have responsibilities to my jobs, school, and whatnot, but is is summer- and ultimately summer should be a stress-free time for rest, relaxation, and yes my friend, ROCK N’ ROLL!

with half of my summer over now, i can honestly say this has been the best summer i’ve had in many years. and i know its because i made it happen.

summer is about friends. new and old. with kari in alaska, billy and jamie and i were like a car without a 4th wheel. she was, after all, my billiards partner, among other things, and also the disciplinarian of the group. but, we played pool without her, me holding my own against the boys. after a few trips to the ultra lame white horse inn, we discovered that the union’s billard room was open until 11 pm, so we began to go there instead. its cheaper, they have a more butt-metal-laden jukebox, and the atmosphere isn’t quite so lame.

i’ve been to two amusement parks this summer, and i’m so glad. angie and i went back in may to six flags great america in gurnee, il. awhile back, my friend chuck, the ubiquitious xb of irc fame, asked me if there were any good amusement parks out here in the midwest, because he was going to be roadtrippin’ extraordinaire. i said “of course!”, and on his voyage he stopped to get me, and we went to six flags st louis. chuck, one of those snotty east coast dwellers, had never been west of the “big muddy”, nor consumed mr. pibb. it was quite the experience for him, i am sure.

the day we visited the park turned out to be one of the hottest days to date this summer. it was over a hundred degrees, but at least the rides werent crowded. i think we rode a little too many- coupled with dehydration and minor sunstroke.

the one ride which finally did us in for the day was the brand new “mr freeze”- which is the scariest ride i’ve ever rode, and of course the attendant assigned us to ride in the first car. unlike other rollercasters in which, you get to choose what car youd like to ride in, this one asks you how many are in your group, then tells you what line to get in. so we were assigned line number one, which happens to be the front AND back of the ride. the ride shoots you out of a tunnel, rocketing from 0 to 70 mph in four seconds. you go right into this giant, wicked boomerang like upside down turn/loop, and then into another one similar…and then you go straight up in the air about 250-300 ft..i forget the logistics exactly….and you hold for a second, and then go back through the ride backwards. man. it was like a bad hangover. headache, neckache, queasiness. so we split the park and headed to st louie instead, so chuck could find out that the arch was indeed real and not ‘fake’ as he previously postulated. we stopped at laclede’s landing and walked around, was harassed by an angry motorist whose asked for money, and hung around the arch. then we went to the union, and had dinner at a neato mexican place, and cruised around the shops and the ultra awesome lobby. it was a fun trip. but chuck was glad to get out of the midwest and get back home to rude people, mean taxi drivers, traffic jams, expensive gas, and extreme population density. weirdo.

billy and jamie and i decided a short summer roadtrip was definitely in order some weekend, so we began throwing out ideas. billy felt that madison, wi was the best choice since he was strongly considering grad school there, and i was as well. jamie, the urbane artist, was not particulary interested in the town or the school, but had nothing else better to do, so he came along.

so we packed up the staceymobile, who had never ventured farther than indianapolis, in (in my possession anyways). the previous day, in a fit of sleepy gimpyness, i backed my car into the fence and busted my passenger’s side rear view mirror. but, i had just gotten two new tires put as well, so my car drove like never before. finally, it didnt start shaking and quaking when i went 65. i was excited. it was like a real car.

it was pretty hot, that 3rd of july morning, and of course, i dont have ac. my cd player’s sound feeder was busted as well, so we were subjected to listening to the radio the entire four hour journey, with our conversation the only other diversion. we were lucky to find a good 80s station around rockford, but little else was to be found elsewhere.

after we reached madison, well, we got lost. whats a roadtrip if you don’t get lost now and then? our turnoff was poorly marked and they were doing tons of road construction, so it appeared our road had to use a detour. it wasn’t the case, but we straightened everything out soon enough, and we were off to the colonial motel.

my plan was to find a cheesy 50s style strip motel- and i found one. we got a very big and nice (and pleasantly tacky!) room for all of 35 dollars. we unpacked happily, and then set off for campus where we could hopefully procure some good vittles.

we found our way to campus very easily, thanks to me, but as soon as we exited the parking garage it started to rain. we looked for an eatery worthy of our patronage, and luckily we were standing right next to the chautara- a restaurant with cuisine from nepal, tibet and india. mmmm. and they were cheap! i ordered a ‘masala dosa’- a giant crepe filled with curried potatoes, which came with coconut chutney, onion chutney, and some neat veggie dal to dip it all in. we were heartily pleased. i have some photos from there, and of the giant crepe, but i dont have them developed yet…ill stick them up here as soon as i do though.

we decided to explore campus and hope it would stop raining. it did eventually, after we ducked into u of w’s art museum, which was closing in 5 minutes. we decided to return the next day, so we could actually look around. then we found state street..the main drag of campy businesses that leads from campus to downdown. we ducked in a few stores then decided to return the next day- jamie wanted to drink some beer. so we stopped at a swanky little beer shoppe-which i do have a picture of- and picked up some cider jack and a 6 pack of something made in milwaukee-cream city ale or something. i forget, but it tasted like crushed up liquified aspirins. very bitter, and the cider jack wasnt so good either- it was too sweet and watered down tasting. billy and i decided to go swimming and leave jamie to watch 48 hours or something. jamie refused to join us, remarking “swimming is for kids.” trix is for kids too, but i love that stuff.

incidentally billy and i had the run of the whole pool. it wasnt very large, but it was big enough for cannonballs, bellyflops, and a game of marco polo, which i used to be better at. the motel had a cooler full of bags of ice near the pool, so i thought it would be funny to see how long it would take a bag of ice to melt in the billy and i played catch with one. the bag broke in the heat of the game, and ice was scattered all over the pool, but it melted quickly. then it was spa-time, and by 9 we went back to the room to get jamie because we had planned to cross the street and have some custard.

we went into culver’s and checked out their selections. i had a lovely large cup of chocolate and “lovin’ lemon”-which was lemon custard with chunks of lime cheesecake cut up in it. mmmm. jamie had a “butter burger” and some custard, and billy had a caramel sundae, i think. on the way back, jamie and i contemplated taking a wooden windmill from a next door business but decided against it since my trunk wasn’t large enough.when we returned to the motel, jamie started wrestling billy, even though billy hadn’t planned on it. before i knew it, we were both dropping elbows into his stomach region, and jumping from bed to bed like caffeinated children. the fun stopped when billy hurt jamie. then we slept.

we rose early in the morning and headed out to campus to get jamie some coffee, so he could function like a normal human. we found a coffee shop on state st. which had a copy of the onion, which i pounced upon fervently. the onion!!!! i was psyched. they stopped distributing the paper version in champaign two years ago, and i had missed it ever since. billy purchased a giant chocolate muffin with giant chocolate chips inside of it. i had a giant cherry italian soda, and giggled and read my onion. afterwards, we ducked into shop after shop of state st. businesses.

i was excited to find an awesome record store, Ear Wax. i purchased jawbreaker’s ‘bivouac’ on vinyl, weston’s ‘tales of teenage rebellion’ used, svart sno lp,a totalitar 7″, and the diskonto lp. next door to Ear Wax is The Cat’s Meow- a punk rock boutique specializing in the stacey-esque items of the world- kitschy, tacky and punk rocky. i purchased some thigh high pink fishnets for three dollars, a purple spiky punk rock bracelet, and some chunky black fishnets. jamie and billy admired their collection of bettie page merchandise. if you’re in madison do check the stores out.(corner of state and gilman).

we found a cheese store, much to billy and i’s delight. we sampled cheese and mustard on pretzels, tried on the cheesehead hats, and tittered at the ‘i love dairy’ t shirts. after that store we found the state capitol, and the farmers market which is held in the square every saturday morning. we listened to the jazz band and sat on a bench enjoying the beautiful morning.

we decided we needed to head to the afghan place for lunch, because it smelled absolutely divine. and it was. that evening we had turkish, and it was equally delicious. we also had some ice cream at some kick-ass place, but the names of these establishments escapes me now. i bought a dark green pillbox hat at a lovely vintage store as well, after deciding not to buy the 1950s swimsuit that made my boobs look like cones.

we did a lot of other crap, like go to the art museum, where i admired the karel apple paintings, and jamie contemplated stealing one. (which was a dumb idea, because he actually thought we would not get caught.) we ducked into class buildings, jumped over fountains, hung out by lake mendota, and got lost trying to find stuff. we left town about nine pm, just in time to watch the fireworks displays of all of southern wisconsin. it was lovely.

i couldn’t let the summer get away without having at least one water balloon fight. so, while jamie and billy and i were watching “pee wee’s big adventure” (a fine ass motion picture), i started filling up the water balloons. it was extremely hot outside that evening, so when i told them what i was doing, they were excited by the idea. we took the boxes of balloons to our backyard and began throwing them at each other and giggling and yelling. then my roommate david began screaming at us because he was trying to sleep. jamie lobbed a water balloon up to his bedroom window, where it burst and pissed david off in a major way. we moved our rampage to the front yard. then i turned the sprinkler on. this wasn’t enough for me however, and after jamie left, i suggested to billy that we go and hop in the fountain by the student union. he agreed, so we made our way to the union.

the fountain was cold. i climbed up on the top and sat there awhile. then billy suggested we go to the fountain that is across from the library. so we did. it was a little different, and slightly slimy. but it was still fun. we grew wary of the police driving by so we took off for yet another fountain, this one by the law building. but alas, there was a police car sitting right there, so we just returned home soaking and exhilarated.

saw mojo nixon this summer as well. he was a hoot. we paid eight bucks, which was way to much for just about anything, but we were pretty bored, and it turned out that he played about an hour and forty five minutes anyways. we had to sit through an awful band called the vibe tribe though, who sounded exactly like this awful alternative radio band called matchbox 20. yick. but mojo tried to make up for their lameness, by involving us all in some chants. i did refuse to say “im gonna tie my pecker to my leg to my leg” though.

i also have met some awesome kids. for starters, you should look at my friend katia’s webpage, because she rules. i’ve known her for awhile via alt.punk, but we hadnt hung out for real until a few weeks ago.

we had the last show that will be held at 803 w. nevada back in july as well, and i met a lot of cool people then. american steel, a very awesome band from berkeley, california showed up the night before the show, because my roommate andy had booked them for that night and never told them he cancelled the show. so, we hung out with them all night, and set up a show with them for this september. john, ruairiryan and scott-a bunch of terrific kids, and a super band, so tell your relatives and friends to buy their stuff and book them some shows.

the show the next night was pretentious assholes/align/ and the vice dolls. align is my friend jeremy’s latest band, and they are from mankato/mpls, minnesota. jeremy was my pen pal from way back, so it was good to actually meet him and his bandmmates in real life! i also met the pretentious assholes kids-anthony, chris and ian, who were like hanging out with kids youve known since kindergarten. the vice dolls i have known for years(former members of the danville based Plug), but it was great to see carrie and greg. all the bands were great and i had a blast.

803 w. nevada will be vacated by me and my roomies; billy, john, terry, david, nate, and andy, here in another week or so. it will be a sad day for me because so many awesome kids have spent time with us in its many rooms. many kids have crashed on our floors, couches, porch, what have you, and there are a lot of great memories that i will take from there. its been one hell of a spot for punk rock, great friends, good times, love, good art, good reading, bad housekeeping, drama, good food, good movies; overall great entertainment and things i will never forget. thanks you guys for a year i will never forget, you’re all very dear to me.

end of an era, and end of this chapter.



quotes courtesy of jawbreaker, cap n’ jazz, steely dan, guitar wolf, and 7 seconds….

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