Zen Frisbee, Mindless Self Insulgence, The Fourth
Mindless Self Indulgence played to a crowd of young vampires Saturday. While their goth metal was staccatically chirping I was busying my mind with thought experiments regarding the mechanisms required for the origin of successful cooperative behavior. Mops were set on fire. Hyper-pregnant moms were smoking. A girl got her ass signed by the guitarist then spends the rest of the night making out with the obscene french clown of a singer (think Roberto Benigni on meth) while her boyfriend looks on awkwardly. Out of nowhere Mary stops by after work and we go for a bike ride.
Looking forward to seeing how the Fourth shapes up. Helping Kemp with Eno Festival then basking in Evil Wiener at the cave. (Hv ben nstlgc 4 d tym whn 1 wuz Cht Kncklchst.)