Today I discovered a used book store right by my house! How great. I bought:
The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain
The Myth of Sysiphus & Other Essays by Albert Camus
The Stranger by Camus
The Difference Engine by William Gibson and Bruce Sterling
Mona Lisa Overdrive by Gibson
Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre
Some I've been meaning to read, some I've read before but didn't have a copy of, and all that for just $16! I consider it a major score. I'm always psyched to fine-tune my existentialsm, but for now I'm diving into Faulkner.
Last night I saw Jucifer w/ Sullen and White Dynamite
A fantastic all-around show. I'd say Jucifer was the weakest of the three, if that tells you how good it was. Jucifer is a phenomenon unto itself. I counted 8 amps and 16 cabinets-- for ONE GUITAR! Unique sound.
In spite of their name, Sullen rocked like they invented the power chord, and the guitar girl was HOT.
White Dynamite was stunning. They are a brand new sort of denver super-group... some folks from various local bands got together and came up with something that sounds like a relatively straightforward Dillinger Escape Plan. The talent was oozing off the stage, and they managed to not let the technical showmanship get in the way of ROCKING HARD. They will be big, I predict, if they stick together.
Tonight I braved the snow/ice/slush-covered highway down to denver once more and saw a great local show... if the Tarmints ever come to your area, don't miss them. The drive was the exciting part of the evening though... some people jump out of airplanes; I slide sideways for 30 miles down the highway. Lesson learned: just because there's snow on the road today doesn't mean the shitty drivers suddenly developed brains. I think, on principle, stupid people should be allowed to do whatever they want to themselves. Who gave me the right to stop them? But I must object to their insistance on taking me out with them.
The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain
The Myth of Sysiphus & Other Essays by Albert Camus
The Stranger by Camus
The Difference Engine by William Gibson and Bruce Sterling
Mona Lisa Overdrive by Gibson
Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre
Some I've been meaning to read, some I've read before but didn't have a copy of, and all that for just $16! I consider it a major score. I'm always psyched to fine-tune my existentialsm, but for now I'm diving into Faulkner.
Last night I saw Jucifer w/ Sullen and White Dynamite
A fantastic all-around show. I'd say Jucifer was the weakest of the three, if that tells you how good it was. Jucifer is a phenomenon unto itself. I counted 8 amps and 16 cabinets-- for ONE GUITAR! Unique sound.
In spite of their name, Sullen rocked like they invented the power chord, and the guitar girl was HOT.
White Dynamite was stunning. They are a brand new sort of denver super-group... some folks from various local bands got together and came up with something that sounds like a relatively straightforward Dillinger Escape Plan. The talent was oozing off the stage, and they managed to not let the technical showmanship get in the way of ROCKING HARD. They will be big, I predict, if they stick together.
Tonight I braved the snow/ice/slush-covered highway down to denver once more and saw a great local show... if the Tarmints ever come to your area, don't miss them. The drive was the exciting part of the evening though... some people jump out of airplanes; I slide sideways for 30 miles down the highway. Lesson learned: just because there's snow on the road today doesn't mean the shitty drivers suddenly developed brains. I think, on principle, stupid people should be allowed to do whatever they want to themselves. Who gave me the right to stop them? But I must object to their insistance on taking me out with them.