Rock Haus

I already told you, but I' telling you again: Get your ass to this show

And by *your ass* I mean you, last time I checked, Double Door doesn't allow livestock, unless it's with the band and then only if it's specifically noted in the rider...

Dirtbox Racers
Jesus and the Devil
8 Inch Betsy

Double Door, Tuesday 2/7, doors at 8, show starts at 9, $5 cover.

Come on out for a healthy pre-hump day dose of beer, mayhem, and good old fashioned Rock and Roll (or RAWK!!!, as the kids like to call it). Still not convinced? okay, there is also the distinct possibility that Rev. Chris of DBR may be so overcome with excitement that he will shriek like a glee addled schoolgirl on a Pixie Stix bender. Still not enough? well how about the opportunity to give El Quattro his birthday trouncing in front of his MOM!! If THAT doesn't get you out of the house, you clearly have no soul, and more than likely harbour deviant and unseemly tendencies relating to marmalade and pictures of Dame Edna..

Yes, this post is a rehash of a bulletin I posted on MySpace yesterday. I'm just that lazy.

Still better than listening to Celine Dion

Woo! more dental surgery! hooray! 1 possibly 2 teeth coming out!! Granted, one is a wisdom tooth I would have had out eventually anyway. But 2 teeth. That sucks.  I go in Friday morning, have secured a buddy to make sure I get home after (and who made the concilliatory remark "but at least it's not 2 front teeth - then you couldn't eat apples") and plan on spending the afternoon in a vicodin haze. Ah, vicodin, the light at the end of the tunnel.

I am another step closer to dying a toothless old crone. Bully for me!

God is punishing me through my teeth

Although I was an English kid who ultimately grew to be an American adult, my latent Englishness is apparently choosing to manifest itself through my teeth (well, that and my superfluous use of  the letter "U").. After last year's debacle I'd hoped I might be spared further grief, at least until I could get some dental insurance. Not to be. One of my molars broke on Saturday and although mercifully, it didn't hurt at the time, it's starting to hurt now. Fortunately, I am going to the dentist tonight. The best part is,  after the get in there and really dig around and get it reallllly hurty, I won't be able to afford any scrips they give me! AWESOME.

On the bright side, my favourie meal to make right now is sauteed spinach and muchrooms with a fried egg (I hear you wretching out there - Misses Sarah and Jessica I'm looking at *you*) is very hurty tooth friendly.

Aaaagh

For lack of anything else to post, here's the latest MySpace solicitation(I now understand why my mother was adamant about removing me from the British public school system ASAP):

hello sweety how are u doing and am sure u are fine there ,well am marcus by name and am from london , l was a member of my space and l saw ur pic and profile which l thougth l should try as much as possible to know this beautiful baby which is you ,well u look like an angel that l ave been looking for many years.well am dievorce man with no children so am still single and need someone to hook with ,l dont know may be u can make up my dream one day.so if u think we need to get t know ourself better my add for yahoo messager is XXXXXXX@yahoo.com, so if u ave a yahoo messager pls try to add me there and let come together to chat for better.l think for now that what u need to know about me ,may be when u reply me back or we meet at yahoo messager we can now chat and talk bcos l need to know you better and also know what u are up to there ,wanna know u and am missing you cos l ave not be ur freind,bye for now .hope to here from u soon
marcus williams

My favourite part is "u ave a yahoo messager pls try to add me there and let come together to chat for better".

Loverman - part the deux

I know, it's feast or famine here at the Rock Haus, and today I just won't shut up. But I had something v. important to share with all of you...

Okay, so I really did bring this on myself, but in my undercaffienated condition, upon the receipt of my Elgin Sweetheart's missive, I shot back a salty reply to the effect of "I already got this email from you 3 times, I'm not interested, and if you actually *read* my profile rather than just looking at the picture*, you would realize that we have nothing in common, please don't contact me again".  I know, I know, one shouldn't responding to these freakshows, but well, I did.

I received the following reply: "I figured that anybody as ugly as you would be happy to get a little attention"

ouch.

Had I known he was capable of such witty repartee, I could *easily* have overlooked the fact that he is short, fat, balding, bereft of any discernable interests, that he uses internet chatspeak in introductory letters**, and raced as fast as my heart could fly me all the way to Elgin, and comenced ASAP with my fairy tale happy ending...

But now I've blown it. My one chance for true happiness.

*And if this perhaps sounds a little full of myself, I know I'm no Jessica Rabbit, but I also know there are a lot of women out there who are a whole lot harder to look at than I am.

** Not to mention he seems the unimaginative type who would buy stuffy toy bears and fucking balloons and cards with sick making poems addressed "to my lover" (vomit vomit vomit) on valentines day - I'll tell you what, you want to get Miss Lis' motor running? Come over, fix my sink, and make me a cup of tea - for that I love you long time.

Wondering...

If Oprah's public smackdown of James Frey sends him spiralling into relapse - will she do a show about it?

Lover man oh where can you be??...in Elgin, apparently.

He's back! Just in time for valentines day, my MySpace cassanova rears his somewhat balding head once more, this time with hearts and flowers on his mind:

Do you have room in your heart for a valentine???? Lol… Hello, my name is Jim,
I am a single white man who lives in Elgin Illinois. I saw your profile and thought we had a lot in common. Why don't you check out my profile and see if you feel the same way. If you do, you are welcome to give me a call at xxx-xxx-xxxx. I give you my number as I don’t have a computer at my home and only have access to one when I am either at the library or at school. I also do this to weed out those extremely introverted women who are not able to have a real relationship beyond the computer setting. I enjoy real life human contact as well as long conversations regarding just about any topic. I will use the computer just as a tool to introduce myself, but I feel that it is too impersonal in the long run. I enjoy a real voice hearing spontaneous conversation with a person who has no difficulty holding up their end of a conversation. I am interested in finding a genuine down to earth female. I desire a woman who can appreciate more than just a chat buddy. Whether you are interested in a possible relationship or a friendship makes no difference to me as I value both. My biggest turn off is hearing a woman go on and on about a previous relationship. Hey, we all have a past, and if you are over the age of 2..you have most likely been hurt at least once in your life. Get over it and move on is the code I live by. Life is too short for self pity and wasting time, thinking and waiting on a person who doesn’t appreciate or deserve the time spent on them to begin with. Missed opportunities due to this are a shame. If you are ready to pursue a new chapter in your life and ready for a man who is emotionally as well as physically available, then give me a call, Like I said, friendship is fine too as I am a loyal, honest, and trustworthy friend as well. Bye for now- James Ps. Let’s start this new year off right. lol. Pss. I am a hopeless romantic, so I do not mind traveling or possibly relocating for that special woman.

I guess what I'm wondering now is, did this cad send the exact same email to Miss Julie again? He must have a predilection for hot redheads. I suppose we can't blame him for that.

On a related note - Have I ever mentioned *just* how infuriating I find internet shorthand? "LOL" and the like...well I do, I just hate it, a LOT. I will accept it on IM, or text messages, but that is IT. It makes me want to punch people. It's just another sign that the English language is going to hell in a handbasket. I overheard someone actually SAY "L-O-L" once. It is a miracle I'm not now behind bars for ripping out this persons trachea with my bare hands. Leave this cutesy bullshit to the teenagers, and lets all talk like grown ups, shall we?

ooh - one more thing!

Tonight at Lincoln Lanes you can see one of Chicago's finest musical offerings - the Polkaholics for FREE - what could be better than that!!?

I would be at that show myself, but alas I will be shackled to the counter at B&V until 12:30. Boo hiss.

misc..

Posting continues to be light...not that i'm not musing...but lately it's been confined to my private meat world journal where I can do little doodles and make lists and lecture myself at great length about how I need to pull my head out of my ass and stop being such an insufferable spazzy GIRL.  makes me sick really, all of you (well, aside from those of you subjected to emails which I hope have since been deleted) should thank me for sparing you.

The fog is lifting, however, plans formulated, rules put in place, new perspectives and approaches...yes. Things will be much better soon.

So what's new. Well...not much...but exciting things coming up...

Tuesday February 7th the v. sexy and talented Dirtbox Racers make their debut at Double Door playing with Jesus and the Devil, and 8 Inch Betsy. Be at this show.

In a couple of weeks I'm heading out for a weekend in Charm City, to re-group, and spend some quality time with a couple of founding members of the slush council - very much looking forward to it. I can't really afford it, but I need it.

Once I have dispensed with the financial backlash of my weekend away, I have some plans for a photo series, a couple of art projects, home improvements, self improvements, and general changing of the plan.

So I suppose that's it.

How big is "big"?

First show in a while last night - Big Head Todd and the Monsters.

I worked a BHTATM show last year - completely forgot about it - this is how entirely unremarkable they are. Their music is soft rock pap, along the same vein as The Dave Matthews Band, but with the notable distinction that as yet, BHTATM have not dumped a vat of human waste on a boat full of unsuspecting architecture enthusiasts. I have no real issue with them, their music is inoffensive enough, it doesn't inspire me to run out and garner their entire catalogue, but it also doesn't make me want to jam knitting needles in my ears, or go on a killing spree – which, until I get to pick the bands that play, is really all I can ask.

The audience was a little difficult, rife with fist pumping ex fratboys who can no longer hold their alcohol (assuming of course that at one point they could), and the newly enacted smoking ban added a whole new and exciting layer of fuckwittery to the evening. One gentleman however, kept me entertained for some time, standing by the beer tub, clad in his football jersey that probably fit him a lot better 30 pounds ago, eyes closed, lost in the music and rocking out...the fun part was that he was doing air guitar.  Now people, nobody looks cool playing air guitar, but when your posture speaks more of Tiny Tim than Eddie Van Halen, it can be highly amusing.

Overall, it wasn't the worst evening, I worked the stage door, for which I volunteered, so as to circumvent all the aggravation that comes with the 18+ shows...Mr Head Mucky Muck for the evil empire that manages the venue told me "thanks for doing a great job" (nice, but considering I'd done little more than stand around all night it smacked of condescension) After the show, as the band passed me by, I got a head nod from Todd, which wasn't nearly as exciting as one might think since Todd's head really isn't very big. It could perhaps qualify as "slightly larger than average" but to actually call it "big" is really overstating. Todd’s not gonna be invited to join the Jim Rose Circus Freakshow with that head any time soon....but I suppose "Slightly larger than average head Todd and the monsters" is a bit of a mouthful, isn't it.

On an unrelated note - hey Baltimore people - who all's gonna meet me at Mollys for a drink the weekend of February 10th?