Evolution of a scene

Tonight officially goes down as one of my all-time favorite Blowout nights...and I have been to all thirteen (Whah!?) of these suckers. Truth is, tonight was especially delightful. Not only did my young buddy Kyle McBee of Black Lodge confirm that he's blossomed into a bona fide rock 'n' roll badass, but his perfectly crafted musical restraint (no gimmicks here, folks) and his band's ridiculously high musical taste level (visions of Magazine, Television, early Talking Heads, The Fall and Theoretical Girls abound!) made me feel like a proud mama. When's your next show, boys? I'm there. Need a merch girl, err, lady? I'll do it.

Also...Pigeon. Great fun! Great stuff. And uhhh, Mr. Incredible Drummer Man -- we genuflect to your sweetness. Thanks for marrying jazz chops and rock 'n' roll thuds. No way you weren't playing double bass. I still feel giddy about that set.

Pissed I missed Bloodbird. Apparently most of you did not miss it. Chris Dion and Michael Segal for lyfe. Who else misses poring over Can records at Neptune?

Amy Gore of Gorevette: amazing hair, girl. What do you call that 'do? Jellyroll mohawk? Jellyhawk? Seeing you play that big beautiful Gretsch for the first time in a long time was a sight for sore eyes. Detroit ex-pat/former Gore Gore Girls drummer Nikki Styxx was in the house too tonight, making the stumble down memory lane even more mawkish.

Crap! Did anyone catch Hi Speed Dubbing? Do tell.

Oh yeah...Octopus, let's make out in the dark.

OK, off too bed my loves...how'd I ever get this lucky?

I skipped the afterparty at 23 and Michigan...but I now know I shouldn't have. Curses!

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