vano on vato, my total berry street experience

because i suck and had a migraine start kicking my ass around the time calhoun finished playing, i chumped on the darth vato show last night, but joe vano was there and can tell you about it. if this keeps up, i may have to use my recently-acquired medical insurance and go see a quack. or maybe andre can hook me up with on-the-natch remedies he learned from his mom the nurse.

i will say that it was nice to see all the ppl that came out to see darth vato and can't hang. (whatthefuck, reggae surf punks from maryland? and they were _tight_, too. like a fly's asshole, as we usedta say.) and the moon's chris maunder remains _the perfect host_. (a friend asked me, "is that guy the owner?" when i responded affirmatively, he said, "he looks like he _likes_ being the owner." as well he should.)

and tim locke remains my favorite candidate for rockstardom, not just because he has the talent 'n' toons, but because his onstage demeanor is so totally devoid of showbizzy "how you doin' fort worth?" boo-shee. plus his dad tom tells me he's got a buncha new songs. and it was byron gordon's b'day, too (the great 28). it's just kind of a bummer that calhoun isn't gonna gig again for awhile (big coma rally tour with flickerstick coming up). i never get tired of hearing those songs (although maybe they get tired of playing them). as if to recognize the weight of this, the aardvark even had a decent sound mix up front.

before calhoun, to have a total berry street experience, we went to the new expanded fuzzy's and scarfed down fish burritos 'n' shrimp quesadillas, then went for a drink at the cellar, which has changed very little since i first came here 25 yrs ago in that it's still like an old man bar (e.g., the kinda shot-'n'-beer places where i learned to be a man by watching the old guys that worked in the mill down the street, seeing the way they carried themselves, listening to the things they talked about, remembering not to say "fuck" when the occassional wimmin would grace the bar and matt or jerry would tell us all, "boys, let's show these ladies that this is _a gentleman's bar_"), even when populated by younger ppl, the kind of place you can strike up a convo with a total stranger across the bar and kill a couple of hours feeding the jukebox (which i usedta do regularly when i was freshly unemployed and got burnt out on spending my afternoons at the black dog). god bless the cellar and all who sail on her.

then today, we woke up and went to record town to shop for vinyl and see sumter bruton (who always gives me free gtr lessons from behind the counter), then to carshon's deli, which i'd never visited in all my years here in the fort in spite of the fact that i grew up on the east coast and simply adore some good jewish deli. gawd, i love this town.