Today was not a good day for me. I lost a job before I was even hired. You know how that is. You think you have your foot in the door, and then some asshole just kicks your toe and your whole body flies out into the street.
I ate two lunches and three dinners to make myself feel better. I'm at my fighting weight now, which means I'm a little under 165 lbs. The most I have ever weighed in my life is about 178. That was an extreme scenario though, involving an overly-sexually active girlfriend, a job where I sat on my ass all day, and an obsession with Hostess snack cakes. I cut out the sugar, increased the sexual activity, and exercised occasionally. Fat ass problem solved.
(By fighting weight, I mean I weigh a little more than I would if I were to actually join a gym and start boxing or wrestling. I can easily get my weight down below 150 if I have to. But unless you are a professional fighter, you do not want to get in the ring with me if you are in the 145-155 weight class. I will tear your head off. If you are a professional fighter of some kind, I won't be in the ring. See what I'm doing here? I'm purposely challenging small, uncoordinated people to do battle with me. Bring it, short stuff!)
So, after my horribly draining day of looking, but not getting jobs (Has anyone ever noticed how exhausting doing nothing can be? You cannot keep up your stamina if you are never expending any energy. It sucks.) I went out looking for a place to get coffee. I was going to go to an old haunt named Gelato Vera, but I took a wrong turn and saw a sign for Kava Lounge.
"That looks like an interesting place to relax and have a cup of joe," I thought.
The outside of the building looks like an abandoned warehouse, possibly abandoned because the building is too small to be a warehouse. The inside is quite nice. But they did not have coffee. Only beer. What was I to do?
While I was sipping on my Stone Pale Ale, and scouring the inside of the building for a pool table, three unassuming people took the small stage on the main floor of the bar and picked up musical instruments.
"Oh, good." I thought. "A pleasant little indie band is going to perform tonight."
The band was already tuned up and ready to go. The guitarist took the mic and said-
"We're ready to start. We're just waiting for that guy over at the bar."
I turned to where the guitarist was pointing, and almost spit my mouthful of beer into the back of the head of the person in front of me.
It was Godzilla. A dinosaur I had not seen since at least 1985. He took the stage and told the audience-
"Come closer. Don't worry, I won't spit at you."
It seemed more like a threat than an invitation. But no one seemed scared, so I huddled behind two little cute, pixie chicks and watched the drama unfold in front of me. The pixie chicks had some intense tattoos, so I was pretty sure if anybody messed with them, their pixie men would rush to the rescue. I was hoping Godzilla would bite somebodies head off. I've been waiting years for that to happen.
Judgement of my evening: Kava Lounge- Coffee sucks. Order beer.
BRAAIINS!: Very, very fun show. A lot of raw energy. They have an eight song demo CD recorded, packaged with a very cool hand drawn, comic book pull out. But they are not a gimmick, at all. Lee, front man, singer, Godzilla extraordinaire, is not scared to get right into people's faces, and does not seem phased, or break stride when the audience gets in his face.
For a generation of people (even people my same age, for the most part) who missed out on what a real hard core, balls out punk rock show is about, BRAAIINS! pretty much encapsulates it. There isn't even any reason for me to describe how they sound. Just go check it out. I'm hoping next time I see them the audience is a little more rambunctious. You can't hide if Godzilla is spitting fire in your face.
BRAAIINS! myspace- http://www.myspace.com/wearebraaiins
other websites of interest-
www.savethechildren.org
www.amnestyinternationalusa.org
www.chipmunka.com
www.mccainforsecretaryofdefense.gov
Friday, May 16, 2008
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