"Revolution is the Opiate of the Intellectuals"
Now Playing: an indistinct rattle from last night overstaying its welcome
You can see the title quote on a wall in Lindsay Anderson's O Lucky Man! (1973), which I loved in high school but now think is pretty overrated, certainly not comparable with if... (1968), but the soundtrack's terrific. That's my homage to May Day, thanks.

I had fun last night, and it's a long time since I've done so. I arrived at the Blind Pig after a self-imposed Vincent Price retrospective at 1516 Geddes--The Masque of the Red Death (1964) and Theatre of Blood (1973). They were great, especially the latter, and I won't say anything about them except that I am willing to kill for Eric Sykes' Snively Whiplash-caliber mustache.

A pleasant surprise--along with the Hard Lessons and the Avatars, the Elevations were playing as well. Three of Michigan's best bands for $8! I love the Elevations, although I really didn't get into the night's groove until the Avatars, led by the delectable Mariah Cherem--picture an amalgam of Wendy O. Williams, Joan Jett, and one of those "Nagel girls" from the cover of Duran Duran's Rio and you have a vague idea. I spent much of the next half hour imitating a Shaker next to a fellow doing likewise, and I'm guessing neither of us knew the first thing about knitting. I'm still making my way through the Hard Lessons' CD; I only had three Molsons but it's been a long time since I imbibed, so I still had a headache this morning.

Anyone interested in a meal at the Fleetwood Diner should try it Sunday morning--you get good food for rock-bottom prices (for Ann Arbor, anyway) and the pleasure of listening to servers Kathy and Aviva joking and making my day brighter (and yours, if you have any taste). Highly recommended.

My boss thinks I should go to culinary school. I'm going to exhaust the library option first, but it's an honorable profession and definitely worth considering...