fingers crossed for fewer bagels

totally unrelated photo by Tristan

I lived in the Bay Area during the late nineties and early aughts (yes, I'm using it, deal) and during that time there was a mildly interesting but incredibly lazy and mostly unbearably ironic underground metal scene.  In hindsight it all seems terribly pathetic.  Some of the musicians have moved on (geographically and artistically) to more worthwhile things, but nothing particularly notable or successful.  One exception is John Gossard, who has somehow consistently been part of something good and interesting and honest.  Even if the music didn't always float my boat, at least it was real and imaginative and sincere and in sharp contrast with the tired parody parading as art elsewhere.  The most recent incarnation of this phenomenon is Dispirit, and they're playing in Brooklyn this weekend!!  I'm going to see them Sunday and I'm staying in Manhattan in hopes of actually getting some sleep after. 

They'd better not suck. 

Only two weeks until we head to Iowa for Easter.  I can't wait to have fresh herbs in my omelet and fresh flowers on the table.  Everything is already up and out of the ground there!  Meanwhile, tomorrow we're expecting more snow here.  Harumph.