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For all the good itll do me to be away from a classroom for a few weeks, it is going to be murder on my internet life. No school means all the highspeed wireless hoo-hah Im gonna get is from coffee shops and sidewalks outside residences with unsecured signals (yes, friends, thats me huddled behind the wheel of my car) or sidewalks outside coffee shops.

Im always happy to go see a show. Im always thrilled to go to Bottom of the Hill. Fucking love that place. Imagine my enthusiasm for Sundays nights Enon show. My roommate brought me back a free music mag from soCal. In an interview with the band, I learned that 2/3 of them are vegetarian. Music magazines are stupid. I gave her a copy of Lost Marbles. She learned that they kick ass and she may have to ditch her lame friends birthday to come with.



I shouldnt call my roommates friend lame solely based on the fact that shed rather do, um whatever, instead of going to see Enon. At Bottom of the Fucking Hill. That, however, is exactly what I am doing.



The Frames were Freaking Fantastic at Sasquatch, by the way. They stole the show (as I figured they might) from the simultaneously-scheduled Modest Mouse, who have never been known for a great live performance. Bloc Party and the Arcade Fire were the other standouts, in case you were wondering. I am serious about Bumbershoot, by the way. I have this real road trip/music festival bug up my ass all of a sudden. Well, at least the music festival part. Some of that goddam interminable drive I could have done without.

And then, for those who havent found a way to get tickets yet, Spoon at the Fillmore on Monday. Or Tuesday if you need to see the Clientele first.

Ah! Coffee shops suck! I'm gone...!