So I went to see Ex-Voto (bland, standard goth metal; oddly enough the lead singer was wearing corpse paint) and The Birthday Massacre (happy fun pseudogoth pseudometal) on Sunday night. TBM rocked the hizzouse, yo.
Above: Michael and Chibi (right) on stage.
Ben was there, too, along with some of his university friends, who where all nice and friendly. Good to see him again; seems we run into each other only at concerts, 'cos the last time I saw him was at the VNV Nation show last May. And also, the new Howlin' Wolf is a really nice place. The pre-Katrina one was a total piss-stained dive. The new one is comparable to, say, One-Eyed Jacks, only a little bigger and with a bigger bar. The new place is roughly across Peters Street from where the old place was.
And yes, the pictures don't lie. Chibi, TBM's lead singer, is quite hot. If she were president she'd be Baberham Lincoln. I hope someone can talk her into becoming a SuicideGirl. Mmm... naked Chibi.
Finally, if you'd rather not read about me delving into parasuicidal navel-gazing, then don't read this. (Yes, it was written by me.) However, if you care about me even a little, please read it and give me your thoughts.
Hour and a half left til I'm off work. As per usual these days, I hunger for sleep, where I can dream and experience actual freedom and superpowers and other things you might read about in the homoerotic, masculist superhero comic books aimed at adolescent boys from the 1950s to present. The only differences are actual sensations and a decided lack of homoeroticism and masculism. Well, that and not being printed on newsprint and happening only in my superconscious, but still. You get the point.
Above: Michael and Chibi (right) on stage.
Ben was there, too, along with some of his university friends, who where all nice and friendly. Good to see him again; seems we run into each other only at concerts, 'cos the last time I saw him was at the VNV Nation show last May. And also, the new Howlin' Wolf is a really nice place. The pre-Katrina one was a total piss-stained dive. The new one is comparable to, say, One-Eyed Jacks, only a little bigger and with a bigger bar. The new place is roughly across Peters Street from where the old place was.
And yes, the pictures don't lie. Chibi, TBM's lead singer, is quite hot. If she were president she'd be Baberham Lincoln. I hope someone can talk her into becoming a SuicideGirl. Mmm... naked Chibi.
Finally, if you'd rather not read about me delving into parasuicidal navel-gazing, then don't read this. (Yes, it was written by me.) However, if you care about me even a little, please read it and give me your thoughts.
Hour and a half left til I'm off work. As per usual these days, I hunger for sleep, where I can dream and experience actual freedom and superpowers and other things you might read about in the homoerotic, masculist superhero comic books aimed at adolescent boys from the 1950s to present. The only differences are actual sensations and a decided lack of homoeroticism and masculism. Well, that and not being printed on newsprint and happening only in my superconscious, but still. You get the point.