Monday, November 24, 2008

Good warrior

Yesterday I woke up and made around 10 people a pancake breakfast. It was all going so well until around 5 minutes before everyone left and my hangover decided to rear it's ugly head. I spent the remainder of the day cleaning the kitchen and doing the laundry with my head feeling like a Macy's day parade balloon. I spent the evening writing new riff heavy music.

When I woke this morning, I was in the mood to keep the riffs rolling: enter Bad Wizard. There's something about rock bands from the New York area that makes them extra insane. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I'm pretty sure there's something in the water (read: coke).

I'll be horribly sexist and say they have a chick guitarist who can fucking rip. I can get away with this because with the exception of The Binges, this is a rock and roll rarity. There isn't much else to say about this band. They sound like Fugazi on speed and they're good for a couple of sore necks.

And it's Monday. And I'm tired. Now piss off.

-Going, going... gone; I've been sold too cheap