I found it in the parking garage

I swear this is not a Yankees blog. Over the weekend I found a Mets blog, and it looks a lot like my blog except it only talks about the Mets, and of course there is a nasty Derek rant. Over-rated, over-hyped, blah, blah, blah. I am beyond giving a shit.

Islands show Friday night, and the opening acts really got my attention. Cadence Weapon is a sweet Canadian hip-hopper. I saw him after his set, and believe it or not I was mildly star struck by a Canadian. I was smitten when during one of his songs he dropped this line:

"I used to write for pitchfork. I'm really sorry about that."

How can you not love that. I saw him after his set. I said it was really good. We exchanged a palm slap and it really hurt.

Why? was the other opening act, and as part of the anticon collective, a lot of people were at the show to see him. It would seem that I had heard him before. I knew there was something familiar.

There were some bullies in the audience. One of them took his shirt off, and was trying to start trouble with this twee-boy. I was wondering where in the eff these analog vatos thought they were because most of the boys at this venue would rather be darning their over-used cardigans than brawling in a club. There was no shortage of talent in the audience, but I could not help feeling out of place since I recently had a haircut, and I was wearing absolutely nothing from the thrift store.

Saturday morning was all about recovery. Brunch at BBG cafe, and in keeping with the spirit of my new side project I have to say: Great plates, horrible tables. Some B-list Silverlake sell-ebrities, but none of them are in Star Trek so who really gives an eff.

Watched Batman Begins, and I enjoyed it. Watched Paradise Now and I enjoyed it even more. Watched 12 episodes of Star Trek Voyager and the confluence of emotion defies description. Tapioca would have to be my word of the day.