Well, here it is. An update. I’ve been horribly lax in writing lately. Mainly because I just don’t feel like I’ve got much to say. I’ve begun to re-think what exactly my intent of doing this site is. At first I figured it’d become just another one of the gazzilions of other e/n sites out there and I’d just ramble about whatever struck me as worth writing about. I wanted to have a fancy website too, just like all of my friends! “Oooh, I’m a dotcommer, I’m so special!”. And I thought it’d be neat to have “geek” and “ass” on a t-shirt. But now it’s to the point where I really have no clue what the purpose of this site is.  I don't really know what I want to focus on. I think my problem is the fact that I think it is not worth my time to ramble about what I think. At any rate I’ll be doing some show reviews for awhile until something else sparks my interest enough to write about. First up: The Dead Kennedys show at Trax-March 11, 2002.  

    This past Monday the enterprising owners of 3rd Millennium Comics shut down shop and went down to a local venue to take advantage of the comp tickets we received to a Dead Kennedy’s show. After being forced to stand out in the cold rain for ten minutes we finally made our way inside where they were searching people for weapons, drugs, small animals, sex toys, booze, and anything else fun. I always like watching inept door people do their jobs. The guy who was searching me made sure he knew exactly what was in all of my pockets, THEN opened a deck of cards (cuz we do have to have a deck of cards everywhere we go)and searched the entire thing to make sure I wasn't smuggling in any crack or C4. Yet at the same time he was inspecting my trusty deck of Bicycle brand poker he neglected to notice the Benchmade Emerson folding knife I had palmed in my hand. Ahh, bouncers. U guyz is smarrt. Being the lazy bastards we are, we made our way to the first booth we could find-conveniently located in the back of the club away from the stage, but within spitting distance of a second bar. Perched happily in our designated spot we awaited the opening band, All Out, to take the stage. They put on a decent show, but nothing too horribly exciting I’m sorry to say. Maybe I’m just not as into the punk rawk as I used to be. Their set ended and the old men I’d seen wandering around a bit before the show got onstage and it was then that I realized that they weren’t simply older crusty roadies, but the older crusty members of the band. Having never seen a DK show before I’ve nothing to really compare the show to. He may be no Jello, but Brandon Cruz did do a decent job of singing for the band. It’s good to see a 40 year old man bouncing around stage screaming the songs. It gives me hope that maybe I’ll actually be cool when I’m that old as well. Overall, I was pleased with the show, but not too enthused. I’m extremely happy that we didn’t have to pay the ridiculous 13 Dollar cover charge to see the bands, as it really wasn’t worth it. I had more fun talking to friends that I haven’t seen in forever, checking out the ladies, paying too much for a pop, and watching Shenoah rock out and climb up on stage than I did watching the actual bands. Isn’t that what it’s all about though?