Turbonegrowl

So, we're hittin' Webster Hall tonight (blech) for the Turbonegro show. Don't get me wrong, I've been into their stuff for years, but I've seen 'em a few times now and -- I dunno -- I'm not especially psyched. Call it rock 'n' roll ennui. I should be grateful that I have the chance to see so many cool bands, right? Eh, whatever.

There's a metal band called Early Man opening up that should be cool. I heard one tune, and the riffs reminded me a lot of The Fucking Champs (whom I love). Unfortunately, the singer's obviously got a Hatfield-hard-on, and I ain't much of a Metallica fan.

Another factor: I don't want too drink much if at all tonight, and, well, Hanky and the boys aren't the best band to watch if yer goin' straight-edge for the evening. I'll probably succumb to the evil. If you grew up Catholic like I did, you'd understand my never-ending dilemma. You see, I can't just allow myself to have a good, free-wheelin' time. I must beat myself up psychologically for doing it, or it just doesn't feel complete.

Sad...so sad.