Brief Thoughts
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10/01/00
Strawberry played at The Beat Kitchen (2100 W. Belmont, Chicago) on Sept. 30, 2000
Arlis: So what’s up with that band Strawberry anyway?
K: Yeah, what’s up with that shit? Synthy rock Cosmopolitan.
Julia: I liked the wigs. The wigs were cool. And the drummer -
A: Oh, and when the bass player was turned away fixing his bass strap and you could still hear the sound of a bass twanging.
K: .. I wouldn't mind owning some white pantsuits now.
J: The dresses on the dancers were like, like I imagine they glazed them with egg-whites. That to get them shiny, and to be really form-fitting.
K: ... hm. Really big, colorful feathers would've been .. nice.
A: Mixed guy in a blonde wig is pretty sexy.
10-1-00, 3:25 am, early morning.
As you may be able to tell I am not on the red line anymore, but am home safe and sound, processing an outing last night. Last night, several hours ago. Nothing ridiculous, nothing wild. However did get to see an Anal Cunt show, unexpectedly with L. A. and W. W. after they performed in Strawberry earlier that night at the Beat Kitchen.
Anyway, I was pleased to spend a portion of the night with Weasel and Liz.
Get one thing straight. I don't hang out with these people on a regular basis or anything, in fact peripheral acquaintances is a good description. So don't go reading this page like I'm real tight friends with them or something okay dummy.
In any case, on this particular night WW and LA are cute and very pleasant, in a way that isn’t deliberate or disgusting. Er, I don’t mean “Cute” and “Pleasant” in the derogatory, normal sense, I just mean that I didn’t mind being the observer of their conversations from the back seat driving to and from Smiler Coogans. In fact, I feel like I enjoyed myself most of the time just sitting there. Listening to Liz talk about various cats and rubbing Weasel’s leg while he drove, Weasel briefly talking theory on sub-genres of death metal. (And I know this is highly cheesy but when they were walking holding hands after the show – that was cute, too. Not kissy-kissy cute, more very-friendly cute.) Besides witnessing their cute couple-ness, I was pleased to have Liz talk to me a bit about the material on her solo CDR. That I will probably write more about in a harder copy of Mammal Warzone.
Anal Cunt played at Smiler Coogan's (5637 W. Grand Ave, Chicago). I’d never seen an Anal Cunt show. I don’t think they ever played in Hawaii. Basic description, Anal Cunt is a metal band that does songs about being purposefully offensive. The frontman Seth Putnam looks older than I would have imagined. Neither disappointed nor happy about that. I'm not a fan of Anal Cunt, but never having seen them perform live before I was curious what they would be like. This was the extra late, second show they were doing that night. They were kind of all drunk and Seth P sat on a chair and complained about being old. About five or six minutes of their set would've been fun, however it kind of went on and on. I looked around the space.
On a tangential note, not related at all to Anal Cunt or their music, Liz once posted:
Here's a true stripper beauty tip, one I've never done but have seen employed in real life. When going out for a night of dancing/cavorting in dark places and you're wearing open-toed shoes, don't worry your pretty face off about gnawed-off toenails. Just get glow-in-the-dark nail polish and literally *paint* the shape you want your nails to be on the chewed-up skin of your toes...
And indeed at the black-lit room at Smiler Coogans, Liz pointed out this very phenomenon with some of the women hanging around the bar with their men.
Tried to figure out the capacity for the performance space at Smiler Coogin’s. I would guess you could fit 50 people standing comfortably. There were maybe that many people in the audience for the show, dwindling down to about fifteen people by the last song. One of which was Hootie and the Blowfish tribute song that I thought was kind of catchy called Hootie and the Blowfish are Gay.
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