|netik:||what is this|
|netik:||oh my gof|
|jwz:||it just keeps getting better, wait for it|
|netik:||this reminds me of the clay people|
|otterley:||this looks like something out of my high school video production class|
|jwz:||this totally would have been released by cleopatra in 1993|
song and video
|netik:||cleopatra would have made a tribute album for this guy's band|
eric would have submitted a remix
The Hunger! C:\ "Do you know how many timezones there are in egypt" remix
This time I managed to mostly avoid the great jetting plumes of pot smoke that went off twice a minute like a school of whales breaching, but mostly my reaction to the show was, "I think there might be a band playing beneath this molar-rattling bass hum." How do you manage to make the bass howl like that when the band has no bass or drums? Jesus.
But I'll count the 25 minute, $16 quesadilla that tasted like a $2 grilled cheese sandwich as "my own damned fault". There was a time when the food at Fillmore was actually pretty good, but I keep forgetting that that time was, like, more than ten years ago.