The amateurish modification job obviously carried out by a toddler randomly stabbing the keyboard while a Microsoft Paint window is open? Totally part of the effect.
The project represented above by the tons of Ditkotech is going to keep me away from the Magnolia Electric Company show this Wednesday, but that’s okay, because my rock reservoirs are full to the brim after last week’s sweaty, exuberant, blues-tastic The Gossip show at the Spanish Moon. One Mr. Gor Jus made the trip down, and I’m glad he did, because otherwise I would have missed out on maybe the best show I’ve seen so far this year. (Also, I would have missed the deliciously awkward moment where our cute red-headed bartender tried to figure out if Gorjus was making fun of her when he ordered a shot called a “red-headed slut,” which he absolutely did not make up right then on the spot. I’m sure she didn’t take it personally! Actually, I am sure. She seemed to like it, in fact.) I suppose they were technically promoting their new album, Standing in the Way of Control (title track mp3 here), but they were also promoting the core American values of belting, moaning, and dancing. The Gossip left us all woozy with vertigo, playing their already very short songs at about eight times their normal speed; I recognized “Fire/Sign” from almost the first notes, but by the time the thought “Hey, this is ‘Fire/Sign!’” formed itself in my brain, they were already halfway through the next song. Even more impressive: during that eye-twinkle, Gorjus managed to go upstairs, get more beer, have a long conversation with the hard-working pool hustler, further flirt with the bartender, and still be back before the image of his pumping fist had faded from my retinas. Dude is fast, is what I’m saying.
Also: don’t miss this article from the LA Times on the retirement of the longtime administrator of the Bolivar County, MS library system. (Via Syntax of Things)
Down with the looming deadlines! I request—nay, demand—that you post the rest of the sequence when said deadlines are de-loomed.
The Goxxip was awexxome: I can’t say it enough, and likely not clearly, from what my notes look like after we got back to Fury Manor that night. That may have been because of the 8,000 shots we had, all of which were prepared totally hottly.
I just can’t believe I didn’t bring my camera. But I got to talk to Beth Ditto!!
I am tempted to rechristen myself “Kamikaze” in honor of that evening’s refreshments. Not since my last days of high school, lounging on the beaches of Wildwood, NJ during senior week have I drunk so much (or, possibly, any) of the stuff. Good times, indeed.
Yea, verily…I am Kamikaze.
Prof Fury, you have nothing to worry your pretty little Mississippean head about. We’ve got you covered. All will be well, and you will be a star.
Do you and Contessa know this Wise-guy librarian/comic collector who sounds like a combination of the two of you? Well, maybe you two aren’t quite as cranky but certainly you are as enigmatic! This is a fascinating article.
Professor, sounds like you are being pressure cooked. Keep your spidy costume on.