i think i'm degenerating. i think i'm melting down into my own version of primordial ooze. more and more i come into work and fantasize about kicking the shit out of everyone i see, especially my co-workers. aren't you supposed to hate the customers?

apparently the store manager decided she would come back from florida today. she's been gone for an entire week. i'd say it was a peaceful week, but all kinds of other dumb shit dropped onto my plate, so…yeah. i may have mentioned that my manager is an ignorant slut. yeah. today i've upgraded her to a word i dare not even say in the confines of my own l'il weblog.

oh, hell…this is my space…she's a cunt. there. i said it.

the altercation occurred as soon as she showed up. she started giving me shit for parking directly behind the store. this led to the following conversation…

her: you need to move your car. i thought i told you not to park there.
me: it's saturday. i parked there every saturday for a year.
her: you need to park it in the garage. that's why we pay for parking passes.
me: if you want me to move my car because you want to park there, just say so. let's not beat around the bush.
her (flustered): just move your car.

so i didn't move my car. she finally got around to leaving and said "i thought i told you to move your car." i replied that i was too busy doing my actual work to drive the two blocks to the garage and walk back. she told me to move my car right then and there.

i relented. i know, i know…i backed down. but i was sick of hearing her whinyass voice. it makes me want to punch her, every time i hear it. so i moved the car.

as i was walking back, she was coming out of the store and then we got to have this little conversation…

her: thank you!
me: :::grumble:::…whatever…:::grumble:::
her: you're supposed to say "you're welcome."
me: well…you're not.

the standard worker bee thought of running around the workplace with a gun just doesn't cut it for me, anymore. now i want a switchblade. a hunting knife or something. i just want to run around stabbing people. i think it's more up close and personal. it shows you care.

you know…in the nicest, least psychopathic way possible.

telavet played last night. scott and i got really drunk and went to numerous other locations after the show. i saw a hot girl at the show and at a party afterward. i didn't talk to her very much. i'm a social retard.

i think i've revealed enough of my feelings of worthlessness for one day, thank you.

while i grumble and prepare to go to work…

the live and/or rare mp3 of the day (or so)
sifl and olly – fake blood, crescent fresh, and number one gravy
from the much loved (around these parts) sifl and olly show. season one.

yeah…today you get three because they're small and it's friday.

last night scott and i went out to the pinback show. they only made us pay half price because we didn't end up getting there until after pinback had already started. commence drinking. pinback played through quite a few tunes when they started pointing out that their bass player couldn't sing, mainly because it hurt him to even talk. this presented a big problem because he's half of the vocal impact. they played a couple more songs, with the guitarist pointing at the bassist's mic and saying "if anyone knows his parts, feel free to come up here. seriously." after that, they decided to let the bassist take a break, while the keyboard guy moved behind the drums and the two remaining pinbackers played through a ton of covers, including astrozombies and minor threat. that got old pretty quick. the drinks were too expensive to keep it interesting.

then we went to some party at the lava house. apparently no one else knew there was a party, mainly because with me and scott there were a grand total of twelve people in this huge warehouse. scott and i opted out to cahoots, where we ended up meeting up with chris, who was hilariously trashed. upon close inspection, everyone at the front bar was trashed, even the bartender. they were playing motley cr?e really loud and singing along on the house microphone. someone announced last call at 2:30 and they were quick to correct that.

"i repeat…this is not last call. please keep drinking…"

so we did. and then we went home and bitched about women for the rest of the night.

it's a beautiful day and i'm stuck at work. this sucks more than i really care to relate.

the live and/or rare mp3 of the day (or so)
radiohead – permanent daylight
warrington, uk – 10.2.2000
this is from the same show as that cover of "the thief" came from the other day. i am cheating because i forgot to upload a new song last night. sorry.

i'm already quoting myself…

attention girls:

love,
brian.

yeah…and scott is right here and in full agreement.

sitting here, pre-work, wanting to stay home. isn't that the way it usually goes? one of these days i'll have a job i actually enjoy…

for those of you keeping score, clyde has begun her morning wake-up calls again. she walks around the entire house making little meow sounds, driving me absolutely crazy. it's been pissing me off to no end. i get up, dump food in her bowl that still has food in it, and try to go back to sleep.

me: here clyde…food. fuck you.
clyde: meow…whatever, fucker. you'll do whatever i say!
me: damn it.

the story of my life.

i've also come to the conclusion that i am completely incapable of asking a girl out in any sort of effective manner. once again…the story of my life.

the live and/or rare mp3 of the day
sonic youth – genetic
a semi-rare b-side from the dirty era. damn good.

now i have to go to work. damn it. the story of my life.

the show: last night i ventured out to the skatepark to check out irina, black widows, pretty girls make graves and small brown bike. the show was long and loud. irina pulled out all the stops, but seemed to suffer from being way up on the stage. they made numerous comments about how quiet the crowd was and even asked "is it the stage?" someone's witty response: "it's because you're not playing music." black widows shredded, as usual…and then i was introduced to pretty girls make graves. there was a lot going on under the hood of that rock and roll outfit, to say the least. comprised of (as i'm told) ex-members of murder city devils and kill sadie, they tried their best to blow the whole damn roof off the place. the show ended when the bass player ended up breaking a string on his third bass of the evening (this one belonging to small brown bike, the first two being his). needless to say, they rocked.

small brown bike took the stage after ironing out the bass string issue, and played all material from their newest record, with two new songs sprinkled in. the new stuff is sounding great. they made me promise to be in ddetroit for michigan fest on saturday the 23rd, mainly because i mentioned it was a possibility.

and they finagled a copy of the march mix from me. i mentioned it because it had a track of their's on it, and they wanted to see it. "this looks cool…can we have it for the ride home?"

i talked to a very cute girl at the show. she ended up with my number. we'll see if she calls.

now: i am sitting at work with a splitting headache. i have successfully wasted my last few minutes here by writing this show review in the guise of a normal post. i am crafty like that.

now i'm going to leave.

the live and/or rare mp3 of the day (or so)
radiohead – cinnamon girl
radiohead covering neil young live. somewhere.

later: the (uneventful) events of last night's small brown bike show…

rumbling out of bed on a monday afternoon (i always get stuck with the dumbest off days) at 1pm is kinda satisfying. the rest of the world is out slaving away, almost to the point of escape for the day and i'm just barely pulling my ass out from under the covers.

the usual weekend debauchery transpired. as…usual. matt, paul, neil and i all went up to cahoots to shoot a few more holes in our respective livers. scott ended up arriving on the scene, just like the night before. then we went over to matt and paul's to drunkenly watch some sifl and olly. damn straight.

looks like someone at pitchfork forgot to pay their bills. oops.

the live and/or rare mp3 of the day (or so)
jawbox – low
jawbox covering r.e.m. from the out of print (i'm pretty sure) surprise your pig compilation.

i also reserve the right to not post new songs on sundays. because i am lazy.

the live and/or rare mp3 of the day (or so)
zwan – glorious
pomona, ca – 11.16.2001
their first show.

apparently dave pajo is singlehandedly responsible for making billy corgan cool again:

when jimmy met pajo he was starstruck. he just kept saying ?wow. you?re fucking dave pajo. man, you rock. wow!? we couldn?t believe he would even jam with us.?

you can read the rest here.

jesus. i really need to learn to not stay out so late on friday nights. trying to scrape my ass out of bed to be in work by 9am is nearly impossible. like today…i decided not to come in until 10:30. word. now i'm just stuck sitting here, wasting away the next 5 hours before i can go home and take a nap.

saturday afternoon checklist: still tired? check. same headache i've had for the past 3 days? check. stuck at work? damn it…check.

so…last night i got home from work, started burning copies of the march mix and assembling covers, when i realized i didn't have any bubble mailers. this comes as no surprise since i've never had bubble mailers in the first place. so i got ahold of seth and we headed out to wal-mart. i ended up buying all of the cd sized mailers they had (too bad they were manilla…my new mailing labels would have kicked much more ass on white; but still…much ass they be kickin'). seth and i hung out for a while and went over some live stuff he had stored away on some cds (you'll be seeing the results of this sometime soon) and he let me borrow doom generation, since i've never seen it.

why did no one tell me there was a movie where rose mcgowan got naked? thanks a lot, assholes.

and then adam called and i met him up at ramsi's. we hung out there for a while, then headed over to cay-hoots. we hung out for a while when a certain mr. norman showed up. he commented that he was "lookin' for his peeps" because, apparently, matt and paul never ended up over at the back door, stranding neil without a posse. so we sat and shot the shit, me, chris, adam, and neil…until scott showed up.

"yeah…i went to the back door looking for you guys…"

it was one of those nights.

and now i'm stuck here. what a downer.