thanksgiving night @ lola's

stripped-down, art-project duo bastardos de sancho (that's lucha-masked hose aaaaaaayy!! on gtr/voxxx and hose b on the wildest percussion rig this side of restaurant) covered all their rockaroll bases, from ac/dc to zz top; while reminiscent of lotsa dirty-blooze duos, this is truly the kind of thing that could only happen in texas, and the me-thinks cover was an inspahrd choice, altho i preferred their jim croce-getting-his-ass-kicked-in-an-alley deconstruction of "don't mess around with jim." the great tyrant played with real vengeance and their new song was killer (jon teague: "it's nice to play with people that can do all this complex stuff, but then turn around and say, 'let's do something real simple in 5/4'"). they are my favorite band o' the moment. the mighty me-thinks played the tightest set we've heard from them in awhile, with sir marlin von bungy's gtr up front in the mix where it belongs and new toonage of their own ("was wulf," dedicated to asian media crew member and soul of the h.c.-riverside crew, ratsamy). lola's impresario brian forella was in the house, waxing ecstatic about his new spot in the stockyards, which i have yet to see. my sweetie shot lots of pics, which in the fullness of time will be viewable on her photo blog. yeah!