still no internet.

[dragonlady7]

Still no Internet, doing the still no Internet dance...
I have convinced myself that Since I Can't Be Productive, I Might As Well Write Totally Uninteresting And Self-Serving Fanfic In Obscure Fandoms. Ile-Rien it is, and it's totally just wish-fulfilment gapfillers with no narrative interest and very little of interest to fans or non-fans alike. But it makes me happy to gapfill, and so I am. Also, Writing is Fun Again, so that's good. I just have to shove the plotbunny out the tiny gap I have for it, and get it out of the way so I can transfer this newfound coherence into original stuff again. I mean to get back into Barbarians_Novel, and I have enthusiasm, just not for the proper characters. Must... shift... gears... Gnuh! But Kadjis is not as cute as Ilias!
A traitorous thought. And not true.


Last night Z had possibly nearly sorted the No-Internet issue, but then we went to see Heavy Trash, which is Jon Spencer formerly of the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, plus a bunch of total wackos. Interestingly the opening band was a Danish trio called Powersolo, and what was interesting was not necessarily them so much as the fact that at least two of the three of them were also in Heavy Trash, at least for that performance.
The lead singer of Powersolo, who was the upright bassist for Heavy Trash, was at first naggingly familiar, then vaguely disturbing, as I realized that what was bugging me was that he had a moustache identical to the one my father wore in Vietnam*, which is a really weird thing in general and in this instance was not exactly.... good. Anyway.
I don't have time for a review but I will say that if this tour is coming to your town go see it. Spaz-rock, not as you'd expect, but with vaguely Elvis-like vocals, portentous proclamations, shrieking and dancing, and a really rockin' beat. I can't explain it. It's a fucking awesome show.

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* Sandy-blond handlebar. For the alert among you who point out that US military personnel aren't allowed moustaches, I add in this relevant tidbit: Dad wore it as a mark of defiance against the paper-pushers who told him he couldn't have it. If I can't have it, he said, you come out here and make me shave it off, and no one ever did, possibly because they weren't complete idiots.

Comments

[jennnlee.livejournal.com]

Huh. My dad was in the National Guard and had a mustache all the way through the 70s and 80s. Maybe the reserves don't count?

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Possible-- I don't know, but I know it was a big deal.

When my dad went back in the National Guard he shaved his beard off-- that was a big event in my life, and I remember crying (I was three or so). But, again, it may vary by region?

[jennnlee.livejournal.com]

Hmm, no idea. My mom bugged him and bugged him to shave his mustache (he's always had it as long as I could remember), and finally one night he did - in the middle of the night, so we didn't know. Mom woke up the next morning, rolled toward Dad, and started flat-out screaming. I thought she was being murdered. He was so proud.