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so sorry for the radio silence, i dunno what i’ve been up to, but apparently it’s preventing me from posting.

so first a weekend recap or 2….

this weekend was all about the autumn style activities in 80 degree heat. saturday we headed to our favorite garden center and they had a buncha halloween type shit. the boy enjoyed it. sunday we headed to weber farm with the neighbors.  the place was amazing, not amazing in wow this is incredible, but amazing in how they can ream you for money and maintain a semblance of a farm in the midst of condos and soviet looking apartment buildings that come litterally right up to the trees in the orchard. the common theory is that it used to be a big farm at one point but they chopped it up and sold it in pieces over the years. but man whotta a gold mine this little farm thing is. 7 bucks to get in, food money, pies blah.

but the important thing to cover in this post is my little experience last night. yes last night i went to see danzig perform. yes i went alone. and yes it was awkward.

i won’t give a play by play, because, in all honesty it was boring. somewhere i picked up the notion that glenny-boy would be playing some misfits shit b/c doyle is on tour with him. well he didn’t and that sucked.  in essence, it was exactly like going to a show 12-13 years ago (jeebus has it been that long?) except now everyone has tattoos and streched ear lobes. really that was the only difference. there were still kids in black concert t-shirts, kids still try to look and act cool and in the process look and act like douchebags.

I was half hoping to see a contingent of aging metal heads, but to my dismay there really weren’t many. just lots and lots of early 20 year olds.

i was pleasantly surprised by the elderly african american bathroom attendant. so much so that i left him my last 10 bucks just for having to put up with drunk wanna be 6th generation punk kids.

danzig himself was pretty much exactly like i expected. he was actually less fat than i thought he would, but maybe his mesh shirt was a control top. i can’t be sure. he played mostly shit i didn’t know, as i haven’t bought an album since 1994.  at certain points he held the mic sorta backwards so you could see his biceps, that was annoying to me, not sure why, but it was.

there’s no doubt that i’m getting old. b/c that shit was L O U D–thank god i remembered my beloved sonic ear filters (hear the music–feel the music)–but there were a lot of times when my pants were moving from the pressure of the music. i don’t remember that from back in the day.

i woke up today hung over, and with an intense pain in my chest, i dunno what i did, but i either had a heart attack, or some how pulled a muscle under my man boob and between my ribs. if i take a deep breath it totally kills. perhaps it was the fight i got in to with that greesy emo kid. i dunno.

well that’s that kids–more later.