Rock Haus

And it only took me a year or so...

For any of you that are local and remotely interested, you can now view a small group of my pictures hanging on the wall at the Fixx Coffee Bar at 3053 N. Sheffield.

woot!

Next goal - get a showing in a place where the owners *aren't* good friends of mine.

Awsome month for music

Last Sunday night I borrowed Mr. Jess and went to the Eels show at Park West. In lieu of opening band, we instead watched documentary about Mark Everett (aka "E") and his quest to find out more about his father, famous physicist Hugh Everett III. It was actually really interesting and now I know about Schroedinger's Cat, which surprisingly was something I had in fact harbored a curiosity about in the past. Eels were as awesome as I expected, with only E and "the Chet" on the stage, absolutely fantastic. Didn't take pictures since I didn't know what the camera policy would be and I didn't want the hassle.

Last night brought my darling boys from Baltimore back in Chicago for the night. Splitsville played at Elbo Room, my only complaint about the show was it could have been longer...full set of pics here.

In the planning stages of portraiture series...friend is Germany bound for the summer and I will be babysitting her lighting rig until september...hoping to make great use of it.

10 days til back to back Joe Jackson shows. woot!

My puppets have arrived! In a big tangled mess in a shopping bag, where no doubt they've been for at least 20 years since IGA supermarket closed forever ago. Not a complete set however, Pirate is missing his head, and dog is missing his legs, and entire cat is missing. I have sent Dad on a mission to find them...I have this wild notion of restoring them, because, you know, I don't have enough weird shit in my house already. Sod it, if I'm never getting any wey-hey-hey ever again, I'm not gonna worry about the stuff in my house creeping people the fuck out anymore.

Show is good to go, save one print I'm still waiting on...

So Elizabeth Berkley of Saved By the Bell and Showgirls fame is doing a reality show. It's on Bravo so no doubt it will be masquerading as a legitimate search for real talent...*whatever*... If *I* ruled the world, the contestants would be vying for a spot in some high fallutin "gentleman's club", and upon elimination, they would receive a slap in the face from Berkley, who would then declare them "a whore, not a dancer" and deliver them a short sharp push down a metal staircase.