Wednesday, Oct. 20

Sitting at THE BONEYARD bar, Jamaine and I kept dissolving into giggles.  Maybe it was 'cause we were DOING THE ROBOT on our barstools or maybe it was TONY D (Divine Cypher & Lurid) "THE DOUBLE FISTIN' MISTER" who was in fact drinking two beers simultaneously in mourning of Boston's win.

Main-E and I dipped down to HELL'S KITCHEN after promising bartender SEXY JEFF we would return in 45 minutes for more luscious Cosmos. THE GLASS FAMILY was way too loud and as soon as GOAT BOY met up with us we split, but not before getting many hugs from STRONGMAN JIMO.

Thursday, Oct. 21

THIRD THURSDAY ART WALK is, as you all know (or should know), a once a month chance to pull out the nice digs in your closet, meet other pretty people at various galleries and view gorgeous and interesting artwork.  RAMPART GALLERY is always my favorite. JAMES WHITON, the super handsome and soooo married phenomenal bassist, played amazingly with his band THE DOWNTOWN APOSTLES. A dancing WIG-WEARING GROUP OF TRANNIES entertained us with their silly over-the-top antics.  JOHANNA GARDENER (peacock costume) spun spooky hits between sets.  HOMETOWN CELEBRITY DOUG MACKEY, BILLY FROM HILBORNE, MISTRESS MARY and I went with ANDREA (James Hilborne's girlfriend) for a round of shots at CLUB SILVERSTONE.  Man, there is nothing like a bar full of middle-aged gay guys glaring at three beautiful women sweeping into their territory with two hot men between them. Oh if looks could maim or disfigure, we'd have been slipping in our own blood.  A cell phone call from BOBBLE TIKI and his MISSUS had me aiming to ALFRED'S CAFÉ AND BUBBLE ROOM. After many laughs and martini sloshes, the radiant Mrs. Tiki and I poured one SLOPPILY DRUNK BOBBLE into the chariot of cabs: Yellow Cab Lexus.  Not four steps out the door and I'm yelling, "I SAID: come on now, no more giggles, NOT HEY LET'S PLAY SLAP AND TICKLE!!!"  Bobble Tiki likes to play deaf when it suits him. I should know by now that when Bobble's going for the sweet meat he's in selective hearing land.

Friday, Oct. 22

KEVIN DAY screams in my ear that TOP HEAVY CRUSH (THC) will be playing their first show at Fenders Oct. 30 with Manntis, as Dollarstore Cowboys ripped it up on Hell's Kitchen's stage.  It's been over a year since Day played and should prove worth the wait.  GO LISTEN and KEN DOLL got back from Seattle, reporting that INTERPOL WAS NOT ALL THAT.  GO LISTEN grabbed two punk pins for my jacket and made my night. I love presents!  SMOOTH stopped by to report VAN HALEN WAS ALL THAT as Sammy and Eddie hugged and kissed all night through all the hits.  Later, LA PUSH AT JAZZBONES was seriously funky.  I hope they bring that band back soon. 

Saturday, Oct. 23

Fenders was slow to fill.  THE ENVY TOTALLY RULED, as DRUNKEN JUSTIN proclaimed in my face.  Too bad they are underage and had to leave right after their set.  CLANCY THE CLOWN loved RYEWIRE and bought four CDs.  VINDALOO rocked the freakin' place apart when they finally took the stage at midnight.  Ben, their singer/guitar player, blew out a channel on his amp, but that didn't ruin the night. A CHOCOLATE SNOWMAN shot with Justin and FAST-TALKING SHAWNA REID perked things right up. 

Speaking of Fast-Talking Shawna, she's taking time off from booking NEENER'S PUB. Seems the owner's letting anyone book shows there, which would explain the poor bands lately, confusion over dates and bands not showing up at all.  Take the Battle of the Bands that didn't happen last weekend as advertised for one example. Fast-talking Shawna is an asset. Too bad Neener's didn't realize it.

Tonight, Oct. 28

Go to BOB'S JAVA JIVE TONIGHT!  The BRIAN KENNY FRESNO SHOW is the spectacle of spectacles.  Think Will Farrell, nitrous balloons and mushroom tea. Mix in an overhead projector with song lyrics and sock puppets and you've got a rousing sing-along the likes of which Tacoma has never seen.  My favorite song: "STONER DETECTIVES."