Does anyone want to go to a Hylozoists concert with me? My treat.
I just found out Hylozoists are going to be playing at the Liberty Lounge at Mount Royal College (in Calgary) on Friday, September 22. Eva would love to go, but it's at a +18 venue, and Jerry doesn't want to go because we are going to see John Prine the next night, and that's too much concerting for the lad.
You would have to:
a) get to Calgary
b) be at least 18
c) be on your own the next night because I'm going to another concert
Let me know and I'll score tickets. I don't want to wait too long though, like I did with the upcoming Corb Lund / Elliott Brood concert. It's at a fancy-schmancy sit-down venue and by the time I went to book tickets, there were only singles left. Damn!
<< Look what I did score tickets for, though! The Frank Black, aka Black Francis, aka Charles Michael Kittridge Thompson IV concert in November!
Alas, I think that this is the closest I will ever come to a Pixies concert, but I sure would love to see Kim Deal's band, the Breeders, who are apparently planning a new album release next year.
She has got to be one of the coolest women in rock, alongside Kim Gordon.
We watched The Hills Have Eyes last night. We thought it was going to be a mutant zombie flick, but alas, it was strictly mutants. Not a zombie to be had.
We had a lot of fun with it, though, as it was quite audience-interactive. Well frankly, most films watched at our house become that way whether they want to or not.
The family that was ambushed by mutants had these two German Shepherds - Beauty and Beast. But I thought they were called Judy and Brenda, but it turned out that the teenaged daughter was the one named Brenda, which is all wrong because there are no teenagers named Brenda.
Nobody under the age of 40 is named Brenda.
However, Brenda the dog turned out to be quite the star of the movie. She must have killed as many mutants as Doug, the vaguely Matt Good-alike son-in-law.
Go Brenda the dog!
Speaking (kinda) of zombies, though, I got a lovely email from Joel Crichton, the playwright of Eat My Brain today about my review of his production at the recent fringe. It's so gratifying to hear back from the minds behind these creations.