That's what I call rock n' roll

Currently listening to: Conservative Dad
Currently reading: a contract

This band stops for no apocalyptic weather. Yesterday there was flash flooding in Seattle. Last night the wind blew over a bunch of trees and power poles (one of those trees, unfortunately, landed straight on top of my friend Miss Devylish's poor car). For most, this was a good reason to stay home. But the H, In the Empty City, Phobophobe and Key Note Speaker rocked a crowd of almost 20 at the Mars Bar.

Even with the thin turn-out, it was a lot of fun. So much fun that I annihilated my pinky by repeatedly banging it against the bridge of my guitar. I'm not sure how this lack of coordination came about given that I've been playing the guitar for, oh, 18 YEARS now. I was informed by Andrew, the H's favorite sound dood, that I was living rock n' roll. Here are some pictures of the physical manifestation of rock music.

In other news, I played a few cover songs solo at a house party last weekend. The house party and bake sale was a benefit for Rock N' Roll Camp for Girls. It was thrown by my ladyfriend's band, Another Perfect Crime. They rocked their first show and in the end, we raised enough to pay for a camper to attend the camp!

A pleasant surprise was how the show turned into a little bit of a talent show. There were many musicians in attendance, the nice boys in Conservative Dad being among them. They played stripped down versions of a few songs and, holy christ, they write some good songs. So, they're going to honor the H with their good songs at our CD release party.

Hooray!