Friday, May 04, 2007

Mind-Rotture: A Paige-Turner

(Amended May 13, 2007.)

Hello... Attempted to post this immediately after the gig, but necessary frivolities (and banal necessities) precluded solitude. There was a certain urgency, however, as the Rotture gig slew expectations. After arriving in Portland's historic patchouli district, I thought we were doomed, but recon teams noted encouraging totems, and by night, blood was boiling.

(Kilynn passed the audition...)

Excellent sets throughout the evening... Such pleasures.

Little Claw's Kilynn and sonic ovipositor Dead Bird lent their inestimable frog toxin wrangling skills to our set, and a skin scraping affray ensued. I carved my face up quite nicely, or at least it seemed so after the event; I nearly broke Rat's arm to boot. There was a lot of scrabbling and stumbling, and no surfeit of direct inject apostasy. Just great all around.

Joy Department: Paige Flash appeared, as rumored, and ran off with my heart as soon as the apparition faded. She was slathered in glitter, decked out from neck to ankle in chic dominatrix holiday tack, and armed with her wicked wit and billion kilowatt smile... We share a lot of history, so the reunion was as sweet as it was fleeting.

(Of course, I forgot to take a photo with her...)

Mex after-gig breakfast, then oblivion. Awoke to hail, violent thunderstorms, then washed-out rainbows.


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