Shows in LA to check out...

Haloscan is down so my comments are off for a day or so...they are a great company and should be back up soon, I'm sure.

Here's some upcoming shows that should be good if you live in LA:


BENEFIT CENCERT FOR THE AMNESTY OF CHHOM NIMOL
with RADAR BROS.
FUTURE PIGEON
BRAZZAVILLE and
dj sets by RODDY from IMPERIAL TEEN
Sunday, March 2 - Derby - $10 (minimum donation)
"Chhom Nimol, lead singer of a popular local L.A. Cambodian rock band Dengue Fever has been arrested. She was apprehended during the "code orange" terrorist sweep Friday, February 7th returning home from a concert in San Diego. Chhom Nimol is being held without bail in an I.N.S. detention center in San Diego. Our efforts now are to keep her in this country with her family and friends...lawyer fees are expensive. We have planned two events, a fundraiser/party on Thursday, February 27th at the Short Stop bar, and a benefit concert featuring the Radar Brothers, Future Pigeon, Brazzaville, and special guests on Sunday, March 2nd at the The Fold in the Derby. For more information email us at denguefever23@hotmail.com."

FYI, Chhom Nimol is one of the least dangerous people in America and I am disgusted by her arrest. See what I mean here.

More shows:

Spaceland, Feb 26: Biblical Proof of UFOs

Spaceland, Friday Feb 28 $18: TORTOISE, MOUNTAIN GOATS

Tuesday, March 4 - Derby - $7: THE 88 10p

Wednesday, March 5 - Silverlake Lounge - $7: SILVERSUN PICKUPS, PINE MARTEN, SPARKLEJET, END TRANSMISSION

Spaceland, Mar 5 $8/$10: Joan Of Arc, Hella, Molecular

Thursday, March 6 - Derby: DENGUE FEVER (that is, if they let her out of jail...)

Spaceland, Mar 8 $8: Brian Jonestown Massacre

Troubador, march 8: TED LEO & the PHARMACISTS, ATOM & HIS PACKAGE, Aislers Set, Erase Errata
$10 adv • 7:30Doors

Troubador, March 9: DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE, THE VELVET TEEN
SOLD OUT [fuck. -m.]

Troubador, march 11: Q & NOT U, ENGINE DOWN, Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower

Spaceland, Saturday March 15th: The Sea and CAKE, Califone
$15 Advance $17 Day of Show

Tuesday, March 18 - Silverlake Lounge: MIDNIGHT MOVIES, UNIVAC

Spaceland, Tues Mar 18 $8: The Hackensaw Boys

Troubador, march 19 $10 adv: PRETTY GIRLS MAKE GRAVES

Thursday, April 3 - Silverlake Lounge: THE 88

Spaceland, Tues April 8 $8: The Black Keys

Spaceland, Fri April 11 $10: Nobukazu Takemura

Spaceland, Sat April 12: Angels of Light (Michael Gira of The Swans), Devendra Banhart, WACO
$12 in advance/$14 at the door

Michele is slowly dissolving...

I dyed my hair with Feria on Saturday, a dark red. Now my entire fucking head is swelling up and my glands are swollen and achy. It's actually a little difficult to swallow. It doesn't look weird at first glance, but I can tell.

Apparently there's a chemical in some dyes that causes this. Der.

I can't honestly get all up in arms about this; I can't be all self-righteously indignant, 'cos I didn't do an allergy test with the dye before I used it. And I tend to have sensitive skin. I just never had a problem with hair dye before, and I assumed that this dye job would be uneventful like any other. But with me, nothing is ever that simple. So add this to the list of things I should have known were gonna cause a problem but still did nothing about.

So watch out for things containing phenelenediamine and ethylenediamine. They appear in some red dyes & red paints, some "black henna" tatoos, and some epoxy glues and solvents.

I've got a doctor's appointment later today, hopefully he can shoot me up with some cortisone.

An Argument for Class Warfare

Dear Roberta and Chris Hanley, who live at Eleven Brooks Street in Venice (and whose phone number is still in my posession and I would post it if I were home), a block from the beach, in a large industrial-looking loft space with modernist furniture and several Basquiats leaned up against the walls:

You are evil, evil, evil. The only positive thing to come from going to your stupid party was that the absolute revulsion I feel at you and your awful peers reminds me, by contrast, of how many genuinely nice people are in the world. You wanted us to play avant-garde sound collage IDM, and you handed me several cd's, but when I asked you which tracks you liked you told me you had not listened to the albums. Or you wouldn't deign to talk to us at all, instead sending your little personal assistant trotting over to tell us what Madame wished to hear: "something you can dance to," even tho we'd been spinning dance music all night. I was disgusted with the video projections you had on the walls, which were shot with someone's hi-8 videocamera and featured either midgets hanging out on the set of some midget-related movie, like they were wacko po-mo curiousities; zooming in on the tits of the women midgets, filming as a beautiful 19-year old model-type girl (of normal stature, in a tight black dress) shimmied and danced in the middle of all the midgets...then you flipped to shots that the mystery cameraman, so obviously present even tho he wasn't in the shot, took of a bunch of young model / actress types as they chatted, zooming in on their crotches and their breasts; the teenage girls giggled and fluttered their hands as they talked, and tried on different designer outfits, the camera lingering in on their legs, trying as much as possible for an upskirt shot. Oh, and video of you two at parties sitting around and talking with other presumably important people, as if to say, Look, we're important enough to hang out casually with other really rich people! And how no one in the entire party full of Hot Young Actors whose faces I recognize but names I don't know, and Beautiful Young Things and Rich Middle-Aged Fashionista Types even watched, they just tittered and nattered on to one another, the volume in the room rising so hugh that the gossipy voices drowned out the music, as though to watch this disgusting spectacle would prove they were interested, and to be anything but jaded and disaffected would be crass, so no one looked; and then you switched to hours of close-up video projections of Vincent Gallo and Julia Delpy just talking. Sitting, and eating, and talking. Your fawning fascination disgusts me. There was no sound; it wasn't about what they were saying. You didn't give a shit. You just wanted to show everyone that you'd had lunch with these people. You're fucking disgusting and the way you treat people is abhorrent. You fucked with the schedule at the last minute, forcing Joe to spin for two more hours than he'd prepared for, and then you tried to pay him less than you'd originally said you'd pay, telling him you were on a budget as you stood in front of a large Basquiat--a work costing near millions of dollars. When I tried to engage you in a discussion about the piece, hoping for a vague flutter of humanity, you shrugged and said that you weren't too sure what the painting was about, but that it was "okay."

I hope you enjoy your brutal isolation in your minimalist fortress with your bouncers at the door who made us take our shoes off when we walked in. I hope you atrophy and crumble to dust in your tiny tiny little world, a world you have the money to make wide and huge and wonderful but instead fill with vapid and meaningless pantomimes of material and social success.

Fuck you. Thanks for reminding me how lucky and how rare my friends and I are to feel deeply, and to think deeply, and to fully inhabit our lives.

Separated at birth?...

...those sexy suit-wearing bastards:

exhibit A: http://theinterpol.free.fr/audiovisuals/visual/london_93_feet_east/index.html...Carlos of Interpol....

and exhibit B: Go see for yourself...believe it or not, he goes to my gym...http://fusionanomaly.net/crispinhellionglover.html.

I swear to god they're related.

Note to self: be more boring

I closed my Hotmail today to be returned to the MSN homepage, where I saw a link called "10 Women to Avoid."

It turned out to be an article for men all about chicks they shouldn't date: chronic cheaters, gold diggers, etc. Good advice, actually. But then there was one: Women With Too Much Personality. Basically, don't date a woman who's busy, interesting, or has a life of her own, I guess.

"Although women with lots of personality can be exhausting, some men do enjoy them. Just be sure you can handle it before you get involved."

mmmmmkay.

Congratulations! You are a....nerd





Which OS are You?

god, not again.


I was a little child when the first one blew up. School was transformed into a funeral for the week.

Now, today, I had agreed to substitute-teach a class of little kids.

God, what will I say?