Lost Girls

'ello mates,

I had a great time at Tilly & the Wall last night. The two opening acts, Jason Anderson and Capgun Coup, were pretty good, too. The vibe was pretty positive—although after the show, a cute girl said to her friend, "...he was SOO annoying! I wanted to punch him in the FACE!" I guess she meant some guy in the audience. I actually sang along to a bunch of their songs. I felt like I was in a Debbie Gibson or Miami Sound Machine indie party with castanets, surrounded by a neon-ray chuck-wagon semicircle. Pretty cool!

I was wary about the Knitting Factory bouncers, after what my Ninjasonik breathren had endured a few weeks back. But things seemed ok. I felt like being cuffed by the police when I got my drinking wristband, though. It was a great feeling. Not! And eight dollars for a freaking Duvel is a lot of money. Paying more than six or seven bucks for beer isn't very practical, unless it's a hard-to-find import.

I painted my first piece on a wall in seven years. That's right. Seven years. I did it at 5 Ptz. in LIC and it turned pretty nice. I shoulda made the white cloud behind it cleaner, though. But, at least I got to paint next to this wonderful character by a French artist that's been up for quite some time now. I'll post brighter pics tomorrow, 'cause it's supposed to be sunny during the day.

I got my bike's back tire fixed today, too. Yay!

-----H