crush the protagonists' hopes and dreams into a fine paste

There was a few pretty cool shows on saturday night, I probably went to the coolest, I'm talking about Reverend Horton Heat at the Metro.

I met up with a friend to have a few beers before heading to the Metro so we got there just in time to see the last song of The Goddamn Gallows set. It's hard to judge a band by one song, so I'll just go ahead and say they were pretty cool. Larry and His Goddamn Flask came on next, along with the fourth banjo sighting of the night. Straight up, there was a lot of banjos all over the place that night, it's just... how does that even happen? I bet there are people out there who don't even know what a banjo is and here they are, all over the place on saturday night. That's okay though! I've always thought banjos were cool, well not always, since I was about 17 or so. Larry and his Flask got up on stage and proceeded to floor me with some badass music and some great high jinks. For once I was not the guy in the werewolf mask. Midway through their set, dudes picked up some brass instruments and then it was really on. The Reverend and co. came up third. I wasn't sure how they were suppose to top LAHF, but the second they started any worry was blasted away by Pscychobilly Freakout. They proceeded to play a really good set that covered a lot of stuff, even a song from their christmas album, and two kick ass covers, Ace of Spades and Folsom Prison Blues. I mean shit, these guys are pros and it shows. It was almost too much fun. Almost. What can I say really? Good bands, good friends, good times. That's basically all I want when I go out for the night.

The last novel I read was Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett, part of the Discworld series, but it isn't mired in all sorts of lore, also it's hilarious. Basically it's about a motley crew that has to stop a magical clock from starting, lest it bring in the apocalypse, but it's more complicated than that. I can't believe I never read any of this guy's books before, but one of my friends assured me that it would rock and here we are. Of course it's ridiculous. It's not the kind of book one goes into waiting for unseen forces to crush the protagonists hopes and dreams into a fine paste, you know what I am saying?

I also recently read No Such Thing as a Vampire by Richard Matheson. It's my favorite vampire story of the year. Then again it's the only one I've read thusfar.

My birthday is coming up soon. As in speeding towards me in a matter of days. As in over the coming weekend. There's a few concerts coming up this weekend. Some are far, but the thought of driving around without any particular destination is not very appealing. Also the Chicago Zinefest, which sounds neat. I don't know what I will be doing. That's usually par for the course on my birthday. Usually I just walk around for a while, see what happens. I think that will be the plan. I don't actually like planning stuff for my birthday, so I try to keep it on the downlow. It's okay that my friends give me stuff, I totally dig that cause it's never anything lame, but it's fine if they don't because they have already given me the gift of friendship all year round. Excuse while I go hang myself for saying the gayest thing ever. Ha ha ha.