So. My favorite band, The World/Inferno Friendship Society came to Chicago on Friday and I was simply besides myself with glee anticipating this glorious little event. For some reason, none of my favorite northeastern anarchist bands seem to bring themselves anywhere near St. Louis very regularly at all and I hadn't the opportunity to bask in their wonderfulness in person yet.

The week of the show arrives and suddenly who I had planned to go with couldn't make it. No big deal. I find someone else. They bail. And so on through about 7 people up to the day of…

are you a lesbian/bi/trans? have a mohawk? purple hair? or some other unnatural color hair? no hair? covered in tattoos and/or piercings? wear clothes that wouldn't ever be featured in glamor magazines? just don't fit with "average" citizens, gay or straight? don't want to either? if you said yes to any of the above or support people who do, feel free to join my new group.

http://www.last.fm/group/AlternaDykes

I'm about to tell you a story about something that happened a couple months ago. or maybe it was just one. I don't know. I have a total shit concept of time.

It was a humid thursday afternoon in this typically horrid midwestern summer and I had switched shifts with a coworker to be off work for the evening. A really great band, Girl In a Coma, was actually playing in Alton and I would of never forgave myself for not seeing them. So I did.

I show up early after countless harassing phonecalls from Jason and Sarah demanding…

last.fm has enabled me to reach a whole new level of nerdery by giving me means to list every single band/artist/DJ ive seen in my life. some of which sadly don't have pages and are no longer together so i can't make them one by adding them to a lineup, thus putting them on this site. that makes baby jesus cry. or at least makes me sad in my heart until the carnival music in my head kicks in and i move on to other, more shiny and pretty things.

some of these bands i've listed simply for the fact…

just dont let them play arms of an angel by sarah mcglaughadkjfhagan at my motherfucking funeral. i buried a good friend the day before yesterday. Marcus Johnson. known him since i was about 17. he was one of my oldest friends. during the wake, there was this cheesy whiny bullshit playing in the room. Marcus was a DJ and a 'Juggalo' and i'm thoroughly convinced would have thrown a fit if he could. shit, i would. me and some friends there even talked about how lame that was and asked eachother who in the fuck was responsible for it. so…

ever since daylight savings time, my charts insist that i did not listen to these songs a mere few minutes ago, but that i will in approximately an hour. yes, my charts are floundering under the horrid misconception that they are psychic, rather than just fucked up. i, with my absolute lack of tech-savvyness, can't figure out how to convince them otherwise and the Last.fm team insists the clock on my computer must be wrong, which is just an outright lie. anyone having the same situation? ive been just allowing it to wallow in its delusions of grandeur but its…

yes, i did register almost an entire year ago but haven't had my own computer or a user profile on anyone else's until today so i can finally get this thing up & running. go me. and thank you, Nikki for making me a user profile on your comp.