My half-brother attended U.C. Santa Cruz. Which you can decode as you see fit. And in other Santa-Cruz-related events, maybe I should take a moment to talk about the last time we played there. I'm not sure the name of the place, but the boys from Fischer hooked up a house show and it was a lively and entertaining affair. I remember most a lady of
nearly 30 exactly 23 years that kept rocking out front and center, her (rather bountiful) bosom plowing into me with reckless abandon. I made numerous and violent attempts to steer very clear of her heft to no avail. I bring this up only in relation to the idea of "Santa Cruz" and the images it conjures up in my head, and also to briefly allow us all a moment to reflect on howfor/whyso it is that such an instant stands out so vividly in my mind. Which is mostly because of how rare it is for a lady to be anywhere near our jam sesh's. I.e. never. Some wallflowers, a few claws at our backs, but that's it. I watched VH1 Classic Albums: Nirvana's "Nevermind" on Youtube the other day with Sven and at some point (4:17 of this clip) some prescient half-wit talks about how "everybody" knew Nirvana was going to make it big because girls would always dance (dance?!) at their early gigs. So then, clearly a high cleavage-to-performance ratio yields fame, fortune, and everything that goes. Endpoint being: our band is doomed. Save for the glory of this one punktress lady with her chest all hither and thither, ours is a rockstar life built on the backs of pubescing boys.
Alas, no heroin money for us.
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Hope you like the new feel of the website.
Thinking about moving to Mexico City.
In the meantime, I'll see you here very soon!