this weekend...

i didn't race. it was too nice of a weekend, and i didn't want to spend it "racing." took a long day trip down to west virginia to gamble. there will be racing this coming up weekend. i'll put it up on the homepage.

went to the lime spider this weekend for some local music. first time at the bar. nice bar. good beer. drank arrogant bastard the whole night. from the tap. nice.

i would like to make a comment about local music. it sucks. i have not heard a local band in the last three years that i have said, "i would like to see them again." no one is original anymore. they all sound like someone else, or they are just so boring that after two songs i'm done. this may sound slanted, but the driven high is the only original local band. their music is theirs, and not someone else's. all their songs sound different. they are not repeating the same old sound.

for the second time i saw horror of 59. misfits rejects. danzig did that 20 years ago. do something else. just because you put a couple of skulls and tombstones on stage doesn't make you "horror." it makes you bad.

the shrill? what? and they did. a woman on "drums." i put this in quotes because it's one big drum with a couple of cymbals. boring music. the lead singer put fake blood on his face. i'm not sure to what end. and he left fake blood in the sink in the bathroom. clean up after yourself you dick. your mother doesn't live here. some sort of "horror billy" that sounds like every other horror billy band.

didn't stay for the last band cd truth. i'm really not into seeing a 15 year old local band. i can't even stand a 10 year old national band. get over it. nobody cares.

think for yourself you bastards. originality makes a band.