so the show last evening went as follows: we learned a modern lovers song at the last minute, i had dinner at some high brow place with anna’s family, nobody showed up except for two of the last trains dudes (one of whom lives there) we watched videos of their old hardcore bands, tacocat was having transmission problems and didn’t get there until eleven or something and were nice people, anna got tired and we left, i got home and became enamored of the word “dickl3″ (as you can see below) and drank milk and ate enchiladas and read michael stuart ware’s _pegasus carousel_ and then went to sleep. a telling debut for “the best band in town” . . . that is, that we rock! fatty dickl3!
also: saw the last trains on thursday and they were great. still had that same effect of making me very happy. we’re playing with them on the twenty seventh. i’m not sure where. with mr k’s orchestra.
i learned that tim kinsella’s no longer in make believe and that is unfortunate but also it’s exciting to see what they’ll do without him. i mean, they’re all smart enough musicians to take that loss tastefully, i would think.
