gotta win sometime

I sold the boat
I seriously discussed my future salon job
A producer for a movie called me
Got a new pair of boots
Found a dollar on the sidewalk

Chalk this one up as a good day.

that was a setup

This weekend I made a feather chest piece necklace for less than two dollars using craft store feathers, leather scraps from vest making and ribbon. I also ran across those elusive Patricia Field for Payless ankle boots in my size for 10 bucks. Oh, and this is my cat Cobra Commander.

everybody's gotta believe in something

We made it into New Orleans around 6:45. The doors to the Howlin Wolf opened at 7:00 and with 8 bands on the bill, we definitely had time to kill. We grabbed a free meal at the casino and were let down that it didn't remind us so much of Vegas as we had hoped. Afterward we met up with Jacob, his friend Pokey and a guy whose face seemed to invite a fight or attention from drunk girls. A few blocks and a few hot beers that had traveled from Baton Rouge later and we were in the CBD outside the venue. Since we're still in the sticky, South Louisiana summer months, the squatters hadn't migrated down from New York yet. Leaving it a nice eclectic crowd of locals. We stayed outside as long as we could drinking what beer we had brought, before we were forced inside to pay bar prices for cold brew. We managed to catch the entire Pallbearers' set before the headliners began. Veterans of the New Orleans punk scene and hard to miss with the scarred vocalist with waist length dreadlocks, larger ones sprouting smaller ones, The Pallbearers were one of the best bands of the night. Total Chaos played a set that seemed routine, not to mention all I was thinking about was how long it takes Rob Chaos to put up his perfectly spiked angry cotton ball hairdo he's been sporting for the last 500 years. Agent Orange played "Bloodstains", the rest is irrelevant noise. The reality of being in the punk rock retirement home was brought home by DI. It's a real coming to Jesus moment when you see these guys you remember from Suburbia, much older, much slower. FEAR, the highlight of my night, the purpose of even being there, the first punk band I got into. Lee Ving changed my life, saved my life and helped shape the person I am today. Pretty monumental for drunken, sexist rock n roll. Seeing them live was definitely one of those things I had to cross off my list. Lee sounded awesome and looked like my grandpa. I'm sure he only knew where he was because someone placed Mardi Gras beads around his neck, but it didn't matter. I couldn't help but have a smile on my face throughout the entire set.

Here's to the good ol days Lee.