I’m editing something right now that’s chock-full of overly complicated passive voice construction. I’m convinced that an energy vampire wrote it in order to drain my life force.
Dangerprone Daphne, upstairs at the Edinburgh Castle, San Francisco, 2000-2001ish.
We were into decorating the stage and hanging piñatas and stuff, but I have no memory of this “GARAGE POP HOEDOWN” sign.
This bar has been around as long as I can remember in the San Francisco neighborhood where I grew up. As a kid, I was excited to grow up and hang out with the philosophers. It’s still my favorite iteration of this joke. But TBH, the bar is just OK.
The Reds, Pinks and Purples at Cloudland Theater in Minneapolis. Sometimes sad bastard music can be joyful and life affirming. They’re playing again Saturday. You should go.
In 1992, I was in Thailand when the military government slaughtered hundreds of protesters in the streets of Bangkok who just wanted the chance to vote for their leaders. I told myself I would not miss an Election Day after that.
