Thanks to Angie and Hank at Yep Roc, Science Girl and I will be seeing The Forty-Fives this Saturday at the Sunset. Opening will be The Ruby Doe. Should be good. Expect some sort of write-up on Sunday, probably. Maybe Monday.
Now, I realize that I’m sort of obsessing with the music writing. What can I say? It’s what I’m interested in, and I enjoy doing it. And, y’know, music has always made me stupid this way. Just be grateful you’re not living with me. You only have to deal with it when you come here; Science Girl gets this shit 24/7, and she doesn’t have the luxury of a back button.
SG is so incredibly patient. Most other women would have stabbed me in my sleep by now. I know – I’ve got the scars to prove it. (Ha! Kidding! No stab wounds for me. Nope.) Honestly, though, between my running off at the mouth about bands that no one else cares about, my abrupt mood-swings, my slovenliness and my general sloth, it’s pretty amazing that she hasn’t kicked me out yet. I’m a very lucky guy, and I know it.