This past weekend I played the part of Bob Vila. On Saturday, I put up doors on a bedroom closet; Sunday, I replaced a bathroom faucet. Seriously, next weekend I may knock out a wall or two just for the fun of it.
What’s the point of this? Well, I was too damn tired Sunday night (and, truthfully, I wanted to watch the Sopranos finale) to see Bryan Scary at Hollywood Alley in Mesa. Funny he came around because a good friend of mine told me to check out Bryan Scary only about, ooooh, two years ago. Hey, I got around to it.
The more I listen to Misery Loves Company, the more I’m gonna regret missing the show. This is very theatrical listening, like a modern incarnation of Queen. Even more impressive – or depressing, if you’re 29 years old and trying to figure what in the hell a drain flange is and how that figures into your life on a Sunday afternoon – Scary recorded The Shredding Tears at 23 years of age … in his apartment. Yeeeah.
You can pick up The Shredding Tears at eMusic.
TONIGHT: Quannum’s Lifesavas are at Chaser’s in Scottsdale. Barring any Home Depot trips, I should be there.
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