c'mon!

last night at the attic was a metlin' good time. thanks for eventually conceding to let me in, by the way. i'm actually kind of susprised (see: not letting me in this summer-- refusing me with my own ID). drank a pile o' whisky (to add to the few i had before leaving the house). there were two metal bands: from lunenburg county (chaotic roots) and saint john in the nb (hollow), both of which were pretty decent. and then c'mon, who were amazing. an ian blurton band with katielynn, hotness of nashville pussy fame, and a dude named randy. i was really inuit, and rocked out in the front row, allowing me to touch katielynn's back and have ian blurton's crotch in my face. i don't go way back musically with ian blurton-- only to bionic, who i was pretty into when i saw-- but now he's out. and katielynn (who reminds me of my best friend jane from elementary school-- but if she wasn't a religiously repressed housewife, and say, instead was a bass-wielding rock goddess) is also done with nashville pussy (shit!) they are committed to c'mon, which excites me greatly. apparently they'll probably be swinging thru again in the spring, and are releasing an album at the end o' the month. i hung out with randy (who provided me with some water that the attic just won't give), the drummer for a lengthy stint, but i didn't go back to his hotel room as per his wishes. he was a good fella and all, but, uh, i wasn't inuit. c'mon, check 'em out! oh yeah, and choke played, but i wasn't to into caring. tight, but not my scene.

and i watched the simpson's treehouse of horror XV tonight, which was a fairly strong effort, and pretty amusing, as usual.